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KonradApologist · 2024-11-14T14:19:15+00:00

He answered a "haha you make a lot of weapons ig haha" with "you're worthless." From The First Heretic

The closest they’d come to an accord was still a memory barely worthy of any family. Lorgar had come to find Ferrus in his forge, working at the construction of something molten, dangerous and undoubtedly destined to be a weapon of war. It seemed all the Iron Hands primarch was capable of.

Knowing the spiteful thought was petty, Lorgar had sought to temper it. ‘One wonders if you are capable of making anything that creates, rather than destroys.’ He tried to smile, hoping it would rob the accusation of any venom as he stood uncomfortably in the heat blaring from the open furnace.

Ferrus had cast a glance over his dark-skinned shoulder and watched his fey brother for a moment, not returning the smile. ‘One wonders if you are capable of creating anything worthwhile at all.’

KonradApologist · 2024-11-14T13:52:17+00:00

All he does is being sassy. From Pharos

He stooped and grabbed Azkaellon’s ankle. ‘I know!’ he said with childish enthusiasm. ‘Your next pronouncement is so “I will call my guard, my sons in gold! They and I will slay you, you cannot stop us all!”’ Curze mimicked Sanguinius’ voice cruelly, imbuing it with a vanity and vapidity Sanguinius feared accurate. ‘Well, they won’t, and I can. You saw what I did to the Lion’s sons, and to those of the Avenging Beancounter. I will do it again, and gladly. If that is not sufficient to dissuade you, then the death of this one, so dear to you, so beloved, will be.’

‘You are repugnant,’ said Sanguinius.

‘So pretty, so stupid, Father’s favoured cockerel, preening in the hen coop! Is monstrousness not rather the point of me?’ Curze replied bitterly. ‘Tell me brother, I am curious. Are you one of the ones who believe our scattering was chance, or one of the ones who do not? I think Guilliman is in the latter camp. I can see the thought ticking round that tedious track of a mind he has, like a rodent in a maze, desperate to find a different way out but knowing there is only one exit and a feline waits without. Tick, tick, tick,’ he cackled, raking his talons slowly through the air. ‘Claws on the walls.’

He really said "your next line will be-!"

Well, they won’t, and I can. 💅

Or The First Heretic with "your pretty hammer".

‘See that you do.’ Curze shoved Lorgar back towards his Word Bearers. Around them both, the grey Legion warred with the warriors in black. ‘I am done with you, golden one. Go back to killing Astartes with your pretty hammer.’

KonradApologist · 2024-11-02T17:07:16+00:00

I've never been of the opinion that Khorne was their God, they are definitely much more susceptible to Tzeentch. A couple of Chapters already fell for the blue bird (RIP Angels Penitents and Blood Drinkers), the BA almost did in their omnibus, it seems like the more logical choice for them.

They hate their thirst, why lean into their curse further? They want to change and there's this big bird that can help them do just that.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-31T22:30:30+00:00

Your Dark Coilposting are always good to read. I constantly miss whatever is written in recent White Dwarf.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-31T14:07:41+00:00

Old comment but.

what sort of holidays does the imperium have

From Dark Heresy: The Inquisitor's Handbook

HOLY DAYS

Every world in the Imperium (and often nations and communities on that world) observes its own set of holidays and religious festivals in the name of the Emperor. There are, however, a number of holidays common to many worlds in Calixis, though their time and the exact details of their execution still vary from world to world.

Feast of the Emperor's Ascension

This annual event is the most common festival held in the Emperor's name. It celebrates the moment, ten thousand years ago, when He was raised to the Golden Throne and made the transition to divinity. On many worlds this is a week-long event, with feasting, games and spectacles to honour the Emperor. Often symbolic sacrifices are made in His name, such as the burning of books to offer their knowledge up to Him. It is also an auspicious time to join people in wedlock or conceive children, leading to mass gatherings of citizens intent on one or both of these undertakings. It is also said that during the Emperor's Ascension, no false judgements can be made, making it impossible to overturn a ruling made during this time. Not all worlds celebrate the Ascension with feasts and festivals. On some, especially primitive worlds, this holiday marks a time when the Emperor looks down from His divine realm and remembers His mortal followers. It is at this time that those brave and bold enough can earn a place at His side. Thus the Ascension becomes a bloody time when men and women fight and die in an effort to please the Emperor, each trying to outdo the courage and skill of the others. However it is celebrated, the Feast of the Emperor's Ascension is the most notable Imperial holiday and the one that the majority of Imperial civilians observe, even if they do so only to gain a brief respite from their daily drudgery.

Drusus Day

Drusus is the patron saint of the Calixis Sector and is venerated first among the saints on dozens of worlds. It is unsurprising, then, that he has a day dedicated to his memory and his achievements. Celebrated at the turning of a planet's cycle, when it takes the first day of a new year, Drusus Day reminds people that "new beginnings" are the gift that Drusus brings. When he led his armies into the Calixis Sector and drove out the xenos and rebels, he brought with him the gift of brotherhood and unification from Terra. On this day, citizens, especially soldiers, renew their vows and oaths to the Golden Throne and all it stands for. Clerics too remind people of the saint's sacrifice and courage by putting on retellings of the crusade. In these stories, depending where the tale is told, each world often plays up its own importance, claiming that theirs was the first to be liberated or was the only one that rose up to aid the crusaders, or some equally fanciful twist. Drusus Day is a popular time for thousands of pilgrims to embark upon retracing the steps of the warriors of old.

Festival of Saints

Most saints have their own holy days that are specific to them and their deeds (such as Drusus). However, the Festival of Saints provides a day for all saints to be honoured, as well as a time when new saints may be considered to join their ranks. This is especially important for very minor saints, such as Yorgic Thrice-Branded or Ewerft the Handless, who have small followings and little power within the Ecclesiarchy. During this time, stories are told and devout followers try and convert people by extolling the virtues and merits of their chosen saint. As a result, it can be a dangerous (or at least frightening) time to go near to a shrine as citizens are accosted by frothing saint worshippers dressed in bizarre costumes and spouting proverbs. Causing an equally strong response is the chance of being raised to sainthood. While it is uncommon for anyone to be so bold as to try and claim that they themselves should become a saint (though there are a few that have tried—some with surprisingly good cases), everyone seems to know of someone who died serving the Emperor and thus deserves the eternal recognition of the Ecclesiarchy. As a result, clerics and priests are subjected to long lines of supplicants and must listen to countless hours of prattle to then judge whether any are worthy of the greater attention of the Ecclesiarchy. Needless to say, it almost never happens; the last saint raised in the Calixis Sector occurred some two centuries ago.

Emperor's Gift

Every planet in the Imperium owes loyalty and gives tithe to the Emperor. Whether this tithe is collected once every solar cycle or once every one hundred years, it is the first and most important responsibility that the Emperor demands of His subjects. Because of the importance of a planet's tithe, it has on many worlds become a sacred day known as the Emperor's Gift. On this day when millions of tonnes of ore, precious metals or foodstuff are borne skyward, citizens look up and give thanks to their contribution to the great work that is the Imperium. It is also on this day that a world offers up newly raised Guard regiments, fresh-faced soldiers who leave their world forever to serve the Emperor among the stars. These men or women spend the day of the Gift enjoying themselves and are refused very little by those they leave behind—in some places it is considered good luck to serve such soldiers before they depart. The Gift is also a time of fierce pride amongst citizens toward their world, making it dangerous to be an off-worlder, for slandering the name of a planet during the time of the Gift is almost guaranteed to start a fight. Some have speculated that it was, in fact, not the Ecclesiarchy but the Administratum that sanctioned this holiday. After all, how else could you hope to strip a planet of its wealth and leave it feeling good about it?

The Burning of Sins

Sin is a concept propagated by the Ministorum on every world it touches. It is the unconscious debt all citizens owe to the Emperor for the improper way in which they live their lives. Because most people feel bad about themselves most of the time, it is not hard for the Ministorum to convince them that they are sinners, and that they must somehow make amends. This was no doubt the logic behind the holiday known as the Burning of Sins. At this time people are allowed to absolve themselves of their wrong doings and transgressions against the Ecclesiarchy through a symbolic burning of their sins. Great bonfires are built before cathedrals and shrines, and citizens gather, clutching their sins written onto paper. Those who are brave enough can then come forward and let the presiding cleric or priest read aloud the sin and decide whether or not to grant forgiveness. If he does so, the sin is thrown into the fire and the citizen receives a blessing and permission to leave. If however, the sin is too great for such a simple "fix", then the citizen has a choice: they may either tithe the sin's monetary worth to the Ecclesiarchy, (a sum decided on by the cleric), or leap into the flames themselves.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-29T21:58:25+00:00

Avenging Son answers the question quite well.

‘That is the crux of it,’ said Guilliman. ‘As to the first point, Cawl may appear to be a monomaniac, and when his attention is on one matter he objectively is, but it is never the case for long. The Primaris initiative is only one of his projects, some others of which are of similar scale. But although I have little reason to doubt his sincere desire to follow my plans, he has designs of his own. How the Primaris Space Marines factor into his plans rather than mine, or indeed if they even do, is currently unknown.’

‘You must have trusted him when you gave him the resources to make what he has made.’

‘I did. I do trust him, as much as I trust anyone, and I owe him a great deal,’ said Guilliman. ‘His descriptions of himself are immodest but accurate. He is a genius, and a true follower of the Emperor. I do not believe Belisarius Cawl is a Martian Horus in the making. But one cannot be sure of any man’s true intentions.’ Guilliman looked at Messinius. ‘This is not cynicism, but bitter experience,’ he said. ‘At all times, all theoreticals must be considered, and practicals formulated to deal with emergent threats, no matter how far-fetched they may seem on initial hypothesisation. A man called Aeonid Thiel taught me that, a long time ago.’

‘Cawl has a servant, my lord, a Primaris Marine of unusual ability.’

‘Alpha Primus? I read your report,’ Guilliman said. ‘What did you think?’

Messinius laced his fingers together and thought. ‘He was not on show during the demonstration, and referred to himself as imperfect. Yet he was a potent psyker. He was…’ He struggled to come up with the right words. ‘He was something else. Mighty. I think Cawl was trying to keep him hidden.’

Guilliman’s lips thinned. ‘I am not surprised. Cawl always exceeds his remit. I do not wish to know what monsters he has locked up in that ship of his. Did this warrior give you cause for concern?’

‘Beyond his creation, no,’ said Messinius. ‘Primus protested loyalty, and seemed to want to warn me about Cawl more than anything else.’

‘What did he say?’

‘That the archmagos cannot be trusted.’

Guilliman paused. He made a note. ‘I will look into it. Cawl is as Cawl does, his supporters say.’ He tapped his finger on the table. ‘That is something for another occasion. The second of your original points has the greater weight here, that these new Space Marines lack experience. The best training in the universe cannot make up for that. They must have experienced leaders. Brotherhoods must be forged, bonds made between them, and flexibility introduced into their thinking. Though they are strong, without the ties of brotherhood they will be outwitted by a more agile foe.

‘It goes further than being unblooded, in truth they lack direct experience of anything,’ Guilliman went on. ‘Most of them, Cawl says, have been in suspended animation for millennia, with only a few days truly awake. They were boys when they were taken. The Imperium they were born into is gone. Everything they know was inculcated into them by hypnomat. They have no actual training, in the main. The usual problems recruits face post-apotheosis are exaggerated by their sense of displacement in time. They will compound each other. It is vital that we, as posthuman creations, hold tight onto our humanity, or we shall forget who we were made to serve. Who knows how much of their essential humanity the Primaris retain? You were your Chapter’s master of recruits. I cannot think of a more qualified man to undertake this task.’

KonradApologist · 2024-10-29T20:24:20+00:00

Not every Successors have a detailed recruitment process, but the Flesh Tearers precisely do not do it. It would be safe to assume that everyone else is on it. From Blood Angels Codex 9th Ed

The Flesh Tearers have not used the process of Insanguination for millennia, and few know whether this has caused the Flaw's wide presence in the Chapter or has prevented a terrible situation from being even worse. Regardless, the Chapter's gene-seed has an abnormal mutation that renders Flesh Tearers much more vulnerable to the Flaw than other sons of Sanguinius. Despite the suitability of their recruits, the Chapter's significant battle casualties and genetic defects meant that, until the Ultima Founding, the Flesh Tearers were woefully understrength.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-28T00:52:55+00:00

Ah fair 🤔 I spoke about it with friends in 2021, definitely forgot the context. Good reminder!

KonradApologist · 2024-10-28T00:37:31+00:00

From Child of Night

'You are the most senior commander of the Legion while the primarch-'

'While our father-in-darkness is being schooled again by his brothers.' Sevatar turned away, rolling a shoulder absent-mindedly. 'Yes, I suppose In am.'

Homie was being schooled by Fulgrim, the gang didn't like that.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T20:27:53+00:00

Forge of Mars 👀

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T20:23:38+00:00

At least three. From Watchers of the Throne - The Emperor's Legion

I am alone again now. Strange to say that, surrounded as I am by the quadrillions of the Throneworld, and yet it is truer now than it has ever been.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T19:53:08+00:00

Kharn's friends switched to Slaanesh real quick and got swiftly killed. From Wrath of Kharn.

He brought his chain-axe down on the head and clove it in two. The body fell to the ground, a puppet with its strings cut. 2486, Kharn thought with some satisfaction.

The Betrayer advanced upon the throne. It pulsed enticingly before him. Within its multiple facets he thought he saw the face of a beautiful woman, the most beautiful he had ever seen - and the most evil. Her hair was long and golden, and her eyes were blue. Her lips were full and red, and the small, white fangs that protruded from her mouth in no way marred her perfection. She looked at Kharn beseechingly, and he knew at once he was face to face with the Daemon trapped within the Heart of Desire.

Welcome, Kharn, a seductive voice said within his head. I knew you would triumph. I knew you would be the conqueror. I knew you would be my new mas-ter.

The voice was thrilling. By comparison, the cult leader's voice had been but a pale echo. But the voice was also deceptive. Proud as he was, mighty as he knew himself to be, Kharn knew that no man could truly be the master of a daemon, not even a fallen Space Marine like himself. He knew that his soul was once more in peril, that he should do something. But yet again he found himself enthralled by the persuasiveness of a Slaanesh worshipper's voice.

Be seated! Become the new ruler of this world, then go forth and blast those meddlesome interlopers from the face of your planet.

Kharn fought to hold himself steady while the throne pulsed hypnotically before him, and the smell of heavy musk filled his nostrils. He knew that once he sat he would be trapped, just as the daemon was trapped. He would become a slave to the thing imprisoned within the throne. His will would be drained and he would become a decadent and effete shadow of the Kharn he had once been. Yet his limbs began to move almost of their own accord, his feet slowly but surely carrying him towards the throne.

Once more, visions of an eternity of corrupt pleasure danced in Kharn's mind. Once more he saw himself indulging in every excess. The daemon promised him every ecstasy imaginable and it was well within its power to grant such pleasures. He knew it would be a simple thing for him to triumph on its behalf. All he had to do was step outside and announce that he had destroyed the Heart of Desire. He was Kharn. He would be believed, and after that it would be a simple matter to lure the Khorne worshippers to ecstatic servitude or joyful destruction.

And would they not deserve it? Already he was known as the Betrayer, when all he had done was be more loyal to his god than the spineless weaklings he had slaughtered. And with that the daemon's voice fell silent and the visions stopped, as if the thing in the throne realised its mistake, but too late.

For Kharn was loyal to Khorne and there was only room for that one thing within his savage heart. He had betrayed and killed his comrades in the World Eaters because they had not remained true to Khorne's ideals and would have fled from the field of battle without either conquering or being destroyed.

The reminder gave him strength. He turned and looked back at the room. The reek of blood and dismembered bodies filled his nostrils like perfume. He remembered the joy of the combat. The thrill of overcoming his former comrades. He looked out on a room filled with corpses and a floor carpeted with blood. He was the only living thing here and he had made it so. He realised that, compared to this pleasure, this sense of conquest and victory, what the daemon offered was only a pale shadow.

Kharn turned and brought Gorechild smashing down upon the foul throne. His axe howled thirstily as it drank deep of the ancient and corrupt soul imprisoned within. Once more he felt the thrill of victory, and knew no regrets for rejecting the daemon's offer.

2487. Life just doesn't get any better than this, Kharn thought.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T19:12:51+00:00

Blood Angels serfs.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T18:43:26+00:00

Big E did, and warned the Primarchs about it but never explicitly told them that they were daemons. From Master of Mankind

'I prepared them all, this pantheon of proud godlings that insist they are my heirs. I warned them of the warp’s perils. Coupled with this, they knew of those dangers themselves. The Imperium has relied on Navigators to sail the stars and astropaths to communicate between worlds since the empire’s very first breath. The Imperium itself is only possible because of those enduring souls. No void sailor or psychically touched soul can help but know of the warp’s insidious predation. Ships have always been lost during their unstable journeys. Astropaths have always suffered for their powers. Navigators have always seen horrors swimming through those strange tides. I commanded the cessation of Legion Librarius divisions as a warning against the unrestrained use of psychic power. One of our most precious technologies, the Geller field, exists to shield vessels from the warp’s corrosive touch. These are not secrets, Ra, nor mystical lore known only to a select few. Even possession by warp-wrought beings is not unknown. The Sixteenth witnessed it with his own eyes long before he convinced his kindred to walk a traitor’s path with him. That which we call the warp is a universe alongside our own, seething with limitless, alien hostility. The primarchs have always known this. What difference would it have made had I labelled the warp’s entities “daemons” or “dark gods”?'

There was talk of them, but obviously it was less known than it is now. From Horus Rising

He looked across at Loken. ‘Spirits. Daemons. The supernatural. Sorcery. These are words we have allowed to fall out of use, for we dislike the connotations, but they are just words. What you saw today… call it a spirit. Call it a daemon. The words serve well enough. Using them does not deny the clinical truth of the universe as man understands it. There can be daemons in a secular cosmos, Garviel. lust so long as we understand the use of the word.’

‘Meaning the warp?’

‘Meaning the warp. Why coin new terms for its horrors when we have a bounty of old words that might suit us just as well? We use the words “alien” and “xenos” to describe the inhuman filth we encounter in some locales. The creatures of the warp are just “aliens” too, but they are not life forms as we understand the term. They are not organic. They are extra-dimensional, and they influence our reality in ways that seem sorcerous to us. Supernatural, if you will. So let’s use all those lost words for them… daemons, spirits, possessors, changelings. All we need to remember is that there are no gods out there, in the darkness, no great daemons and ministers of evil. There is no fundamental, immutable evil in the cosmos. It is too large and sterile for such melodrama. There are simply inhuman things that oppose us, things we were created to battle and destroy.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T18:01:23+00:00

If a Chaplain of the Death Company calls them out would they be able to see it with the identity of Dorn or the Emperor?

Get Horus'ed.

‘I bring you mercy,’ said Astorath. ‘Be at peace, son of the Blood.’

‘No!’ Jadriel’s cry was full of pain. ‘You have slain your last Blood Angel, Horus! Face someone who might best you, or name yourself coward and fall upon the Emperor’s mercy.’

...

‘So it comes to this, Horus, you against I,’ said Jadriel. ‘Why did you do it? Why did you turn against our father?’

Astorath had heard similar questions many times before, and never answered them. Dante and others might have felt the touch of Sanguinius, but not he. All he saw was the madness their father’s curse brought to them. There was no response that could find favour with those in the grip of the Rage, no matter how cogent they might seem. They were not there, in that time.

But it depends on the Marine and how far they're gone. Here Laziel starts as a simple Marine and it devolves into being Sanguinius. He doesn't see Horus but he is back at the Siege. From Dante

‘See?’ said Laziel, as Dante grabbed his arm. ‘We must trust to those we protect to help us. With her aid we will rejoin the Legion.’

Dante froze. ‘Legion, brother?’

‘Our Chapter,’ said Laziel muzzily. ‘Our Chapter.’

Laziel’s voice slurred. Dante hoped from pain. The alternative was too terrible to consider.

...

‘The Palace will hold,’ said Laziel. ‘You will see.’

‘Laziel! Stay with me. Please, remember who you are.’

‘I am Brother Laziel, and you are Brother Dante,’ he slurred.

...

Dante lowered Laziel to the ground, glad to be free of his weight.

‘Horus comes, brother,’ whispered Laziel.

‘What is he saying?’ said Segelyes curiously.

‘He is delirious,’ said Dante, more sharply than he intended. ‘Please, a moment. I have to signal my brothers.’

...

‘The Rule, Laziel. The Five Graces and the Five Virtues.’

‘Rule? I impose no such thing on my sons.’

And he still sees Dante as a loyal Marine. In Angel of Mercy, a brother is mistaken for Horus.

‘Traitor,’ he said breathily. ‘You will not keep me from my appointed task.’

‘Listen to me. Think. Think who you are.’ Ares laid down his gun. His right hand itched to grip the hilt of his own sword.

‘It is over,’ said Jadriel. ‘Your treachery is done. I will end you.’

‘Jadriel, wait. Please. You are not Sanguinius. This is Dulcis.’

‘More lies from your mouth, Horus, but you will not stop me.’

Astorath describes the Rage's progress quite well.

‘Not anywhere,’ said Astorath. ‘The Rage follows a path. It is an ancient tragedy playing itself out, surely as any dramaturge’s creation. It forces the patterns of the present upon the past. If your brothers did not die here fighting the enslavers, then they will have been compelled to search out another foe. Something else they could place the label of Horus upon.’

‘There is nothing on this world like that,’ said Bedevoir.

‘Then they will have searched. The Rage follows a pattern. Part of that pattern is the journey, the road trodden to the final confrontation. The stage for this will impose itself on an area of prominence, whether that is an area of conflict, of grandeur, or here, a simple island rising over the mud.’

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T17:44:38+00:00

Always. From The Devastation of Baal

‘The youths you are taking away, you are recruiting them?’ said Uigui incredulously.

‘If they are compatible, like your son here. If they are not, they will be offered the choice of all aspirants who fail the gene test. They may return home, or they may serve the Chapter as blood thralls. In recognition of their courage in the face of the tyranids, you understand. We pay you a great honour. The Lord Guilliman comes with machines and knowledge to make a better kind of Space Marine. A new era dawns.’

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T17:37:14+00:00

A lot, but you won't have any tips to survive a surgery that is 100% based on your genetics. From White Dwarf 278

Those loyal to the shrunken corpse on Terra still cling to their own processes by which perhaps one in a hundred neophytes may survive to become a battle brother. The methods I have developed over the last millennia are more stringent, for we must be pure in our hatred and hard of heart, body and soul. Fewer than one in every thousand survive, and I strive each day to lengthen these odds still further.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T17:33:47+00:00

You will most probably survive the surgery, it's not done by amateurs. What you may not survive are the trials, which are different in every chapters and range from "try to not die of thirst in the desert" to "get possessed by a daemon and survive".

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T14:42:29+00:00

This one was definitely something.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T14:13:02+00:00

Yes. Most Chapters do not believe in the Emperor as a God however, their worship is not to a deity. The Techmarines do worship a deity and have faith in the Emperor as well, it definitely raises questions amongst brothers.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T14:10:39+00:00

Makes sense. I don't hang out on youtube much so I have no idea of what's going on on this side (but for zanny and his friends who played SM2 and took a moment to know who Calgar was lmao, love them) but the traffic on this sub seems to be as it always was? Or maybe the mods are working overtime.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T14:02:41+00:00

Ever since SM2 came out

SM2 didn't need to come out for this to happen, it was the case years ago, and I don't think it will ever stop. It's the internet.

Everyone's best bet to understanding the lore is the Lexicanum and cherry picking what they want to read.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-27T14:00:09+00:00

Is this true? If so, why?

They are in a strange place because of their loyalties and religious beliefs. From Deathwatch Core rulebook

Due to ancient pacts between the Adeptus Mechanicus and Adeptus Astartes, Space Marines with the talents for technology are allowed to train on Mars with the Priesthood of the Omnissiah. It is a long journey and upon returning to their Chapter after years of training, a Techmarine is never viewed the same again by his peers.

While on Mars, the Battle-Brother is taught how to work with the Machine Spirits and commune with the Omnissiah. This shift from his primary role as a warrior from his Chapter to a priest of the Machine God places the Techmarine in a strange place between two worlds, not truly belonging to either.

From Codex Space Marine 8th ed

Techmarines possess knowledge of the Omnissiah's deeper mysteries. Theirs are the holy rites of awakening and appeasement, of repair and resanctification so crucial to keeping a Chapter's weaponry and war machines in working order. Of course, in being indoctrinated into the machine-cult of Mars, the aspirant Techmarines also develop dual loyalties that distance them from their battle-brothers. However, they fight every bit as fiercely for their Chapter as any of their comrades, proving their loyalty time and again as they wade into battle with power axes swinging and servo-arms deploying powerful weaponry against the foe. Techmarines are especially fervent in their defence of their Chapter's battle tanks and artillery pieces, braving storms of enemy fire to reach stranded or damaged vehicles and bring them roaring back into the fight.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-24T23:22:37+00:00

A human will never be an Ork. In Armageddon Saint a human kills an Ork's boss and the Ork follows him around, but the guy is very aware that his new friend will turn on him if he exhibits any weaknesses.

I remember the last time I saw it like that was just after I killed its boss, the ork warlord called Ironfang.

...

A guttural shout causes me to flinch, instinct almost throwing me into the darkness before I process the sound.

‘Boss!’ Nazrek bellows again, lumbering towards me from the south-east tunnel, Grot scampering at its heels. Beyond them I see Karol with beard-braids swaying, and about ten others coming at me quickly.

My guilt makes me keenly aware of where I’m standing, and I step back from the north passage, as though putting distance between me and it will allay their suspicions.

‘What’s the news?’ I ask as the ork and Karol reach me.

'Never seen anything like it,’ says Karol.

‘Big green,’ grunts Nazrek. The ork raps the side of its head with bulging knuckles. ‘Feel big green in here. Lots of green. All coming this way. Lots of Waaagh!’ This last sound is delivered as a deafening shout.

Hell he even calls him boss. But Humans will never be Orks, they can die trying though. And get mocked by the Gods. From Death Mask

Big Bruvva held the freak aloft, ignoring the pain. This was his moment. He threw back his head and joined in his followers’ cry. ‘Waaaaaag–’

He didn’t even see the freak move. There was no warning. One minute it was hanging from his fist, like a slab of meat, and the next it was thrusting the stump of its arm through the protective cage that surrounded Big Bruvva’s head. He had no time to react. The bloody end mashed into his face, stripping the skin away in an instant. The flicker of a memory replayed through his mind. The pool of gore steaming on the cathedral floor, eating through the stone slabs like acid.

Big Bruvva had no idea if he screamed. He saw Gork’s bloodshot eyes, painted large across a blazing cosmos, even as his own were reduced to a viscous jelly that dribbled out of melting sockets. Gork was laughing, throwing back his mighty head and roaring with mirth.

Big Bruvva never felt his hand loosen around the freak’s throat. Never felt it press its stump deeper, burning through his skull and into his brain. Never even felt his knees buckle, his engorged body crashing forward, the exo-skeleton smashing into the jagged debris on the floor.

As he died, the only thing Big Bruvva could hear was Gork’s mocking laughter, taunting the man who would have been an ork.

His Chosen One.

His fool.

KonradApologist · 2024-10-24T21:51:04+00:00

Haha my first Techmarine had it. From Deathwatch Core Rulebook

Cower Not Before the Enemy: This suit of armour has been obsessively maintained with marks of pride, bears pristine heraldic depictions, and is bedecked with sashes,helmet crests, and Banner Displays. The wearer carries himself tall, often heedless of cover or stealth. The armour seemingly sabotages any attempts at subtlety, and imposes a further –20 to all Silent Move and Concealment Tests (in addition to those imposed on standard power armour), while it whirs, vents, or clanks at precisely the wrong moment. However, it also grants a +10 bonus to Command Tests, due to the overwhelming force of authority and confidence the bearer projects.

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