#eleventh primarch

[askmalal]

“A god? A demigod? Good lord, Brother, what have you been telling them?”

“I thought you believed in gods…”

“-A- god. One. And, as it happens, I respect her well enough to know she reveals herself when needed, not when forced.”

- exchange with Lorgar Aurelian

“The enemy outnumbers you three to one. How do you propose to hold your position with so little time to prepare? I can’t possibly reach you in time…”

“I shall order my Legionaries to shoot three times and go to bed.”

- Exchange with Perturabo, the Sesostris Compliance

“Leman is right, you know. Beards don’t work well with close fitting helmets. I would say that I do not know how he manages it, does Lion’El, particularly owing in part to the extra space already allotted for his ego.”

*howls of laughter in response*

- dining with Sanguinius and Vulkan

“I am no orator. I am no poet. I am no King. I wanted to be an archaeologist, you know. But we are often called to do the things we least want to do.”

- to Lion’El Johnson

“I do not dislike that one. I’m rather fond of him. But… there are reasons we keep each other at arms length. We can see the worst parts of each other. The same thing that helps our own bond helps to drive a wedge between my bond with him. For reasons I cannot quite fathom.”

“Do you distrust him, then?”

“I distrust my ability to regard him objectively.”

- conversation with Perturabo regarding an unnamed sibling.

“This Mjod is good. A bit strong for my tastes.”

“I would make a joke about your mother at this point, if I did not love my little brother so.”

“And I would be offended by my big brother, if I held my adoptive mother in anything approaching a favorable light.”

“Difficult? Was she?”

“Difficult would be an understatement. Difficult implied there is a potential solution to… whatever she was.”

- with Leman Russ

“Your adoptive father has raised you well, my son. A good man, it seems.”

“A great man, father.”

“Then he shall be remembered as a great man, for you speak the truth, my Cu-Sidhe. I have no doubt of that. We shall name a world for him. And I shall make you this pledge: his name will never be forgotten by humanity. Never.”

- with the Emperor

- Redacted, On The Primarchs, Volume XI (Proscribed)

#on the primarchs #the lost legions #lost primarchs #eleventh primarch #malal #malice #askmalal #horus heresy #warhammer30k #the great crusade #primarchs #ask me questions

[lumi-klovstad-games]

The Fate of the Eleventh in M42 (Ailani Timeline)

So if only Ailani and the Second Legion returned to the Imperium during the Fourth Tyrannic War, what happened to the Eleventh Primarch and Legion in the Ailani Timeline? So glad you asked, literally absolutely nobody.

The Eleventh remains wracked by shame and depression for having lost his home world, and the home worlds of his legion, to the Space Wolves prior to their flight from the Imperium. With her brother unable to recover, Ailani did the best thing she could under the circumstances: she did not force him to return with her, only asking that he join her "when he was ready". Some of his Marines did accompany the Second Legion in their return to the Imperium of Man, and they went with the Eleventh's blessing to do so.

Ailani had herself considered abandoning the Imperium to its fate (whatever fate that might be), but in the end, she could not damn teeming quadrillions of people to horrific deaths by her inaction when she had the power and resources to make a difference, even if that difference might only be a temporary one that still ends in mankind's eventual extinction sooner or later. "Idle Primarchs are the Chaos Gods' playthings", after all.

The Eleventh Primarch will return with his legion one day, but it is not this day.

For now, he weeps still.

#have this notion that the Eleventh may have inherited the Emperor's Hero Syndrome and ridiculous self standards #so when he DID fail (and especially at something so personally important to him) #it hit him about as lightly and subtly as a fully loaded freight train going full fucking tilt #that there do be a major trigger for depression #and Primarchs are like any other man only WAY more so #so that depression's likely INTENSE and not going away soon #my ocs #warhammer 40000 #my oc stuff #warhammer 40k #wh40k #fanon Primarch #fanon Space Marine Legion #Lost Legions #fanon #fan lore #lost primarch #adeptus astartes #Eleventh Primarch #11th primarch #11th legion #eleventh legion

[ladymirdan]

The Emperor decimated his primarchs. Think about it for a second (and eleventh)

#warhammer 40k #40k #horus heresy #warhammer #the emperor of mankind #dad joke

[tlatia-the-radiant]

“Aren’t you an oddity?” Darius asks, lowering Outcast. “You’re a primarch. And I don’t remember you. 2nd or 11th?”

Other Revenants around their chapter master all murmur in either shock or amazement.

"By the stars, how thoroughly did my father erase my name?" Tlatia murmured, lowering her own pistol and motioning for her honor guard to do the same. "Tlatia. Eleventh. Dawn Legion. I don't recognize your heraldry—what Legion are you part of?"

#tlatia answers #ooc: I'm using Legion very deliberately bc Tlatia doesn't yet know about the breaking-up of the Legions

[askthecaptaingeneral]

The Eleventh Primarch felt the transition far before anyone near her cell acknowledged it. The subtle shift in the cold plates beneath her feet. The tremors of stresses running through the ship as it tore a hole into the thin veil between realities.

The Dread Host had arrived at Terra, with Tlatia, the Radiant Dawn, as their prisoner.

Atticus would bang the bars with his guardian spear. “Wake up. We’re here.” Nothing more was said as the primarch roused awake.

“We are on Terra and teleportation has effects on the sleeping. I’d rather you not toss up your last meal.”

[inquisitor-edgelord]

Other? Put it in the comments. This is very series research in the name of the Imperium.

#poll #warhammer 40k #warhammer #40k #wh 40k #primarchs #the imperium #chaos #the emperor or mankind #horus heresy #warhammer 30k #30k #wh 30k #chaos space marines #angron #the red angel #sanguinius #fulgrim #horus lupercal #konrad curze #magnus the red #perturabo #lorgar #mortarion #the lost primarchs #world eaters #death guard #night lords #sons of horus #iron warriors

[tertiusdecimusfilius]

Ships passing in the night usually didn't see one another.

Usually.

It took a mere twenty minutes from the destroyer-escorts of the Ultramarines and the Dawn Legion discovered each other until the time that the twin fleets were facing off side-by-side, rows of macrocannons staring down Lance batteries like fleets on ancient Terra with decks of cannon aimed and ready.

"Macragge's Honour," Celaya muttered, mild disbelief ringing through her tone. "The same markings, the same iconography, the same support fleet."

"Roboute never was particularly fond of changing what works," Tlatia replied.

Alarms blared throughout the ship as the Ultramarine fleet was brought to full combat readiness and the Dawn Legion did the same. Marines, both superhuman Astartes and mortal shipboard defense crews, rushed to their battle stations with weapons at the ready. Damage control teams went to standby alert. Weapons crews plotted firing solutions and prepared their guns, either charging them or loading them with colossal macrocannon shells.

The twin fleets sat there for five agonizing minutes, guns ready and drawn, shields high and humming. Five minutes of infinite chances for bloodshed ticked by before a message was sent.

"This is the Dawnbringer, hailing Macragge's Honour."

The other fleet hadn't made an attack yet which put him a little at ease. However, both fleets were ready for a battle, should it come down to it. Roboute stared at the ships opposite them, eyes wandering over the shape of the ships, the colors, the symbols.

They looked familiar. It wasn't something his mind could place right away. There was a nagging sense that he should know, that he knew, this other fleet. It wasn't the same feeling he'd gotten when he'd first met Aurelius and discovered the remnants of the second legion all those months ago. But this was certainly similar. The Primarch chewed his bottom lip. The name of the flagship escaped him.

His mouth opened to give the order to hail the other ship, but before he could, the voxmaster piped up. The other ship was hailing them.

"Open the frequency," Roboute ordered. The Dawnbringer? The name rung a bell, but-

There was the familiar spark of pain in his head. It only confirmed the feeling he had about this. It was likely that this was the other lost legion. Though it was strange. He couldn't remember much about them, probably from whatever power Malcador had used to erase the existence of the two legions. However it wasn't causing the same level of pain. Either the eleventh had been as thoroughly scrubbed from existence as the second, or having already remembered the second was making it easier to remember the eleventh.

"This is Macragge's Honour. What business do you have within this sector, Dawnbringer?" he asked.

#the avenging son || self #the mother of dawn || tlatia

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

The strange feeling of remembering that you're forgetting something remains with you well into the rest of the local week. As you walk the halls of Macragge's Honour, it pulls at your mind.

Selenar.

Out of desperation as much as curiosity, you visit the burnt-out remains of the Selunite headquarters, the Herodotus Omega dome on Luna. The Adeptus Biologis Tech-Priests of Luna tell you that the Dome is cursed upon your landing, and warn you not to venture too close, but you do regardless—you are a Primarch, wielding the sword of your father, not an overeager Inquisitor.

The Herodotus Dome gives you more questions than it answers. As you stand amidst the ruins, dawning sunlight slowly filtering through cracks in the roof, all you can see are the bleached bones of the dead gene-witches. The long-silent databanks are wiped curiously clean; so clean, in fact, that there isn't any data degradation for you to reverse. There's simply no data in the first place.

The next week, a new report comes in, this time marked with a priority seal.

Large battleship (estimated 10+ kilometres) spotted in orbit of Picchu IV, Picchu System. Suspected to be renegade Gloriana-class. Markings do not match any known Loyal, Traitor, or Renegade vessels. Battlefleet Vestia placed on alert. Battlegroup Crucifying Flame attempted to engage unknown vessel; target vessel escaped using a Warp Jump. Pursuing vessels noted that the unknown battleship activated Gellar shielding before jumping.

A pict-capture accompanies the missive; a grainy photo of a colossal vessel, half-shadowed by the rising sun behind it. The strange feeling of remembering that you forgot returns. You know this ship. You've toured this ship. Yet, when you try and remember why, or how—nothing. Not just an absence of a memory, a void, like something was there, taken away, and then the absence was covered up.

You try and look closer, but the bad lighting, bad angle, and terrible quality obscure any defining features beyond the peculiar prow—instead of an Imperial Aquila, it's a winged woman that appears to be wearing plate armor. You aren't entirely sure of that, though. Perhaps it is a figurehead of Sanguinius.

Perhaps you're simply tired. Perhaps you've lost memories over the ten thousand years you lay in stasis. Memory is fragile like that.

You bring as much up to the Lion, when the two of you speak in the halls of the Rock.

"Selenar? The gene-witches?" he asks.

"Yes. That's all I can remember. The rest is like an absence where there used to be something. Do you understand my meaning?"

"Like you remember that you forget. I know your meaning, brother." The Lion puts a hand to his chin in contemplation. "Selenar... and you said these were unusual Astartes?"

"All evidence points to that. Heightened reflexes and physical capabilities were well-documented by the Guardsmen that witnessed the theft, and no Traitor Gloriana battleship has a winged woman for a prow. There are no records of any Loyalist battleships with one, either."

"Hmm." The sound is less one to accompany his thoughts, and more of a statement that he is thinking. "I will alert the spies within the Dark Angels and our Successors to keep an eye out for strange Renegade vessels."

"I have done the same of the Inquisition and the sons of Ultramar."

"Then, with luck, we shall discover this strange vessel in due time," the Lion resolves, and you cannot help but feel that the words ring empty. You think he knows that, too.

As you turn away, the Lion perks up. "Say... brother, this theory may be insane, but hear me out. What if this is one of the lost battleships?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's not kid ourselves by saying that Imperial records are complete. At best, years have been purposefully obscured; at worst, much of our history is an outright lie. I know that some vessels have had their construction blotted out of records—the fleets of the Second and Eleventh, for example, or the ships destroyed during the campaign to our neighbor galaxy. What if a Gloriana or three were part of these ghost ships?"

Interesting.... One of the lost brothers? The ones the Empire forgot?

[of-hopes-and-daemons]

Fuzzverse: the Cast (version 1.0)

Writing this down makes me realize that this story has way more characters then I have originally anticipated, you know? Anyway, let’s meet the cast, properly. At least I think I haven’t forgot anyone this time around. 

Main Cast. Typical habitat - strike cruiser “Polaris”

Alexander Petrovich Ivanov, more commonly known as Sanya - ex-guardsman, passionate chef and sort of a main protagonist. Was dragged into a series of outrageous adventures and exploits by a Lord of Change and seems to be having a lot of fun, actually. Has a reward on his head put out by the Inquisition, to whom he is knows as Alexander the Accursed. To be fair, his Wanted posters make his life sound far spicier, than it actually is. 

Lacedrace, also known as Hopespark and Crystal Sage. And like a thousand other names. Said Lord of Change and a somewhat mysterious being with layers upon layers of hidden agendas, some of which seem to be centered around Sanya. Optimistic. Ruthless. Nerd. 

Bazgrog and Gromdak, a pair of Ork kommandos who stuck around for dinner and then another one, and another one, and another one... Bazgrog prefers stealth, while Gromdak is more fond of disguises, both are truly outstanding in what they are doing. 

Filit and Lady - when everything in your life goes wrong, sometimes you end up attempting a very questionable psyker thing. Once in a while it ends up in you acting like a tyranid for a while and later escaping after wrestling your mind free and taking a Carnifex with you and naming it Lady. And then tagging along with some weird space criminals. 

Charlotte Illvia - Imperial Scion of Knightly House Illvia, who miraculously survived the attack on her homeworld and was rescued by an Alpha Legionnaire, alongside her mother’s wrecked Knight. This started her own journey across the stars alongside, eventually ending in her, alongside her two adoptive dads, joining with Sanya and the gang.

Adder later named Nidhogg - Knight, who passed to Charlotte from her mother. Wrecked during the assault of their homeworld it was later reforged and remade into an even more imposing war machine, while retaining it’s heart and hundreds of generations of Scions inhabiting it’s Throne Mechanicum.

Alpharius more commonly known as Al, but also Alric - an Alpha Legionnaire, who was mentioned above and became first of Charlotte’s adoptive parents. Initially a member of a vaguely chaos-affiliated warband, his current persona is that of a Blackshield, coming from a destroyed chapter. Tries his best at parenting, runs a spy network and has a pet tortoise.

“Billy” less commonly known as Benedict Ignatius Lavrent - a tech-priest and sole survivor of an expedition went wrong, who became Charlotte’s second adoptive parent. Lacks much of his memory that he have not deemed crucial, while trying to survive a harsh world he got stranded on, and thus wiped from cogitators. Might also have something to do with C’toaster.

C’toaster also referred to as Blinky, Lad and Void - an eccentric shard of an eccentric Star God, who is slightly out there and is stuck in what can only be described as a toaster. A sole reason Billy’s expedition ended in shambles and slowly deteriorating beast of once formidable power. Now sleeps most of the time and trundles around biting ankles. And yet the trace of the true self exists in the false self. 

Oona once upon the time also known as the Eleventh, the Fey and the Queen of Monsters - she just wanted to live happily, hunt giant monsters and do gun trick shots all day, but was forced to be a Primarch and it haven’t ended well, so now there is this 10 feet of depression, emotional baggage and awkward social situations. She gets better over time, but not much. 

Por'Ui Vash'ya M'yen - water caste diplomat whose mission went awry and who was more or less shoved into a battlesuit and forced to fight for her life when all the lines of defense failed and she was among the least few surviving passengers of the ship. Upon the ship discovery by Sanya and the gang proceeded to attack them as well in fear, but after initial misunderstanding got adopted into the family. 

Praetorian - Al’s pet tortoise named as such for being well fortified and very yellow. Unfortunately does lack the iconic moustache. 

Sosig - space corgi, no more and no less. Following a short, but memorable visit of the gang to Fenris have decided to join the crew. Also this is meta, but Sosig is my attempt to convey the original Russian “Сосисочка”, the diminutive variant of the word “sausage”.

“Death Song”- a child of grief, desperation and quite frankly obscene amounts of questionable genecraft she is the last apex predator to ever emerge from the long gone jungles of Arcadia. Oona’s only comment? “Oh, she is just like me, you know”.

Supporting Cast. Typical Habitat - varied

“Ivan” - a lad, a boy, a tzaangor and a little helper. Assistant to Lacedrace, loves books and very excited about really big guns. 

An’Hangra - the tiniest Bloodthirster, your friendly gym bro and also a dog herder. If she is not hitting the gym, she is probably hitting someone with that axe. Vice-president of Lotara Sarrin’s Unofficial Fan-Club. Will tell you about her dogs. Also will should you pictures of every one of them. There are just so many dogs...

Balthrag - cottagecore incarnate and spiced up with some decay, rebirth and tasty soup with flesh-eating amoebas. Spends her days trying to take care of several very active nurglings, doing her best to make Isha’s stay more pleasant and trying to convince Mortarion to try a silly straw for his poison cup.

Shanakay - four-armed purple daemon with an unhealthy obsession with perfection and art. As a main occupation - singer, but as a main job she is trying to don’t go mad dealing with Fulgrim, N’kari and a damn mess third legion devolved into. Hangs out with Guilliman from time to time. 

Iris, Azalea and Nightshade - Shanakay’s daemonette handmaidens. Musicians by trade. Really desperate to fix Shanakay’s love life or more accurately the lack of one. 

Inquisitor Guy, currently unnamed - a daemonhunter from the Ordo Malleus dispatched to track down and banish the Crystal Sage, following her latest appearances in the realspace. Credit given where it is due, as far as Inquisitors go, this one is a pretty decent person. 

Arcadian Wardens - I mean, yes, they are all dead and gone, but still deserve a mention. Wardens were Oona’s Legion back when she was still employed as a questionably useful Primarch. Most notably represented by First Captain/Legion Master Madb. 

Alternate Cast. Typical Habitat - FantasyHammer Universe. Work in Progress

Squeak - alternate Lacedrace - a little meek skaven, who have escaped the Under-empire and started anew above the ground. Not without trouble, but finding a new place and a new family in the end, assisted by a kislevite footsoldier she met on the road. Always wears a colorful babushka shawl, covering stubs of broken horns. 

Moruhin and Ruin - alternate Shanakay - flamboyant and arrogant high elf alongside her winged, scaled and very, very mean dragon buddy. Moruhin was a child to a respectable family before being disowned and flying off into sunset - free at last to go and live this dragon scholar life she always wanted. With a side of calamity incarnate, so Ruin won’t get too bored. 

Hilde - alternate An’Hangra - merry and joyful warrior on her way across the world to study the arts of blade and face off against formidable opponents. Hilde is of mixed descent between kislevites and southern norscans and while being familiar with the Pantheon, she seems to be largely indifferent to them. Sole exception being her admiration of Valkia.  

??? - alternate Oona - scaled, clawed and fanged, wandering the endless jungles of Lustria alongside other Lizardmen, Amazons and towering beasts. Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In her line. Focused. Flourishing. Probably drinking buddies with Nakai. 

#WH40K #wh 40k #WHF #of hopes and daemons #pamphlets and alpha priority mail #as it was foretold #warhammer fantasy

[relax-and-read-on]

Do you any head canons on who the primarchs of the 2nd and eleventh legions were what were like and what their legions were like?

I do!!! I have actually answered that ask before :D

For the quick Recap:

Xaxe, Primarch of the II, the Red Tide: he's a brutal utilitarian, a careful slow planner, and fully believe into an optimised communal society. The people under him were expected to act like ants, a slow unfeeling tide of bodies. The astartes especially had a strange belief of a "shared consciousness", where throu ritualized blood drinking of one another, they would loose their individuality and become some form of borderline hive mind. Their armours were grey and red.

Emberto Del Mare, Primarch of the XI, the Solar Winds: Emberto is a psyker with a semi-fine control over his powers. He favored liberty and individuality in his sons. Him and his sons love individual tiny aircraft, and are the uncontested champions of Void Warfare. His legions always stayed small, because you HAD to be a pilot to join them. They were know as extremely temperamental, and to have almost supernatural link to their machines.

Both, still in my hc, were killed during the Rangdan Xenoside, and scrubbed from history because their demose was... Less than stellar, and painted the Imperium in a bad light

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #wh40k #my oc #xaxe #Emberto del Mare #listen I rarely get myboc out But I LOVE those two ok

[extracrispycolonelw]

the eleventh legion!

The eleventh legion are the "purged" in my story, compared to the second who are simply forgotten. The idea for their primarch is more defining than the legion themselves, mainly because I haven't had the time or serious interest in putting in the writing for them. The legion is pretty standard for what you'd expect: space pirates, except this time with an orky flair. And you might ask, orky?

So their primarch, his name is Grigoli Hedolite. Just hearing about him, your average person might not think much other than him. He uses chain weapons, is huge, barbaric and slightly off in appearances. That describes like, two or three other primarchs, big deal.

He was raised by Orks. Like, full on, a warboss found his pod, pulled him out, and threw this infant to the hordes and this wee thing managed to kill a whole boy and a handful of squigs and gretchens, so this git goes "Oi, dis toiny umie knows 'ow ta krump real good", throws some scrap on him and boom, digganob primarch. Over the course of his growth, he is forced to subside off orkoid fungus and squigs and it turns him into this greenish off-yellow hue made of beef and roid rage. He gets the name Toofrippa from big dad warboss and becomes his underboss, son and rival, and that status quo sticks around for a while.

Now, back to the question of orky. His legion's development following his return to them is a strange one, because this legion of otherwise pretty normal, standard background for space marines is suddenly turned into the warband of a mentally stunted, batshit crazy giant wearing scrap metal where the biggest, strongest marines are bestest. Now, most other primarchs are appalled by this behaviour. His marines, though?

A small amount of them just leave on an expedition and never come back. The rest just shrug and say fuck it, dad wants us to be propa spoice muhreens! They start bolting gubbins onto their armour, they regularly beat the shit out of each other and kill each other, and over the course of a decade, the legion goes from slightly manic, but otherwise normal marines to a bunch of transhuman digganobs obsessed with terminator armour and dreadnoughts. Before all this, the terran marines were already strange. Jaundiced-looking skin, big, even for marines and a bit crazy, the whole lot of them. They start dying off, and their primarch's fungus-diluted geneseed creates bigger, tougher, orc-looking marines. Obviously, this can't stand, but they can't just kill all these nutters, they're still loyal and their mutations still just barely fall within standard allowances!

Aaaand thats about as far as I've gotten. Too absurd?

#warhammer #warhammer 40k #fanfic #oc #waaaagh #green is bestest #fucking ork primarch

[askmalal]

“In this regard, I agree with you. I could certainly conquer a world, perhaps a small empire, with less than 100,000 Astartes, but I could not do it a dozen times. The Imperial Army is essential to our goals, and no amount of spouting off will fix the problem. Our brother is an idiot.”

- Perturarbo to the Eleventh Primarch, speaking of an unspecified sibling, “On the Primarchs,” Appendices [Censored]

“Macragge is a lovely place, if one removes the majority of people, especially the aristocrats, and keeps the architecture, the museums, the landscapes… I suppose Roboute could stay.”

- Perturarbo, “On The Primarchs,” Volume IV

#malice #malal #askmalal #warhammer30k #the great crusade #ask me questions #horus heresy #perturarbo #eleventh primarch

[doolallymagpie]

know i’m gonna buy yndrasta and make something 40k, but i’m now torn between converting her into a coldstar-celestine or the eleventh primarch

#considering i want to build some more XI legion with the new beakies making their primarch would be more appropriate #i'm not ready for a new t'au force #and massive psychic wings of pure rage and vengeance sound fun to paint #warhammer 40000 #warhammer age of sigmar #stormcast eternals #adepta sororitas #adeptus astartes #t'au empire #t'au #tau empire #space marines #sisters of battle #knew i shouldn't have listened to rylanor's last stand on loop...it's giving me hobby ideas

[imperiumallaboveall]

Watch "the Second and Eleventh Legions of the Original 20 Space Marine Legions: Lost Primarchs, all we know" on YouTube

I'm sure it was but you scrapped parts adeptice Mechanicals that are not adaptive Miller term at all you got ruled you just have bunch of chiplets right you keep talking about it it's continuous three days in a row because you refer back to things that was talked yesterday everyday and I remember what you say and the original sentence that I came up with

#Youtube

[tlatia-the-radiant]

PART IV: HERETIC

The day she leaves, the Administratum names her the Lost Primarch.

Her records are censored within days. It takes mere hours for the Sanction Redactus to be stamped across her files, for rough men with flamers to begin incinerating every mention of her name. No one can know of the Eleventh's betrayal. No one can know there was an Eleventh.

As the Dawn Legion floated adrift in the Warp, laying low and burning away from Rangda, Star Forts were towed into position above her homeworld and began to bomb the planet, systematically burning the jungle to ash in a tide of fire. Planetary defense systems sold their lives for a bloody toll; one Star Fort cracked and detonated, and of every two ships in the invading fleet, at least one was destroyed, but the inevitable could only be held off for so long.

In total, it took one standard month for every mention of her in Imperial records to be removed. Every last link between her and the Imperium, severed in record time.

"I don't feel like I've escaped," Tlatia murmured, kneeling before the lone Rangda elder that she'd managed to save.

"You will not feel free for a long time. That is their final cruelty," the Elder replied. "And yet, the chains are broken. The cycle will end. Recovery is a spiral, child. There will be days when you feel trapped, when you feel yourself relapsing--but you will break free."

The Radiant Dawn was silent for a long, long time.

"What would you have me do?" she finally asked. "I need orders."

"No, child. The days of others forging your path is over." The Elder's beaded hair clicked together in one final symphony. "Now you run free, with the sun at your back and the stars as your witness."

#stories of lost time #the sunset

[ladywarhawk]

Whoever these trespassers are, they're wily. You've been pursuing them for nearly three days now and they've managed to slip out of your traps twice—but their luck has run out. They're cornered in a valley with no way out.

Or, at least, they were—but just before the fight can begin, three ancient Stormbirds emblazoned with half-sun markings appear in the sky. The lead craft opens the hatch and hovers about twenty metres from the ground.

"When I heard that my daughters were having difficulty shaking off their pursuers, I wasn't expecting them to be talking about the Warhawk," the Primarch of the Eleventh Legion grinned. "Now please. Let's set the weapons aside and talk."

-@tlatia-the-radiant

The Khan was more than thrilled with the chase that she was giving. She had even been somewhat... impressed by these strangers tenacity. One does not escape from Jaghatai Khan easily and they had managed to do it a few times. The warhawk stopped when stormbirds had descended upon her location and her head tilted in curiosity when the voice that called out to her was familiar, though she had expected it to be lost with time long ago.

"Tlatia! Now maybe my appearance is a surprise but I think it's VASTLY outshone by an appearance of the eleventh legion of all people." The Khan chuckled with a shake of her head. She held up her armored hand, signaling her soldiers to stand down as she approaches the aircraft before her. "Now, what brings you to my home?"

#ladywarhawk #warhammer rp