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mecha-marksman · 6 months

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After some time wading through the jungle, Rex and Gordon are ambushed by a large creature that seems to be part snapping turtle and part raptor. The beast slams into Rex, carrying him some distance through the trees, before the sounds of a fight ring out. Not long after the fight began, a death wail is heard, then there is a thud, followed by suspicious silence, that nothing cuts through for some time until-

"G̴͛͜ȍ̵͍r̴̤͝d̷̖͂o̴̖͛n̴̝͌?"

Rex wheezes, then calls again.

"Gordon, Rex needs help-aid, please."

@therxtking

#ask to tag tw #warhammer verse #warhammer crossover #clan skryre verse

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therightrighthand · 6 months

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Delgoth - Psyker of the Imperium

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮…

...𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦

A Psyker born into a life of toxicity and pollution, who's ambition and power brought her too close to the sun, and caused her to fall far from grace and into the claws of darker powers.

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Darktide Arc.

0-7 Child: Born on the factory planet Arkwright, Delgoth was put to work at a filtration plant, helping move grime and pollution.

8-18 Worker: It took 12 long years of hand-scrubbing toxic pollution out of industrial equipment before her Psyker powers started to show. As soon as they did, she was ratted out and quickly shipped away. Unlike many others, Delgoth was fortunate to be found by an Inquisitor who saw potential in personal training rather than sending her to a Black Ship to try and outlast her kin.

19-30 Inquisition: Showing natural promise and Psyker talent, Delgoth was taken to the Inquisition to undergo intense training under the watchful of the Inquisition and to one day join them as a weapon against heresy.

31-33 Prisoner: After a mission turned sour, leading to most of her team being slaughtered by a Demonhost, Delgoth was spared and left to run, going AWOL from her duty in an act of survival. In the end, she outed herself and returned to the Inquisition to face her guilt, only to spend three years under intense interrogation and 'purification' before being sentenced to death on the golden throne of the Emperor.

34 Reject: After her transport ship was attacked by Nurgle cultists, a set of unusual circumstances led her to The Morningstar. After her valiant aid, she was offered a choice: face her execution with honour or live in shame on the Morningstar, cleaning up Atoma Prime's underbelly. She chooses shame.

35 Reinstated: After earning the trust of the ship's inquisitor, it was revealed to her that her imprisonment and time on the Morningstar had all been planned. It was a deception to push her abilities and skills further, 'tough her up', and earn her Inquisitive position on the ship—a new role ripe with fresh seeds of anger...

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Chaos Arc.

35 Betrayal: Anger and frustration began to fester. She felt like a fool being played and toyed with by the Inquisition, but what fueled her anger most was the insight she got from her time on Atoma Prime.

She saw how citizens were demonised and threatened for simply wanting to survive in a cruel world. Her anger allowed the taint of chaos to seep into the back of her mind. This led to a sudden outburst of violence and the unprovoked murder of an inquisitor during a private meeting as it all came to a head. All Delogth could do was flee to the Underhive of Atoma Prime and hope she would not be found.

36 Metamorphosis: After her fall from grace Delogth struggled in the Underhive. Without food, shelter or safety, she withered, but it was only at her lowest that she was granted a gift... Approached in a catatonic hallucination by a mysterious figure, Delgoth was offered the opportunity to play host to a new god, The Fathomless, The Son of Nurgle and the parasite god of decay, pollution and new life. How could she refuse?

By the chaos gods' graces, Delgoth awoke the following night in the generous care of the Benevolent Hand, a cult of chaos worshipers who'd found her starving to death in the filtration tunnels. Discovered by Jeremechy, a cultist whom she'd helped not long ago Delgoth was offered a sanctuary and home out of the kindness of their hearts, asking nothing in return, the truest nobility she'd once believed to be something the Imperium once stood for.

Over time, as her Psyker powers became more apparent, Delgoth was worshipped as a religious figure due to her connections to the Warp. Esepcially as her body began to physically change and mutate beyond her control, as the parasite started to grow ... and rebuild her her body, like a moth evolving in a cacoon.

37 Rebirth: After a year of incubation and growth, the parasite infecting Delgoth's body had completed its work and rebuilt what was broken; she and it were now one, and the power of the warp flowed through it, and her, like water through a stream. Her body wasn't just physically stronger, but her Pysker abilities had become fearsome to behold.

Among cultist groups, she had begun to embrace the role of a messiah, protecting the weak, spreading the good word of Nurgle, and tainting the lower levels with a toxic substance known as 'Blight'. Those who embraced Chaos and the Fathomless learned to live with Blight by growing immune, whilst non-believers suffered toxic poisoning or starvation of what little organic material wasn't tainted.

41-45 The Fathomless Blight: While becoming a religious figure appeased Nurgle and their offspring, voices from distant futures beckoned Delgoth to widen her ambition and share her gifts with the stars. During this period, Delgoth's body began to produce more parasites and use them to connect the minds of willing participants in a hive mind level of control. This became the beginning of her new army, The Fathomless Blight.

Piecing together fragments of the Imperium's tech and a few rotting corpses from fallen Astartes, Delgoth used her vast power to lead an army off of Atoma, and into the wider galaxy. They did not travel through ships but rather through oceans and seas, wading into the water on one side of the galaxy and out into another where chaos was most prominent. They were small, but they were formidable.

46 Eldritch Lord: The gods had truly smiled upon Delgoth, as each victor in her crusade brought her more power and allies to her hive-mind army. They infected oceans, corrupted landscapes, and attacked from the murky depths where the Imperium could not defend itself quick enough. For every planet that drowned in blight, millions would fall under her sway and become part of her infested trawl as the Fathomless Blight rose to power. With it, so did she as her body became to the Parasite's changes, as an Alpha level Psyker and an equivalent to some sort of Edlrtich Demon Prince.

Some tell tales that her reach is endless, that she can appear behind you in the death of night, silently lurching out of the water and taking you away in your sleep.

Whilst others tell tales of a small pollution scrubber, who fell from grace.

Now Delgoth lurks on the fridge of Imperium space doing Nurgles bidding, but occasionally, she turns her sights past the walls of reality and the echoes of other worlds, other universes.

... other 'Del's...

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#my artwork #oc #sci fi #warhammer 40000 #del-verse #darktide #delgoth

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nevesmose · 19 days

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I've been doing a bit of folklore/urban legend research for another Night Lords lore post since people seemed to like the first one, and apparently I stopped watching Adventure Time just before this particular episode.

Go and be a teacher on Nostramo, they said. Help to bring the light of the Imperial Truth to the kids. It'll be fun, they said.

0845 - 0900 Registration (of the previous night's deaths)

0900 - 1100 We Love the Night Haunter

1100 - 1115 Interval (gang violence to be kept to an appropriate minimum)

1115 - 1245 Nostraman Poetry

1245 - 1345 Lunch (pupils are sent into the underhive to hunt rats and/or each other)

1345 - 1400 Evidence Disposal (pupils who didn't survive lunch are fed to the school crows)

1400 - 1500 We Still Love the Night Haunter

1500 - 1530 Basic Human Anatomy

1530 - 1600 Criminal Accountancy (including Principles of Tax Evasion)

1600 - 1615 Colours (pupils attempt to imagine colours other than black and grey)

1615 - 1645 Beefs (the day's gang feuds are resolved)

1645 - 1700 Expulsions (underperforming pupils without sufficient underworld connections are sent to serve the VIII Legion)

1700 - 2000 Minecraft (in the adamantium mines)

#it's s7e19 “blank eyed girl” btw #my thesis is that Nostramans would be so instinctually offputting to normies that it'd be low level uncanny valley #even ignoring their “delightful” culture and personalities #i like to imagine the second gif is First Claw as kids tbh #that's Uzas rolling in on the lower left #a rubik's cube would blow their minds like in spider verse #wh40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #night lords #adventure time #nightlordposting

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sculptorofcrimson · 3 months

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Mountain of Bones

“Of course I remember. I remember it all in perfect enumeration.”

It was written there, upon the bones that had been betrayed. Memories of victory, of heroism, of warriors in golden clad. Gods sharing their triumph, demigods that had walked the earth side by side by them. There had been glory, warm and golden and bladed, like the weight of living sunlight caught in a bottle. And then the blood mountain. Ararat.

You may call it mercy. A mercy blow, a knife through the heart. Peace. Relief. The last remedy for the clinically ill. But what of loyalty? Just what could be said of their loyalty? What could be said for those who served Him in the most ruthless of His incarnations, the warlord that conquered Terra beneath gold and hail? Those who gave their lives to Him, knowing they would end as rabid dogs beneath the fray. Knowing this path would break them, char them, leave nothing behind, and still choose to walk for their master.

What could be said of their loyalty? Is it not just as pure as those who had no choice but to obey? Those who had their brains rebuilt by His hand, those who could know nothing of loyalty for they never knew betrayal? What could they know about the violation of their bones, of their flesh, of knowing your body would eat itself alive in its hunger and still choosing to soldier on? When have they ever known pain, when their lord would not even afford them the luxury of fear?

Go on. Stand. How could one bear the weight of the bones upon the frost?

They were dying, the living dead. And they were afforded a glorious end, before their bones were buried beneath the frost.

“It was not my choice.” he rumbled softly, his voice as tenebrous as the shadows above the graves. His golden armor was immaculate, it's carvings as luxurious as the graves of kings, as was befitting the guardian of a god. “I obeyed…” It was for unity. It was for unity that they lowered the blade.

The hands of the dead stretch back, blackened beneath layers of soot, bony fingers holding coins of their betrayal like ash. There was pain there, deep and hollow and aching, pain for what was lost, what had been so utterly broken so long ago, for the price of obedience.

He obeyed. And paid the price.

It is written there, the price for ruling the world, written upon the bones that had been betrayed by the sun, exiled by the earth, buried beneath frost and bone. It is written here, by the hands that had betrayed them, upon the bones of the betrayed. It is written in the bones, the bones of Mt. Ararat.

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thxndercrestfallen · 3 months

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@skxrbrand crosses paths with the Lonesome Tyrant.

Bloodshed.

A hunting party of barbarians surround her. Of course, it's nothing she willingly started. The band of humans simply saw her on their path and decided to initiate battle. Whether or not they wanted her for her plated scales, or to sell her between settlements didn't matter to her, she would NOT allow them to tie her down like a submissive animal.

The taste of copper is thick on her tongue, rejuvenated with each bite into flesh and armor. Every human caught between her jaws is forcefully pulled apart, bitten in half, sent careening into the distance, or pulverized into the ground. Others were but paste beneath her feet, or crushed beneath her muscular tail.

Though even if the battle were leaning in her favor, the Rex, too, had her fair share of axe gashes across her legs, and spears peppering her hide that managed to dig into the softer parts of her hide. Yet these new wounds do not stop her. Men are slaughtered, several in between are singed to a crisp by currents of electricity.

None of these men run, accepting their fate of death to this paled, undead monstrosity. And in the end, all that is left is she. Standing among shattered corpses of her opponents, and the pools of blood beneath her.

#{IC: Raize}#🇸‌🇭‌🇷‌🇴‌🇺‌🇩‌🇪‌🇩‌ 🇧‌🇾‌ 🇨‌🇭‌🇦‌🇴‌🇸‌ - {Warhammer Verse}#skxrbrand #chose to make a more actiony start!))

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pretzelrat · 5 months

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This is my son Weaver, he's a Blood Angel from 40k and very gay, so be nice to him.

Extra: This is a recreation of the Tarot card "The Star". The star itself a reference to the falling 'Red Star' in biblical texts marking the beginning of the apocalypse. "And the Fifth Angel sounded, and I saw a star fall from heaven unto the earth; and to him was given the key to the bottomless pit." (Revelations 9:1)

The Psalm that can be seen on Weaver's, right shoulder is Psalm 51.10. "Create in me a clean heart, Oh God; and renew a right spirit within me."

Me: (my favorite part is that iron Halo, so pretty (≧▽≦)

#gay #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #biblical scripture #bible verse #tarot cards #the starchild #digital illustration #40kart #my ocs #gay ocs #warhammercommunity

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minweber · 2 years

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“As with most members of the Ten Thousand, both the full name and the specifics of tribune Felis Silvestris Juvenilis’ service remain shrouded in mystery, known only to his fellow Custodians. What is known, however, paints him not just as a mighty warrior and a wise leader - both characteristics inseparable from the image of the Emperor’s own guardians - but also as a great administrator and diplomat - traits no less inherent to Custodians, but far less known beyond the walls of the Imperial Palace.

What meager records are available on the history of Adeptus Custodes suggest tribune to be one of the most senior serving members of the organization, the length of his vigil rivaling that of the most ancient of the Moritoi. It is said that amidst tribunes he is the one who manages the often overlooked supply and logistics aspects of Adeptus Custodes operations. While appearing somewhat unglamourous to an outside observer, these tasks are held in great respect by Custodians themselves, not in the least because they include the duty to oversee the process of selection, creation and training of new Custodians.

It is in duties of such caliber that tribune Felis is said to have excelled for aeons, and excelled to such a degree that, according to some, he is viewed as something of a father figure by many of relatively younger Custodians. Though extremely unverified, such rumors are somewhat supported by the fact that the latest election for the position of Captain-General saw tribune Felis as a popular candidate, beaten narrowly - rumors say by as little as three votes - by Trajan Valoris.

At the same time, it is evident that tribune’s service was not limited to internal matters of Adeptus Custodes throughout the eras. Several records name him as the custodian who brought Alicia Dominica before the Emperor to put an end to Goge Van Dire’s reign of terror during the Age of Apostacy. He also appears in much more recent imperial history, leading a delegation of Emissaries Imperatus to help negotiate peace after the disastrous events of the Damocles Crusade.

His most well-documented exploits, however, come at the break of the current era, as the Noctis Aeterna fell upon the Emperor’s domain. According to fresh tomes within the Imperial Archive, not long before the outbreak of Cicatrix Maledictum, it was tribune Felis who came to Captain-General with concerns about how the decline and near extinction of their sister order, the dreaded Anathema Psykana, left Adeptus Custodes weakened against immaterial foes, their ability to carry out their duty compromised by millenia of passivity. The two held council, and Captain-General ordered tribune to begin the process of restoring the second Talon of the Emperor to its former glory. Subsequent events, culminating in the Battle of the Lion’s Gate, would prove both the wisdom of this decision, and the near-lateness of it.

Though begun in advance, the process of gathering and rebuilding strength of the Silent Sisterhood was nowhere near complete when the eighty-eight cohorts of Khorne struck at the Imperial palace. But it was due to this process that enough sisters were gathered at the orbit of Luna to intervene in another, no less critical battle. For it was then that an ancient aeldari webway gate, dormant for many millennia, awakened on the surface of Terra’s moon to let out none other than primarch Roboute Guilliman - miraculously resurrected and returned - and his companions, fighting a desperate retreating battle against pursuing forces of the Crimson King himself - the treacherous daemon primarch Magnus the Red. And it was just as primarch and his forces were about to be overwhelmed that tribune Felis Silvestris Juvenilis led Talons of the Emperor - fighting together for the first time in living memory - to the aid of the Avenging Son. His malignant spells weakend, and his body cut by Guardian Spear and Executioner Blade, the treacherous primarch was driven back and his warriors slain, with tribune himself cutting off three feathers from the wing of the daemon, which he now bears upon his armour as a reminder that no foe, however great, can step within the system Solar.

Thus the life of the primarch was saved, and through that, the defenders of the Lion’s Gate relieved, legions of Khorne crushed, and foundation laid for the beginning of the Era Indomitus itself.

At the time of this record’s creation tribune Felis is thought to be primarily operating on Terra, assisting with continuing restoration of the Anathema Psykana and representing Adeptus Custodes within Senatorum Imperialis in Captain-General’s absence. A singular navigational record, however, documents his visit to Nocturne for an unknown purpose, while another report speaks of him leading an embassy to the Fabricator-General of Mars…”

- an excerpt from “Lives of the Noble Souls of the Dark Millenium” by Lucian Ploutarkos, historitor of the Logos Historica Verita

#Do you remember how tts-verse is technically alternative history to mainline canon #splitting off from the main timeline with Kitten’s election as captain general in Valoris’ stead?#Well I do #and the implication that all original tts characters should thus exist in the main universe haunts my alloted warhammer daydreaming hours #Well this is my little celebration of the bestest boy with that in mind #And showing off my tabletop version of him #obviously #warhammer 40000 #warhammer #warhammer 40k #wh40k #adeptus custodes #Little Kitten tts #Kitten tts #captain general kitten #if the emperor had a text to speech device #warhammer tts

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cav-core · 9 days

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Me showing off at that I made a new version of my same OCs to go in a new setting:

#oc tag #warhammer-verse mari save me

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pawnshcpdevil · 6 months

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*LEVEL UP SOUND EFFECT*

#out of fucks #v: rattlin' bones #this is now Jersey's Warhammer verse i guess XD #me with no warhammer knowledge

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apexulansis · 3 months

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Loud snuffling and blatant invasion of the Hunter's personal space, nose right on their fur. The Daemon sniffs him and apparently doesn't like what it smells, pulling away with a wrinkled snout and a furrowed brow.

" You smell like poison. Unnatural. Like some mortal-made death concoction."

Ardaka scowled, and on contact promptly jabbed the blunt end of his sword into the daemon's nose. All parts of the sword, blade and handle alike, oozed a ghastly, disgusting ichor (which certainly didn't make him smell any better).

“Rhkarr zqrr.” For how the words came out in a harsh growl, it wasn't really hard to tell what they were meant to say. With bristling fur, he stepped back, readying himself to either dart away or stick something equally poisonous into that nose if it came close to him again. “I taste as good as I smell, so go away. Go bother someone else.”

#COMMS.#skxrbrand #IC: WARHAMMER. [ARDAKA]#he is SO grouchy in this verse dear god

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skxrbrand · 1 year

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Anyway, the gods absolutely have a Blood Bowl dimension where they play Fantasy Football (but like, actual fantasy) and Skarbrand is 100% the head of the Khornate Football Team.

#Bloodbowl #not bullshitting Warhammer has a Fantasy Verse a Sci-Fi verse and just a Football verse #warhammer fantasy

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mecha-marksman · 1 year

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Mechanical Jaws and Gluttonous Hunger (closed thread with @hxnger-unbcund)

The smells and sounds of death and battle hang heavy at the base of the Grey Mountains today. Any who approach would see a morbid display indeed, or a possible meal for the bold and desperate. An entire army of soldiers from the Empire of Man, previously four thousand men in strength, has been cut down to a measly five hundred by just one skaven, leaving many dead or dying on the battlefield. The thunder of handguns answers yet another charge by this skaven, but the gunfire seems to do little other than irritate the rodent, as it begins to engage the front most ranks of the remaining soldiers who can still fight in melee combat, crushing men with the wicked maul it wields.

#warhammer verse #clan skryre verse #ask to tag tw

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therightrighthand · 1 month

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Chaos Arc.

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So happy to finally finish this after keeping it on the back burner for so long! Read through the full story of Delgoth here!