Alright! We’ve got part 2… miniatures! I definitely got better at painting small scale kits like these as time went on, I’ve got a lot of love for Wargaming now that I’ve given miniatures a good try!
Maybe. Maybe not. But we were always different. My brothers and I, we were never truly kin with the others – the Angels, the Wolves, the Ravens…
Perhaps our difference was our father’s sin, and perhaps it was his triumph. I am not empowered by anyone to cast a critical eye over the history of the VIII Legion.These words stick with me, though. The sins of the father. These words have shaped my life.The sins of my father echo throughout eternity as heresy. Yet the sins of my father’s father are worshipped as the first acts of godhood. I do not ask myself if this is fair. Nothing is fair. The word is a myth. I do not care what is fair, and what is right, and what’s unfair and wrong. These concepts do not exist outside the skulls of those who waste their life in contemplation.I ask myself, night after night, if I deserve vengeance.I devote each beat of my heart to tearing down everything I once raised. Remember this, remember it always: my blade and bolter helped forge the Imperium. I and those like me – we hold greater rights than any to destroy mankind’s sickened empire, for it was our blood, our bones, and our sweat that built it.Look to your shining champions now. The Adeptus Astartes that scour the dark places of your galaxy. The hordes of fragile mortals enslaved to the Imperial Guard and shackled in service to the Throne of Lies. Not a soul among them was even born when my brothers and I built this empire.Do I deserve vengeance? Let me tell you something about vengeance, little scion of the Imperium. My brothers and I swore to our dying father that we would atone for the great sins of the past. We would bleed the unworthy empire that we had built, and cleanse the stars of the False Emperor’s taint. This is not mere vengeance. This is redemption.
My right to destroy is greater than your right to live.
Something definitely wrong with me btw I had a dream that there was a Horus Heresy novel about Eddie Diaz and the plot was that he was a guardsman that had to rescue Abby (who was a Navigator I think? I only skimmed the blurb) like the detail to which this Dream presented this concept to me
Warhammer fandom elsewhere on the internet: *nerd bros with memes from 2011 and vaguely weird vibes talking about which primarchs could beat up which*
Warhammer fans on Tumblr: Omg. my guy. My dude. My little humfus blumfus. My skroinky paloinky. My blorbo. Littlest of meow meows. *points towards Deathkiller Skullscream the Vile, Lord of the infamous warband the Boneflayers from Planet Murder, whose least significant warcrimes involve torturing civilians to distill hard drugs out of their neural tissue (its more potent if they die screaming) and owning an entire planet as his own personal torture chamber which he goes to to unwind after a hard day of orphan murdering and slave trading*
Hello and welcome to my new post chain where i compile my favorite section from each of the siege of Terra novels!
PART 1: THE SOLAR WAR
Across Terra, every person looking at the sky could see it: a burning wound across the night, or a scar of midnight in the daylight. Through it came ships from the realm beyond, dragging cloaks of insects and shadow. Winged creatures circled them, flying like birds in the gale of etheric energy. Bolts of lightning leapt from the wound, strobing across space. And here were the vessels that had been absent from the weeks of war already waged. Here was the Conqueror, its white hull red with smoking gore. Here were the ships of the World Eaters, their murder cries echoing from the vox, and the voice of every legionary. Angron stood on the hull of his capital ship, a vast and ragged shadow axe raised to the sunlight, roaring his fury at the circle of Terra. There were the ships of the Emperor’s Children, fuming musk and grey dust from jewel-crusted hulls. In the guts of the Pride of the Emperor, Fulgrim coiled and looked out through the eyes of every soul in his fleet, and laughed with delight. And there – following the rest, like the chariot of a king come in triumph – came the Vengeful Spirit. Warships flanked it. Daemons flew as its heralds. High on its hull, on the fortress that it bore upon its back, Horus, Warmaster, First Son of the Emperor, Chosen Champion of the Dark Gods, looked out at Terra. The seat of his father’s empire glimmered beyond the prow of his ship. Shadow bled from him, and the daemons that held to the shadows of his court hissed and bowed their heads as the light of the sun touched his face. The ships poured from the rift, spreading out in a swarm of glinting lights. A hundred, a thousand, ten times a thousand, more and more Now they swam from the warp into the gulfs of the inner system, not an army or a fleet, but a host sent by the will of gods and the art of mortals. The ships clustered and divided as their engines caught on the cold vacuum and turned them towards Mars and Luna and the small orb of Terra all alone in the dark Horus watched, and then gave a single nod. ‘Begin,’ he said.
For the past two months I've been reading quite a few 40k books.
I saw it all, read it all, not many things suprise me anymore.
BUT
For the love of god everyone just self sensors when it comes to the word fuck.
In First and only they say feth.
In 13th Legion they say frag.
Just say fuck. Just say it, are you afraid your mom will put you on time out if you say it.
Let's ignore the gang rape scene in Inquisition War.
Let's ignore the detailed scenes of being devoured alive by tyranids Deathwing had.
Let's even ignore the mountains of corpses every book has by the end.
No
Saying the word fuck is just taking it too far. Doesn't matter that 4 seconds ago someone died by being disemboweled and we got the juciest details of their guts spilling out.