Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
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I think we're still 50+ years out
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The Lost Primarch Quest
- Thread starter Daemon Hunter
- Start date
- Location
- Texas
Quick question, how would people feel about a If the Emperor had a text to speech device omake with kitten talking about kesar and the eternal wardens.
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Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
Yeah go for it. Although why the Thousand Sons? About the ones that Kesar had in his Legion?
- Location
- Texas
Sorry eternal wardens, got my wires crossed
Lost and Found
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Duality | Redeemed
- Location
- Terra
Lost and Found
The wind howled, picking up in ferocity tossing up great clouds of white flurries obscuring his vision. The freezing air only got colder and the sun maintained its disappearance, the planet forsaken by the star. For eleven days and nights he had walked on through this frigid wasteland - the weight of his ceramite armor bearing down upon him one of the few things keeping him moving onwards. His soul was heavy, ladened with grief and a crushing burden of defeat and loss.
His comrades were gone, their souls forever lost to the tainted corruption of the warp. Their bodies twisted and mutated into horrible things that not even he, with his Space Marine will and physiology wished to witness once more. Though they may not have been blood brothers - they were still brothers out of the loyalty and bonds forged by their fatherly Primarch, Kesar Dorlin. A bond that bound them closer than any blood brother, such was their feelings - such was their purpose. And now it was lost.
Gone with the wind, he supposed as he stared into the blizzard that covered him. For how else could things have disintegrated like so. How could a few measly cultists and daemons break the spirit and will of the Eternal Wardens, Sons of Dorlin - the Watchful, the Eternally Vigilant, the Incorruptible …. And yet they had fell. Sweet whispers and unspoken violence bringing about their fall. He could not stand for it, decided the lone Astartes.
Ever so slowly, he moved once more plodding along into the storm, his thoughts turning from the loss and the pain of such things to amends he would make. His repentance was now, for it had been him who had failed his brothers and it would be him who would ensure failure would never come again. The Primarch had spoken at length educating his men as to what they would face, while Captain Oriacarius taught them to plan for everything and have plans for when your own plans are no longer with you.
Each had been necessary, each had been useful. Yet they had still failed, his brothers forever lost. Their names would be remembered, they would be added - yet each loss taunted him, demanding more be done. Remembering was important, but so too would be vengeance and steps taken towards never allowing such issues to occur again.
Vengeance was sweet, the feeling of avenging his brothers of taking the fight to those daemons that thought themselves powerful, strong. Their deaths and confusion at such things would be like sweet nectar upon his lips. Yet, he thought. Would that be what they wished me to live on as? An avatar of Vengeance, consumed by thy hatred. Filled with nothing but anger? Pondering this the transhuman moved further on, each footstep he left behind being erased as yet a new layer of snow hid his train.
When we join the Eternal Wardens we swore an oath, on the blood of our fathers and the blood of our brothers. We were to uphold the Imperium, to protect humanity to our dying breath. Thought the Son of Dorlin as he tried to figure his path, his repentance. I would lose my humanity by allowing myself to be filled with naught but the desire to avenge, to cause havoc amongst my enemies, amongst the foes who claimed my brothers. Lord Dorlin did not give into anger when he watched the first of his sons fall, when he saw what became of them. Instead he he remembered them, and allowed redemption to be taken forth from beyond the grave. Then he came forth and taught, ensuring all of us understood what we faced - what we would fight.
Protection and prevention is the key, he figured coming to a stop as he finally came to the end of the storm. Looking around he saw an untouched wonderland, it's snowy plains so pure white it looked as if man had never been here before. With a simple motion, he looked up and took in the sky. A full moon hung present overhead, it's light blindingly familiar illuminating both the ground and sky - while thousands of stars stood in place, each shining brightly as if basking in the light of the moon. And yet, there was that inky black darkness, always there - looming around each light, beaten back by the luminance yet waiting to consume them and their brilliance.
He threw back his head and laughed, for he now had the answer to the question he faced. The sky and all in it were merely a metaphor to show him what he faced. Laughing, the marine fell to his knees as he began to sob with joy at the realization he came to.
The scene before him was the universe and humanity as a whole. The darkness seeking to entrap and consume, stealing the light was in fact those daemons who whispered, and taunted playing at so many games each seeking to take their souls. The lights were humanity, each a brilliant spark - each a lantern in its own way, seeking to push back the darkness that encroached. The moon was merely a shepard, one who sought to aid humanity a beacon in the night who would both push them to rise to greater heights and accords while drawing upon himself the attention of the foe.
It was here, under this moonlight and star filled sky that the Eternal Warden forsook his name and took upon himself a new one. Where Reinhold had been lost, wandering endlessly looking for a purpose Bader that had found purpose, found meaning. Standing resolutely, the son of Dorlin activated his vox.
"It's me," he said his voice set in stone and his tone hardened. "Send a Thunderbird out to pick me up… and tell Lord Kesar, though my journey has only begun - I know what must be done."
The wind howled, picking up in ferocity tossing up great clouds of white flurries obscuring his vision. The freezing air only got colder and the sun maintained its disappearance, the planet forsaken by the star. For eleven days and nights he had walked on through this frigid wasteland - the weight of his ceramite armor bearing down upon him one of the few things keeping him moving onwards. His soul was heavy, ladened with grief and a crushing burden of defeat and loss.
His comrades were gone, their souls forever lost to the tainted corruption of the warp. Their bodies twisted and mutated into horrible things that not even he, with his Space Marine will and physiology wished to witness once more. Though they may not have been blood brothers - they were still brothers out of the loyalty and bonds forged by their fatherly Primarch, Kesar Dorlin. A bond that bound them closer than any blood brother, such was their feelings - such was their purpose. And now it was lost.
Gone with the wind, he supposed as he stared into the blizzard that covered him. For how else could things have disintegrated like so. How could a few measly cultists and daemons break the spirit and will of the Eternal Wardens, Sons of Dorlin - the Watchful, the Eternally Vigilant, the Incorruptible …. And yet they had fell. Sweet whispers and unspoken violence bringing about their fall. He could not stand for it, decided the lone Astartes.
Ever so slowly, he moved once more plodding along into the storm, his thoughts turning from the loss and the pain of such things to amends he would make. His repentance was now, for it had been him who had failed his brothers and it would be him who would ensure failure would never come again. The Primarch had spoken at length educating his men as to what they would face, while Captain Oriacarius taught them to plan for everything and have plans for when your own plans are no longer with you.
Each had been necessary, each had been useful. Yet they had still failed, his brothers forever lost. Their names would be remembered, they would be added - yet each loss taunted him, demanding more be done. Remembering was important, but so too would be vengeance and steps taken towards never allowing such issues to occur again.
Vengeance was sweet, the feeling of avenging his brothers of taking the fight to those daemons that thought themselves powerful, strong. Their deaths and confusion at such things would be like sweet nectar upon his lips. Yet, he thought. Would that be what they wished me to live on as? An avatar of Vengeance, consumed by thy hatred. Filled with nothing but anger? Pondering this the transhuman moved further on, each footstep he left behind being erased as yet a new layer of snow hid his train.
When we join the Eternal Wardens we swore an oath, on the blood of our fathers and the blood of our brothers. We were to uphold the Imperium, to protect humanity to our dying breath. Thought the Son of Dorlin as he tried to figure his path, his repentance. I would lose my humanity by allowing myself to be filled with naught but the desire to avenge, to cause havoc amongst my enemies, amongst the foes who claimed my brothers. Lord Dorlin did not give into anger when he watched the first of his sons fall, when he saw what became of them. Instead he he remembered them, and allowed redemption to be taken forth from beyond the grave. Then he came forth and taught, ensuring all of us understood what we faced - what we would fight.
Protection and prevention is the key, he figured coming to a stop as he finally came to the end of the storm. Looking around he saw an untouched wonderland, it's snowy plains so pure white it looked as if man had never been here before. With a simple motion, he looked up and took in the sky. A full moon hung present overhead, it's light blindingly familiar illuminating both the ground and sky - while thousands of stars stood in place, each shining brightly as if basking in the light of the moon. And yet, there was that inky black darkness, always there - looming around each light, beaten back by the luminance yet waiting to consume them and their brilliance.
He threw back his head and laughed, for he now had the answer to the question he faced. The sky and all in it were merely a metaphor to show him what he faced. Laughing, the marine fell to his knees as he began to sob with joy at the realization he came to.
The scene before him was the universe and humanity as a whole. The darkness seeking to entrap and consume, stealing the light was in fact those daemons who whispered, and taunted playing at so many games each seeking to take their souls. The lights were humanity, each a brilliant spark - each a lantern in its own way, seeking to push back the darkness that encroached. The moon was merely a shepard, one who sought to aid humanity a beacon in the night who would both push them to rise to greater heights and accords while drawing upon himself the attention of the foe.
It was here, under this moonlight and star filled sky that the Eternal Warden forsook his name and took upon himself a new one. Where Reinhold had been lost, wandering endlessly looking for a purpose Bader that had found purpose, found meaning. Standing resolutely, the son of Dorlin activated his vox.
"It's me," he said his voice set in stone and his tone hardened. "Send a Thunderbird out to pick me up… and tell Lord Kesar, though my journey has only begun - I know what must be done."
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- Location
- Lowton
Is this Doom Slayer or someone else?
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Duality | Redeemed
- Location
- Terra
Honestly originally I meant to write the Doom Slayer - then it kinda morphed into something else. I'd say this is the Doom Slayer's counterpart. Where the Doom Slayer went full vengeance and Rip and Tear, this guy wandered around examining his emotions and feelings, eventually coming to a world view. Think modern day Space Marine Chaplains he'll be forming something like those and doing his best to strengthen not only his brothers souls, but normal human forces and talking to them post battle helping them stay strong and not grow so brittle as to break. Stuff like that.
- Location
- USA
[x] Chaos everywhere
- Location
- Lowton
Inserted tally
- Location
- Elsewhere
Alright, I have free time, so time for rewards before I go back to class. For the first Omake, we have a a nice description of how the Mechanicus view Kesar. It fits with what I believe, and is nicely worded. For rewrads:
[] Exalted of the Omnissiah - ???
[] +10 to a roll of your choice
[] A Gift from the Mechanicus - Valhalla is upgraded to High-imperial tech
Next, we have a very nice Valhallan theme song. It works great, and the description of the visuals is fantastic. I especially enjoyed the themes of unity and the willingness to work with everyone to survive. For your rewards:
[] The Song of Sons and Daughters - Valhalla is a world united by a single factor. Their once eternal war against the forces of the warp. They spent millenia fighting the creatures of the warp and those that had fallen with only one true weapon. Unity. The people of Valhalla are united and will stand together against any foe. *Valhallan soldiers reroll morale checks*
[] Always Another Storm - During the Great Crusade, there is one factor that became abundantly clear, there is always something to deal with. In the face of this, it is necessary to push one's soldiers farther in the service of man. But even great men have their breaking points. With his experience on Valhalla, seeing the dedication of soldiers and their mental deterioration over time, Kesar has learned to accurately judge when soldiers grow weary of war. *Warning if war exhaustion will apply*
[] For the Sovereign - In the trenches of Valhalla, during the great Cultist War, preachers and monks buoyed the spirits of the soldiers. They worked tirelessly to kill daemons and keep morale high. As such, they are well respected amognst the Valhallans. With the arrival of the Emperor, or the Eternal Sovereign as he is known amongst the Wardens, the people of Valhalla adjusted their faith around him. Now, they are very loyal to him. *If the Wardens fall to chaos, Valhallans gain a +20 against the Wardens*
And last but not least is a nice story about the beginnings of a chaplain. It's nice and emotional, with the subject being rather realistic. For your rewards:
[] +5 to a roll of your choice
[] +25 to next corruption resistance roll
[] Bader - ???
Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
Man you love them mystery box options don't you
The Warrior: A Brief Review
- Location
- India
The Warrior: A Brief Review
Dasavant is a Valhallan sculptor, painter, and architect and key figure of the Valhallan Renaissance, who exerted an unparalleled influence on the development of Valhallan art. Considered by many the greatest artist of his lifetime, and by some the greatest artist of all time, his artistic versatility was of such a high order that he is often considered a contender for the title of the archetypal Versatile artist, along with his rival, the fellow Valhallan, Ramdas.
Dasavant was born in a small town situated in Valhalla. For several generations, his family had been respected Army officers in the Valhallan Army; he and his family were survivors of the Last Demon attack in Valhalla. He was saved by Primarch Himself, this incident greatly impacted him. He became greatly enamored with Primarch. He seems to have developed an obsessive need to express his creativity through his Art and show his gratitude towards the Primarch. At that point of time, there seems to be no Artistic Tradition Present in the Planet, But Dasavant refused to be discouraged. Through countless hours of self-study and Effort, he himself kick-started Valhallan Renaissance.
In painting, he is the greatest ever painter of depicting War and its aftermath. No artist who has followed him in this area has remained uninfluenced by his figures. Also, his figurative expressiveness remains unequaled. These achievements - exemplified by his iconic fresco The Birth of Humanity on the ceiling of the Imperial Palace - had a lasting impact on the theory and practice of fine art as taught by the great academies of Imperium. In sculpture - his main forte - his understanding of space, form, and appearance remains unmatched, as does his ability to express a wide variety of different emotions in three-dimensional marble, all of which makes him one of the greatest sculptors we have seen. In architecture, he is the equal of any of his contemporaries. His greatest designs are those for the First Temple of Golden Path and the Valhallan Capital.
He aspired to beauty, and harmony more than realism. His works may have been based on nature but he had no interest in mere replication of Ancient Artworks. Instead, he looked for ultimate truth in a study of the classical world of Ancient Greek and Eastern culture. It was this that provided him with an ideal of perfection: their aesthetics. Thus, Greek philosophy provided the secret of the perfect human type with its proportions, muscular structure, oval face, triangular forehead, straight nose, and balance - with the weight on one hip - all of which can be seen in his paintings or his immensely expressive sculptures, while eastern philosophy provided him the secret of symbolism which further elevated his works. He is never afraid to bend the realistic rules of anatomy and proportion, in order to increase his power of expression which is the direct influence of Eastern philosophy over his Artwork.
It has been customary to consider only four sculptures as representing his activity before The Warrior: the two reliefs for Sigilite Order, the Buddha Statue and the Battle of the Valhalla; the three small figures for the Tomb of his father. However, we will focus more on one of his most famous work which is "The Warrior" where 11th Primarch is depicted as tense and combat ready before his first battle with Daemons. According to Fulgrim, instead of being shown victorious over a foe much larger than he seems to contemplate his future actions. He transmits exceptional self-confidence and concentration, both values of the "thinking man".
The statue appears to show him after he has made the decision to fight Daemons but before the battle has actually taken place, a moment between conscious choice and action. His brow is drawn, his neck tense and the veins bulge out of his lowered right hand. His left hand holds an undecorated sword and his right hand, which remain empty. The twist of his body effectively conveys to the viewer the feeling that he is in motion, an impression heightened with contrapposto. According to Imperial scholars, contrapposto poses were a distinctive feature of antique sculpture. This is typified in "The Warrior", as the figure stands with one leg holding its full weight and the other leg forward. This classic pose causes the figure's hips and shoulders to rest at opposing angles, giving a slight s-curve to the entire torso. The contrapposto is emphasized by the turn of the head to the left, and by the contrasting positions of the arms.
It is known from documents that he worked at the statue in utmost secrecy, hiding his masterpiece until it is completed. Since he worked in the open courtyard when it rained he worked soaked. Maybe from this, he got his inspiration for his method of work: it is said he created a wax model of his design and submerged it in water. As he worked, he would let the level of the water drop, and using different chisels, sculpted what he could see emerging. He slept sporadically, and when he did he slept with his clothes and even in his boots still on, and rarely ate.
When we see it we are amazed that a man of 30 could have achieved so immediately what Greek and Eastern sculpture of antiquity had attempted in vain: a statue much bigger than life which does not oppress as a monstrous abnormality. Dasavant overcame this problem of size by portraying his "The Warrior", as the traditional figure of an adolescent, in such a way that we feel his inherent potential of further growth. It was no part of the artist's intention to emulate classical proportions, but rather to replace them with a new beauty of expressive suggestion, and there are many disproportionate elements in the figure which are precisely those of adolescence. The huge head, its mass increased by the curly hair, the long arms and heavy hands, the slender flanks and the excessively long legs, somehow combine to give this giant a feeling of spontaneous harmony. Fulgrim rightfully praise this Artwork by saying "For in it may be seen most beautiful contours of legs, with attachments of limbs and slender outlines of flanks that are divine; nor has there ever been seen a pose so easy, or any grace to equal that in this work, or feet, hands and head so well in accord, one member with another, in harmony, design, and excellence of artistry".
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Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
Fulgrim will be our bishie bro now
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Duality | Redeemed
- Location
- Terra
I shall take this one. Because Bader shall live on.
- Location
- India
this single omake took near about five hours, it fought tooth and nail but as always humanity prevails. So your thoughts? Hopefully, i will able to finish Valhalla art style omake today
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
I liked that Fulgrim himself appreciated the artistry of it. It really shows just how good the piece is when a Primarch offers his complements
- Location
- Reno Nv
Going to go with Exalted of the Omnissiah. We can get Valhalla upgraded on our own.
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
Mars: give HIM the toasters as a gift!
HA! As if, I intend for Kesar to learn how to MAKE the mighty toaster. Indeed, we just need a few more techs and we'll have the general understanding necessary for it.
The second rebuke of Dorlin
Omake: The second rebuke of Dorlin
Kesar Dorlin: How i learned to stop worrying and hate daemons: The biography of the Primarch of the 11th legion
"We are alone in this unkind galaxy. I look upon the Heavens and think them empty. And if not empty, i find the idea of worshipping whatever dwell here obscene.
What sort of superior being would care about worship from his many time lessers ?
Does a man care about the thought and the works of an ant beside already fading curiosity ?
Is a bacteria rewarded or even thought of for helping man through a vital process digestion ?
Should the Groxxes worship Man and give prayer to humanity in their pens ?
Would Mankind even see the action for what they are, their scale being infinitely lesser and greatly different in thought.
Would they even care being passing amusement since these action would bring them nothing.
Such a difference between Man and Beast, Would there not be an even greater scale of difference between Men and Gods ?
We thus obtain two incompatible truths: Either the "Gods" are infinitely our greater and in this case they would not care about our actions, or they are not and in that case why should we worship them ?
If they do not gain anything from worship then they are megalomaniacal, finding pleasure from the submission of lesser beings.
If they gain sustenance from it, they are nothing more than predators, for even if the shepherd love the lamb he raised he will still slaughter it, and even if the farmer appreciate the sight of its field he will still harvest it.
If there is no superior being, no truth, no reason why continue ? Even, then it does not change what is right. If there is nothing but us in this universe my sons...
Let us make good."
Kesar Dorlin: How i learned to stop worrying and hate daemons: The biography of the Primarch of the 11th legion
While Dorlin rebuke is well known, a second one was given to an officer of the 11th asking the reasons of his opinion about Lorgar religion. This was his answer:
"We are alone in this unkind galaxy. I look upon the Heavens and think them empty. And if not empty, i find the idea of worshipping whatever dwell here obscene.
What sort of superior being would care about worship from his many time lessers ?
Does a man care about the thought and the works of an ant beside already fading curiosity ?
Is a bacteria rewarded or even thought of for helping man through a vital process digestion ?
Should the Groxxes worship Man and give prayer to humanity in their pens ?
Would Mankind even see the action for what they are, their scale being infinitely lesser and greatly different in thought.
Would they even care being passing amusement since these action would bring them nothing.
Such a difference between Man and Beast, Would there not be an even greater scale of difference between Men and Gods ?
We thus obtain two incompatible truths: Either the "Gods" are infinitely our greater and in this case they would not care about our actions, or they are not and in that case why should we worship them ?
If they do not gain anything from worship then they are megalomaniacal, finding pleasure from the submission of lesser beings.
If they gain sustenance from it, they are nothing more than predators, for even if the shepherd love the lamb he raised he will still slaughter it, and even if the farmer appreciate the sight of its field he will still harvest it.
If there is no superior being, no truth, no reason why continue ? Even, then it does not change what is right. If there is nothing but us in this universe my sons...
Let us make good."
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
Question: the Mechanicus believes in a trinity of aspects of the Machine God. The most famous of these is the Omnissiah and I'm aware of the Motive Force being the representation of innovation and discovery. What is the third aspect?
The Machine-God. That's the first, its the thing that knows everything about everything, the source from which all knowledge flows. The Omnissiah is the Machine-God made manifest, able to create a soul, and the Motive Force is that which drives every motion.