#tertiusdecimusfilius

[forgottnseccnd]

@tertiusdecimusfilius continued from here.

The horrid connection made things hard to hear, much less comprehend. Silence persisted on the other end for a few moments, the only thing being heard were what could be described as rasps of breaths-- like the very vox spirits attempting to come forth were bleeding to death.

" m̢̍͑̌ ͯ̄ͬh̡ͫe̔̄̀ͬ̆̈́̉ ̨-̷̓̿͋̆̃̉ͪ- ̓rͪͨ̉eͥ͗̀!ͭ Ĝ̑͠ỏ̧̂́͛̌̎ ͣͣ͜n̎o͐̀̊͊̆̐rͨ̽ͧͦ̂͞tͬ̑̐͒̈́̎ͤh̾̈̃ͭ̌.͞ ͣͫ̐͆I̶ͭͩ̍͑̔̓ͨ ̢a̓̍̍ͤ̃m-- "

More crackling... but what would be left with the Lord-Commander was one last part of this mysterious message being ended with a single...

" B̴͊i͋ͦͧ̔͆ͬ̓̀gͤͨ ̾̾͜bͬͪr̿ͧ̑oth͢e̢r̓ͭ̆͑.̡̒̂́ "

And suddenly, the vox spirits were released from this odd hold, only bringing further confusion to the crew. Some tried to continue their duties, yet others would look to the Avenging Son for guidance. "My lord..." came the voice of one deck officer, voice quiet, " ... what should we do? It could very well be a trap. We cannot find the identifications of who they were... "

Some Ultramarines looked to each other-- but they were at the attention, ready for action alongside their Primarch.

#ic / in character. #tertiusdecimusfilius #ask to tag tw #forever remembered // 30k verse. #the forgotten son // primarch aurelius augustus.

[aveimperatcr]

@tertiusdecimusfilius continued from here.

It must have felt like a sick game, all of it-- to witness the Emperor's ghastly appearance and how he'd grown paler and somewhat weaker in comparison like he was on the damned Throne all over again. He stared into the nothingness in a daze, though luckily it at least did seem like he was in reality compared to previous times when he would slip into episodes of panic-- his tired eyes looked at Guilliman, yet what met Guilliman's fear and horror was one of hope and warmth, a complete contrast.

Nothing else mattered to the Emperor more than to see his son finally able to live.

Apothecaries had been practically rushed along to witness the Primarch kneeling before the weakened Emperor-- yet Ayhan would be pulled from his chair and away from Guilliman, practically carried to the medbay like he had been wounded by Horus himself all over again. The Emperor only glanced around and attempted to ground himself, barely able to muster the strength to form his words.

Of course, Guilliman's state hadn't gone unnoticed-- the servants that stayed to also ensure Guilliman's well-being were quick to notice the Armor of Fate having been removed from his very being, leaving him in the bodysuit beneath. They scattered like ants, rushing to get the Primarch into his old togas and robes and sandals before guiding him to go see his father.

By the time they got there, the Emperor seemed to have focused enough. While still pale, he focused on many things around his room of the medbay while the apothecaries did their best to tend to him. One of them looked to have carefully been wrapping bandages around the mighty Emperor's neck after applying what looked to be some sort of antidote to it.

It took him a moment to respond.

" ... Roboute. "

" Are you well...? "

#interred upon the throne in character / ic. #tertiusdecimusfilius #verse tbt. #ask to tag tw #//huoohohoh...

[ave-dominus-nostramos]

@tertiusdecimusfilius

The sparring cages are empty when Roboute finally arrives, having been cleared out on his orders. Curze himself blinks slowly towards his brother from where he leans against one of the pillars, idly picking his teeth with a combat knife. He holds a half eaten bowl of fruit with a large bite taken from the wood in one hand. One of the training swords rests against his thigh. The older primarch shrugs and pops the last few handfuls of figs in his mouth, wolfing them down without chewing as if he'd been starving for weeks.

"I'm curious, beancounter. What do you fear most? Is it finally running out of parchment? Your Imperium is always suffering shortages, you know. Absolutely dreadful, it is. A fate even I wouldn't wish upon you."

He pauses briefly to licks his gauntlet clean before continuing. He knew better than to waste a single morsel.

"Or perhaps it's something more personal. Something like the death of your beloved homeworld. The corruption of every precious scrap of the past you hold dear."

Images of attrocity flow into Roboute's mind unbidden: Maccrage's cities reduced to rubble, its people hunted through the ruin by cavorting things that wore his children's peeled faces as masks and sang with the primarch's own voice. The shadows writhe in response but they do not strike. Not yet.

"Did you see yourself in my... less principled self's eyes? In Fulgrim's? I wouldn't blame you if you flinch at your own reflection. No, no. Don't tell me. I'll find my answers myself."

Curze hums softly, taking another bite from his bowl before tossing it aside and drawing his sword. The words, "You would if you knew the truth," remain unsaid.

#tertiusdecimusfilius #ic #au tag.

[chapter-master-darius]

Amabilis is a little concerned for the fellow apothecary. It would seem he was in need of some assistance with his current tasks. "How can I help?" the young Ultramarine asked. ((@tertiusdecimusfilius have one of Robu's apothecaries to help Gallus))

@tertiusdecimusfilius

Gallus looks up at the young, fresh-faced ultramarine. “Get the fuck out. I don’t have time to teach an Ultramarine. If you want to get improper teaching, go to your own apothecaries.” He says almost impassively, despite the harsh words.

#asks #tertiusdecimusfilius

[tired-space-politician]

Boute is sitting in the grass of the gardens near some of the flowers. He's watching the bees as they fly about. His hand is held up just below eye level as he watches one wander across the back of his hand. There's a small watering can just off to the side. It seems he came here to tend to some of the plants.

((@tertiusdecimusfilius ))

Bee meanwhile is following a small gaggle of gardeners, carrying with him two larger trees that require replanting. A small swarm of bees having taken permanent residence in his hair, his presence alone summoning other nearby bees. The one on Boute's hand too smells Bee and takes off to greet the giant queen.

The gardeners continue unperturbed by the bees, having the Primarch help them was immensely useful. He didn't compress the soil or tear up the grass like machinery did. Wherever he and his twin trod could easily be turned and loosened again.

#the paperwork twins #the boute and the bee #tired space politician #tertiusdecimusfilius #boute and bee are in the same garden; rob is just more actively pottering about

[divinacaptivus]

🕯️((@tertiusdecimusfilius ))

"There is so much I should have said to him, so much I should have done for him that I did not. If only there was a way, a way to mend what I broke, a way to show him that I intend to be his father more than his master. He cannot imagine how proud I am of him."

@tertiusdecimusfilius

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[rxgeincarnate]

🕯️@tertiusdecimusfilius

"Worthless scum! Vile high-rider! I can't wait to tear him limb from bloody limb! I can't wait to make a ruin of his perfect face!" @tertiusdecimusfilius

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[primarchofthedarkangels]

"Yes, you've missed quite a lot. But I'm glad to see you're unharmed."

((@tertiusdecimusfilius))

“It had been thousands of years since I had last seen you, brother. I’m glad to see you alright.”

[sanguiniusreborn]

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How long had it been? Thousands of years. And that whole time, the beloved Primarch of the Blood Angels had been very, very dead. Killed on the Vengeful Spirit that fateful day...

Well. Only until recently The coming of the Primarch only had the words of a young Lexicani named Seraphiel as a warning. The psychic explosion from his rebirth had told all of one thing.

The Angel had returned. And news spread like wildfire about it. Kind of hard to keep a Primarch a secret. And even if the Blood Angels had wanted to, at least until their father had regained his strength, Sanguinius had other ideas. Seeing his brother took priority. Knowing that Roboute was alive, especially given the chaos his own rebirth had caused made the Angel worried. And so, the alive yet weakened Primarch had arrived, assisted by a veritable horde of Sanguinary Guard and normal marines trying to make his own life at least marginally easier. "My lord, please- Walk slow, you-" "I am fine, I promise I am fine." Sanguinius sighed. In truth he was anything but, and his sons knew it.

#ic #//HI I HOPE THIS IS OK

[crimsonqueenmagnus]

It's not alcohol, but it is some hot chocolate he made with dad's old world Terran recipe. ((@tertiusdecimusfilius))

Magnus pries her head out of the indent, her horns made in her desk before looking over at the cup. Her shoulders and wings relax before taking a sip. "Huh... nostalgic."

#warhammer rp #crimsonqueenmagnus

[dreamsofalifeold]

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"You know, sometimes I think people actually prefer it if you're visibly strange. They like when they can see you and make an immediate judgment; when you look normal and end up being odd, they seem almost insulted by it. Like you've lied to them somehow by not being what you look like on the outer packaging."

[forgottnseccnd]

"I am a tolerant man, but my patience has its limits." ((@tertiusdecimusfilius))

Threatening Sentences, Vol. 3

" Then you are not patient enough even now. " His telepathy echoed in the other's mind yet again, cold as can be while Aurelius stood near his brother. " You should know better than I that the Mechanicus's lack of innovation will choke the Imperium like a cobra-- and while artificial intelligence may not be the best if we look upon mankind's history, it is far more humane and efficient than using... what-- PEOPLE in their place? The reason the machine spirits act out is due to the person's mind reawakening! "

" And not just that-- but even Father's lack of diplomacy and waging war on everything not human will kill us one day. I can feel it-- I feel it within the very stars, brother. And yet I am deemed the villain by Father for wishing to see Mankind prosper? "

A scowl, and the helmed brother looked away. " I understand that what I am thinking of may be too much for the Imperium to handle at once, but if we are able to gradually reach it... I believe it could benefit the Imperium. And yet Father says if I continue such notions, I could be excommunicated. "

#ask answered. #ic / in character. #forever remembered // 30k verse. #the forgotten son // primarch aurelius augustus. #tertiusdecimusfilius #ask to tag tw

[aveimperatcr]

@tertiusdecimusfilius continued from here.

We're home right now. We're home. Year 012 of M42. Was that right? A somewhat glossy gaze drifted to his son like he had to search his very soul to confirm if it were the truth. It should have been, yet some part of him just couldn't believe it. No. It couldn't be. If he is still able to speak now... then did he just reach the Throne? Surely he was just interred... no! A trickery of the Warp! Trickery of Tzeentch, the foul Manipulator!

Being vulnerable was a weakness, he once believed-- at least, when it comes to himself. Not to anyone else. If it had been Guilliman (now that the Emperor had properly been able to come forward despite his fractured conscience), he would have reassured him that the weakness he showed was natural and normal human experiences. But not for the Emperor. He didn't practice what he preached. Instead, he chastised himself for being so weak in front of his already stressed son.

But his mind just couldn't form a coherent thought. He heard screams, he heard talking, whispers, voices coming together constantly to try to flood his mind, mixes of sacrificed psykers and past incarnations and whispers of the Warp. He felt like he was back within the depths, constantly battling Chaos while he was still trapped within his very tomb, a living skeleton.

His grip suddenly tightened. His knuckles turned white.

" No. No. I do not need rest. " He suddenly snapped at him, then abruptly moved to stand to his feet, his grip only tightening further like he threatened to break Guilliman's very gauntlet.

" I must protect Holy Terra at all COSTS. Constantin, you must protect the throne room-- if Horus is to reach it, then he will reach the Webway! We must not allow him-- I need to reach him first... I am going to board the Vengeful Spirit and assist Sanguinius-- Malcador will power the Throne for as long as he can, and... and... "

#interred upon the throne in character / ic. #tertiusdecimusfilius #ask to tag tw #ptsd tw #flashback tw #dissociation tw

[ave-dominus-nostramos]

@tertiusdecimusfilius

"Disappointing. If you wanted to scry the truth, you could have asked to borrow a cougar bone."

A few seconds passed before the magic 8 ball finally settled on 'it's complicated'. Curze sniffs distainfully as he gave the ball an idle swirl. How terribly primative. Even a human child without the slightest talent for divination could guess as much.

"Well? Tell me something incriminating, brother. Something you regret dearly above all else. My lips are sealed."

#tertiusdecimusfilius #ic

[the-archpriest-and-the-outcast]

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#dash games #the hermit awakens

[dreamsofalife]

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"Hey. How have you been holding up? It's been a bit since we talked, and I know it's kinda rough out there right now...I really hope you're doing well."