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The demon almost seems to burst with benevolence. Its central body stretches a little, changes shape and a few eyes bulge out, sliding forward along the shiny skin to fix on Freyja.

"Of course he betrayed you! That's his nature. And he plans to cheat you further, as he does with everyone. He would make such a good servant for the Lord of Change, but his hubris makes him think he's a god himself." The amorphous creature clicks a long tongue dismissively and moves back and forth with a disapproving twitch.

"But you shall not confront him directly. No, he has too many allies who would - unwillingly or not - come to his aid. You must do as he does - with cunning! I can give you the opportunity to destroy him. Not without risk, it never is! But with my help you can confront him and then he will be at your mercy."

The creature's tentacles curl up excitedly and expand again. Viscous slime drips down without reaching the ground.

"Are you interested in such a deal? You would get a little of my power, but it would not really be yours. But enough to put him at your mercy if you play your cards right."

"Your people ruined me!" Freyja accused, pointing to incision scars along her right arm that could have only been the handiwork of a third legion Apothecary.

"Your underlings gave me this affliction and you will undo it!"

Her flesh was marred by hundreds of self afflicted scars, memories of lacerations and puncture wounds she'd wrought in an attempt to relieve her thirst for pain. Thousands of years ago, she'd been spared the shame of a dishonorable death.

This was the cost.

@bitchofsteel

It is rare to get an emotional response from the Chief Apothecary. He tends to be almost notoriously secretive and his will to deny Slaanesh even the slightest sacrifice in the form of feelings is ironclad. But this time he seems to allow himself an exception. A smile as if cut into his face with a scalpel shows amusement. He puts his fingertips together and rests his chin on them. "Do you know the old Terran tale of the people who wanted to eradicate a nick by cutting it away? That's the perfect analogy for your situation. Of course I can cut off your arm and replace it with a weapon of your - or better: my - choice. This is no more than a finger exercise. But what exactly is the point?"

#The Consortium #Fabius Bile #Demon of Tzeentch

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Justicar Verdan is tired. He is walking through another chaos fortress, or maybe it's the same one he was walking through for Emperor knows how long, all of them start to look the same to him. He killed far too many daemons and cultists and chaos marines to care. His armor is very damaged, although the psychic matrix inside still works, enhancing his psychic power, even though it doesn't really matter as he used too much psykery to safely use any more. As he walks through another corridor, noticing a space marine sized person through an ajar door, he stills, though it doesn't change the fact that he was already heard and the person inside is turning to the door.

(I'm letting you decide who he encoutered! I would like you know that I don't want to start with combat, so someone willing to talk will be appriciated

I'm not sure if you would need this but just fyi:

Verdan is armed with a force halberd, a mostly empty strom bolter and is wearing a scuffed and beaten up aegis terminator suit with a seriously fucked up helmet.)

The room is larger than the rather inconspicuous door might initially suggest. Columns divide it up and disappear into the darkness at the back. Some narrow windows let in grey light with strange streaks and something can be heard from outside that might be the sound of fighting. An impact further away - dust trickles from the ceiling and the lumens hanging from long cables dance for a few seconds.

The two people in the room turn towards Verdan in synchronised motion, raising their old, ornately decorated baroque bolters.

They were obviously busy looking for something. Cupboards have been rummaged through, drawers are open and jars of viscous liquid have shattered on the stone floor. Some strange tissue samples have also been scattered and are twitching on the tiles.

In a way, the two Chaos Marines certainly live up to the image you always have of them. Their armour is in various shades of pink, purple and crimson and is richly decorated with gold ornaments. One of the two, whose armour is adorned all over with text in a language unknown to Verdan, has strange flesh-like outgrowths on his helmet and a snow-white crest swings elegantly to one side as the marine fixes his gaze on the newcomer.

The other person, however - well, apparently the Heretics have gone further in their corruption of the Emperor's work than previously known, as it is obviously a woman. She wears no helmet and her painted lips twist into a slightly too friendly smile, showing too pointed teeth. She is no shorter than the Astartes next to her, on the contrary - limbs elongated into goat legs even give her a little more height.

"Oh, someone else looking for something here. And has found us. The prince means well for us!" She tilts her head a little and rolls her shoulders. Verdan can hear her vox clicking softly.

#warhammer #the consortium #Savona #Bellephus #Emperor's Children

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Hugs l, happy to change the subject, led them to a door. It was a normal door. By all accounts, it was fairly unremarkable. But an oak door set in a stone frame.

She opened it into a hallway, the floors were hard wood, and the walls were papered, showcasing a forest scene with animals and trees. Hugs led the way. Down the hall and past other doors.

The hall led into a spacious living area not too dissimilar from the one she'd had them in before, sans the television. In its place was an exterior wall that led out into a lush scene. A yard filled with shaped shrubbery, flowers of every color, and a pond full of fish. Beyond the expand was a wall of trees, deciduous and vibrant with green leaves and healthy bark. And all of it was wet. Every plant, stone and flower.

The sound of rain patterning on the roof was a steady thing, and the sky was overcast and grey, hugs went to the window and smiled.

"Oh, it's raining, I like the rain."

Saqqara and Arrian followed Hugs without hesitation - automatically falling into patterns that have been practised for hundreds of years. Arrian takes the frontline reconnaissance, keeping his nails in check with bared teeth and leading the way with a defensive stance, while Saqqara brings up the rear, keeping his demons just an incantation away from release - the first syllables already on his ash-stained lips and the air around him greasy and filled with the smell of blood and smoke.

The Word Bearer keeps an eye on Hugs, but also watches the surroundings and doesn't just rely on Arrian. The strangely peaceful decor with the elaborate design of the wallpaper elicits an astonished "Huh, that's unusual!"

"Concentration!" growls Arrian in his direction.

Saqqara nods but mutters: "If there's a threat here, I doubt it will be physical-"

Then he falters as the rain begins to fall - always a sign from the gods to a son of Colchis - and he realises that he is looking into an outside that is not only completely different, but also in a different place. He whispers, "Wow!"

Arrian stays in front of the two and takes a deep breath of the petrichor smell of the wet garden. It doesn't rain on Urum. All water comes from deep wells or is flown in from offworld. Only dust is in the air of the Crone World.

"Where are we?"

#warhammer #the consortium #roleplay #saqqara #arrian

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Geophagia sighed and explained the rules again, making sure to ephamize that three of the cards are faced up.. and you make five out of the remaining 4 face down.

She also handed him an illustrated card rank order, so that he wouldnt ask any frivolous questions.... Soon, she will have that cute little xeno in her grasp

Duco takes the sheet with the card motifs with an almost childlike eagerness and studies the colour-coded illustrations with the dedication of a born researcher. He bends over it, then carefully and with exaggerated suspicion lifts his face-down cards to the left and right to compare them with the illustrations.

Herik sighs, rolls his eyes and spreads his wings a few hand-widths. Mumbles to Kornelia: "He's a damn fool and you can prepare to stay here in the casino! Luckily we have the clones."

Duco looks up, revealing his face-down cards a little, which he corrects almost immediately in a grand gesture. "Oh come on! Don't be so pessimistic!"

The Night Lord turns back to the front. "Give me another card!"

#warhammer #the consortium #duco #herik stymphalos

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Yes, @relax-and-read-on, he absolutely can and will wear it.

Follows the Camina Drummer-school of badassery in combining RBF with cool eyeliner.

#warhammer #the consortium #fabius bile #emperor's children #Guyliner #Warhammer 40k

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Dear dr. Bile.

Do you have use makeup? I have been told that quite a few EC are fans, (wich might be a bit of a stereotype) and if you are, what are your favorite? Any tips or tricks?

"You were probably hoping that question would elicit an amusing response from me in the form of a lengthy lecture, huh?" Fabius reaches for his glass, leans back in the deep armchair in the centre of his private library and allows the chirurgeon to fold itself into a more comfortable position so that he can actually slump a little. The slender fingers turn the glass and amber-coloured reflections of light dance across the Chief Apothecary and his surroundings, losing themselves in the darkness between the shelves.

Soft music floods from a few voxcasters discreetly placed in perfect positions. The smell of leather and expensive cigars is a subtle perfume in the background.

Oleander does the same as his teacher and pours himself another Amasec. He takes a small sip, pushes back the impulse to analyse the chemical components of the bouquet and instead lets the spiciness and smokiness be a short, silent prayer to Slaanesh.

He smiles, and there is no request for an apology in it. "It was worth a try, Master. You must surely admit that you take great pleasure in being sarcastic with eloquence."

Fabius nods measuredly. His eyes flash only briefly. "But in this case, completely unnecessary. Because, as much as overdone and artless face-painting may annoy me, make-up done well absolutely fulfils a purpose. Drawing attention is important when the other person is not able - or does not have the mental capacity - to focus on their own."

His student laughs his beautiful laugh in amusement. "You hide insults in the most remarkable places, master!" - "I am a realist."

Oleander raises his glass in Fabius' direction. "I can drink to that."

Some time passes. A servoskull floats up, places a bowl of salted nuts on the small side table, then retreats again. The rustling of the Vatborn in their secret passageways emanates softly from the walls.

"And what do you want your patients to focus on, Master?"

Fabius tilts his head and takes another sip of Amasec: "As I'm a traditionalist and like to wear surgical masks at work - the eyes, of course. As much as most people get on my nerves - in the moments of my work, this intimate focussing is very stimulating." - "I thought you'd put sadism to the side?"

Fabius shrugs his shoulders. "I reserve that for very special clients and very special moments."

Oleander nods, impressed. "A sadist with perfect guyliner."

#warhammer #the consortium #fabius bile #Oleander Koh #Fabius with his steady hands being able to draw the best eyeliner

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No, "Apotheker" isn't synonymous with "apothecary" (the verbatim translation would be "chemist"), but I still like to think Fabius sometimes insists on being adressed as "Oberfeldapotheker" instead of "Chief Apothecary". Because he can. And because he still loves how his mother tongue is able to combine a lot of words into one.

#warhammer #the consortium #fabius bile #Fun with Languages #Herr Oberfeldapotheker

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Wayward Son - Chapter 9

It's the same every time: The fury that rises hot, cannot be fought and lands in red spots on his cheeks. The feeling that everything inside him is tensing up like a bowstring - and yet there is no arrow that he can send through the eye of his enemy (or his father? There are so many possibilities right now!).

Anger floods him with a new wave of battle hormones that eat through his tired veins and force him to perceive everything far too clearly, even though he would much rather have a veil over reality. But he is always the one who cannot give in to every feeling because he is the sensible one. Because, damn any fate (he doesn't believe in fate) that forces him to be the teacher for his legion of toddlers. For his father, who has never learnt to behave like an adult - not even before Laer. Memories of Fulgrim pouncing on an exotic Gunship like the hand of vengeance, beautiful and deadly. Back then, at a time that is no longer even dust in the gears of a clock.

So he takes a deep breath, forces whatever is trying to get him to please Fulgrim (oh, just bathing in his father's praise for once!) way down. This is business. And the giant, glittering snake, the tempter, the shining one - is just a means to an end.

This is not about sensitivities. Not about pride or praise. It's about business. And about spitting in Erebus' soup. For … completely rational reasons.

Fabius can sense Fulgrim's amusement and the readings on his narthecium jump as more wrath makes his heart beat in the red.

He is not an entertainer. Never has been. His world is facts and truth - the opposite of amusement.

But now he has to. Oh, how he hates it!

He looks at Fulgrim, who has made himself comfortable in front of the windows. From behind, he is bathed in a golden light that adds glittering edges to the scales on his serpentine body. The muscular coils are curled up beneath him and he has made himself at home - perfection in relaxation. He has Veilwalker pressed against him like a colourful rag doll. Fabius can't help but feel a certain gloating that the troublesome Aeldari is now at the mercy of something that must be deeply repugnant to her.

Fabius feels Fulgrim behind his forehead. More anger. For a moment he allows himself to remember: Fulgrim, not so perfect, eyes reddened, despair and fury. Over another slain clone of Ferrus Manus. The Gorgon's blood in a perfect arc on the wall. Fabius silent in the corner of the room. Sees the pain.

In the present, something twitches in Fulgrim's face and Fabius feels a childish sense of satisfaction.

Fabius takes a few measured steps towards the centre of the room. Drags the blood in the recesses of the stones with him like a ribbon. Turns round on himself, arms outstretched. The chirurgeon glistens in the same light that crowns Fulgrim.

He feels Erebus' golden eyes. And knows that they are now alone in the arena. Even more so than before, when the Dark Apostle moulded time into a ball. This time it is the presence and power of a Primarch that ensures that Undil no longer moves, that Ramos has turned to his Gene-Sire like a flower to the light, humming only quietly and ecstatically, and that Arrian shuffles from one foot to the other, snarling, without really doing anything.

And even if it is known that Lorgar has not risen from his studies for a long time - it cannot be ruled out that the sudden presence of a brother cannot lure him here. And if there's one thing Fabius likes even less than the presence of a Primarch, it's the presence of more than one. So time is a factor.

"Isn't it always about having an audience for what's important to you, Father? From the Maraviglia to this room. From Terra to the Eye of Terror. And not just any audience! The right one. Is it vain of me to choose my creator to celebrate a triumph? Perhaps! But you were always the first to accuse me of vanity."

The patrician before the senate. Orator, politician, entertainer? The knives in every man's pocket.

Fabius turns, only briefly turning his back on Fulgrim. Collects himself. Then he is back again. Tiredness tugs at him. No, he must not give in to it.

"Is this nothing more than a toy I'm fighting over with Erebus? I beg you! When have I ever been so superficial? No, it's more than that. It's about someone having to hold the reins. For our legion. For what we were and what we can be. And is the image of your sons in your mind such, as that we cower before Lorgar's children?"

He glances at Erebus, raising his eyebrows for effect.

Veilwalker uses the pause to clap exaggeratedly, prompting Fulgrim to pat her on the head with one arm and make a deep cut in her half-mask with a claw.

The Primarch is, as usual, a whirlwind of emotions. Is he bored yet? No, everything is new here. Is he the centre of attention enough? Oh yes, even when Fabius speaks, the deep love song of the Noise Marine can be heard. He is overflowing with affection and pride for his gifted son and wants to kill him. In an interesting way. Ferrus' eyes, glassy and grey when once they shone with life. Fulgrim shakes his head, a silver strand of hair coming loose from his elaborate hairstyle and cascading like a waterfall over his jewelled chest. Watching Fabius forced to be an entertainer is the kind of cruel pleasure that flatters the dark prince. Fulgrim smiles graciously, baring pointed teeth.

He briefly savours the rage at the memory he has seen behind Fabius' eyes. He drinks it in like good wine, letting it spread inside him. But then he focusses on the present again. Lets the attention of his sons and nephews wash over him.

He cuts Fabius off with an imperious gesture. "Yes, yes. The eternal song that Eidolon also sings so beautifully. Is that supposed to take me back to the front when there's nothing but boredom there?"

Fabius pulls his thin lips into a line, a crease appears between his silver brows and Fulgrim has a strange feeling of vertigo for a second. Memories of a life he has not led and where Fabius was the father he looked up to, so strangely larger than life itself. The Primarch savours the confusion and then shakes his head. Is back in the present.

Looks to Erebus. "What is your image of my sons, Dark Apostle? Is it as feeble as my Clone Lord draws it?"

The pointed teeth between perfectly painted lips seem too long. The violet eyes too kind.

Erebus has never been anything but fearless. He's dealt with Primarchs as equals and never held back for a second.

And he's not going to start now!

#warhammer #the consortium #fabius bile #roleplay #Erebus #Fulgrim #Wayward Son

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Dear dr. Bile

The Grandfather was on me again (seriously, I know all those gods are supposed to be equally powerful, but the one giving you seasonal allergies seem Extra Strong), hellbent on making me unable to live around greenery, wich is unfortunate, as I live on an agriworld. Aside from exterminatus or moving away, any tips on how to deal with this supremely unfortunate condition?

"Dear customer; organ owner and skin wearer! There is a simple method that has been tried and tested for a long time and can be used on most planets without any problems: a human-sized hamster ball. Safe, hygienic and fun for the whole family. Upgradeable with spikes if you want to crush your enemies in passing and perforate them in portions and-"

"Which one of you useless excuses for real scientists took my datapad? It was right here next to the specimen, I know it!"

Sometimes the Chief Apothecary can be surprisingly quiet for a man who carries a metal contraption of unusual size and an ego of even more exorbitant proportions.

Duco takes advantage of the fact that his black eyes make it difficult for other people to read anything in them and puts on an all and meaningless grin.

Fabius furrows his brows. The Chirurgeon focuses several pointed ends on Duco.

But then the storm moves on.

Oh yes, a Night Lord-sized hamster ball …

#warhammer #the consortium #fabius bile #duco #Gravity Falls #Hamster Ball #Human Sized Hamster Ball #Night Lord Sized Hamster Ball

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Tumblr did it again - it's eating my asks!

I am missing a few ask-posts (some of them RP-answers!) from my inbox. I know they've been there but now they are not.

So, if I don't answer your ask/roleplay-post: Please send it again! And pray to science that Tumblr will not get hungry again.

#warhammer #the consortium #fabius bile #roleplay #ask post #Tumblr bug

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Absolutely love Fabius and the summary you have here really captures why he is so captivating. I have had a idea in my head for quite some time and due to life/ADHD derailment it may be a project that may or may not get done. I have the original metal mini and the new plastic one and I have been very tempted to replace the medical devices on the metal one with things like a spray bottle, squeegee and have him weld a mop to transform him into the primo-janitor for the new Fabius. I'll understand if this results in an insta block 😅

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(I think you meant to send this to my inbox? Aaaaanyway ... WTF?! 😁 But: I want to see it! I absolutely do!)

#submission #fabius bile #warhammer 40000

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Geophagia gave a grin. "Of course! I just don't want goose crap on my tables." She nodded to the dealer. Shall we begin?

She was curious about the familiarity of the chandelier. To be honest, she once bought some crystals from a place.. and had them refashioned for her purposes.

She put a small amount in the pot.

Duco waves it off with a grand gesture. "Oh no, it's all washable. And on many agri-worlds, people would pay huge sums for it!"

Then he leans forwards towards the table. The chair creaks under the strain. The Night Lord taps his cards with a sharp, claw-like fingernail. Then smiles again. "So, how did that work again? It's not like we have much opportunity to play cards where I come from. My …. employer doesn't like games."

Without waiting for an answer, he nevertheless throws some of his chips into the centre.

Herik growls softly. "You have no idea what you're doing, huh?"

Duco beams at him.

#warhammer #the consortium #duco #herik stymphalos

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#Warhammer #Emperor's Children #Fabius Bile #Chief Apothecary #Warhammer 40k

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Geophagia sighed. "Duco. People get very particular about the way chips are arranged... and well... like I said. .. her face turned as she hissed. "I. Don't. Want. a. Mess. on. my. tables. " She raised a manicured finger before grinning. 'Why not get your companion to hold the goose.. but somewhere where you cannot access her easily. Is that a fair deal?"

When Geophagia's face changes in a split second from a mild mask to a brief glimpse into the hell of the warp, Duco raises his eyebrows and grins in delight. The Night Lord really appreciates Jump Sacres!

He taps his forehead in salute in the direction of the hostess, showing her respect.

Then he leans back, one arm draped over the back of the chair, tilting his head slightly. "But why is that? The element of chaos, the nature of chance! A monster among the tiny game chips! Why don't we let Kornelia be part of the process?"

Behind him, Herik hisses an annoyed sigh. The Bird-Astartes roughly pushes one of the players next to Duco aside (though controlled enough not to break anything) and grabs Kornelia before she can put her plan to steal and consume one of the shockingly red, wax-like cherries on another player's drink into action.

Herik ignores Kornelia's loud, honking protest, gently placing a huge hand around her beak to keep her quiet. "Don't argue, Duco. Get this over with, I want to look at the chandeliers in the main hall, the splinters look familiar!" He lets this sentence hang ominously in the air. Since the fall of harmony, most of Fulgrim's sons do not react favourably to looters who have somehow obtained shards of the precious, beautiful crystal towers.

#warhammer #the consortium #fabius bile #duco #herik stymphalos

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Fabius probably spikes his coffee with alcohol

As much as he thrives on exploring new ideas, discovering the unknown in every cell and making groundbreaking discoveries beyond human imagination, he also is a creature of habits and mundane rituals.

So I think he reserves both caffé corretto or his favourite, a Pharisäer, for certain occasions that have precise temperature- and environmental prerequisites.

Sadly, getting the right kind of alcoholica is very difficult and costly. Some happy Rogue Trader may have bought a new planet from what the Chief Apothecary is willing to pay for a bottle of Grappa.

#warhammer #emperor's children #Fabius Bile #The Consortium

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@rare-vos-in-socks As much as he loves collecting and storing things/people/samples in vaults to use them in the most strategically sound moment to his advantage, I don't think he would like MTG. Still too much chance involved (Oleander would play Unhinged, though).

I can fix him [drill sound] [screaming] [chainsaw revving]

#warhammer #the consortium #fabius bile #Oleander Koh #MTG

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For some reason I like this shirt!

#Fabius Bile #Warhammer #Emperor's Children #Warhammer 40k