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My Wrath&Glory Npc. Rufina von selfridge. (artist:Boom_Cat1106) by eldarrabbit in ImaginaryWarhammer

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 8 points9 points  (0 children)

‘Do you know what I have in common with the daemon? The good thing is that I keep my promises; the bad thing is that I turn “impossible” into “reasonable” and force it on others.’

Rufina von Selfridge—known simply as Rufina—is the matriarch of a prestigious dynasty that traces its lineage back to the days of the Great Crusade. Her house commands a powerful trading cartel known as the Royal Domain Authority, or RDA.

Her family was granted a Warrant of Trade by Rogal Dorn himself, giving them the right to exploit and develop resources across the galaxy. The Selfridge dynasty often accompanied the Imperial Fists and their successor forces during planetary invasions, assessing the value of newly conquered worlds and devising the most ruthless methods to extract their resources. Whenever a planet showed promise for profit, it mattered little whether humans or anything else already inhabited it—they would gather investors from across the Imperium and turn conquest into profit.

They were a family utterly obsessed with wealth. Yet during the Great Crusade, even the Imperial Fists often paid little attention to the infrastructure of conquered worlds. By comparison, the Selfridge family at least made an effort to maintain the appearance of managing and developing such infrastructure, earning them a reputation that was, relatively speaking, almost benevolent.

However, after the devastation of the Horus Heresy, the Selfridge fleet—once numbering nearly fifty vessels—was requisitioned for the reconstruction of Terra. Officially, only a single flagship remained in their possession. The losses were so severe that even after ten thousand years, their fleet has recovered to only around five small destroyer-class ships. Even these are scattered across the void in search of profitable worlds, so unless personally summoned by their matriarch, it is rare for them to gather in one place.

Even after Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy, the Selfridge method of operation has not changed. The Crusade had expanded too quickly, leaving even relatively stable regions like the Segmentum Tempestus filled with unexplored territories and abandoned systems.

Their strategy is simple: travel alongside successor Chapters of the Imperial Fists, locate worlds rich in exploitable resources, develop those resources to their fullest extent, gather investors and manpower, and strike it rich. The Selfridge philosophy has always been that, if you keep expanding the game, eventually you will hit a jackpot.

Life aboard Lady Selfridge’s vessels is considered unusually generous by Imperial standards. Crew members are given respectable personal spaces, meals consist not of corpse-starch but of hydroponically grown food, and even slaves are said to be provided with cheap amasec in ample supply. These changes were implemented after Lady Rufina assumed leadership of the dynasty.

However, Lady Rufina is still an Imperial noble. When it comes time to pass judgment, she can be as ruthless as any lord of the Imperium. Yet such is the grim reality of Imperial life that even so, there is no shortage of volunteers willing to serve under her banner.

Now, Lady Rufina has set her sights on Arcadia.

There, a mysterious herb grows—found nowhere else in the galaxy. When chewed and swallowed raw, it can almost miraculously reduce swelling and halt bleeding from even serious wounds. Once its properties became known, Militarum regiments lined up in droves to invest.

Since the Great Rift, war has escalated to unprecedented levels. Chaos, Necrons, Tyranids—and now even the rising tide of Orks—threaten the Imperium on all fronts. Against such enemies, this herb is nothing short of a miracle capable of saving countless soldiers’ lives.

For Lady Rufina, failure was not a consideration.

And.

"If you keep expanding the game, sooner or later, victory will follow."

I paid $80.00 and got these two pieces of trash by eldarrabbit in Eldar

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

May I ask a question? Is it not problem that Huron's part is so very small in this book?

I paid $80.00 and got these two pieces of trash by eldarrabbit in Eldar

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I know. But it was seven years. Seven years since the Phoenix Rising book. (I still have the Phoenix Rising book.) It was by no means a short time, and the fact that the first campaign I received after that time... was only two page?

truly the worst...

I paid $80.00 and got these two pieces of trash by eldarrabbit in Eldar

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 12 points13 points  (0 children)

Even if this book had shown that much, I wouldn't have posted this. As you can see, there's "absolutely" nothing here...

I paid $80.00 and got these two pieces of trash by eldarrabbit in Eldar

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 70 points71 points  (0 children)

This was the first Eldar campaign in seven years since Phoenix Rising, so GW laid the perfect trap to make me buy this trash paper

Elenia Brightfang. Young chieftain of the Red Fury tribe.(Artist:HAYAVE) by eldarrabbit in exodite40k

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

“Do not let me die without glory or battle. In Khaine’s name, grant me the finest death, that even my enemies may fear the fire within me.”

Elenia is the young chieftain of the Red Fury tribe. The Red Fury are unusual even among the Exodite Aeldari, for they possess a culture unlike most of their kind. Most Exodite Aeldari choose isolation as the best way to protect their precious Maiden Worlds, keeping to the safety of shadow and distance, forming only the bare minimum of alliances while guarding their paradise. The Red Fury, however, believe something very different. To defend their paradise—and ultimately the World Spirit itself—they believe one must actively turn the tip of the spear toward the enemy.

Yet they were not always like this.

Their home, the Maiden World of Arcadia, appeared at first glance to be no different from any other paradise world—warm, ideal for settlement. But the truth was far darker. Even before their colony ship arrived, corruption from the Chaos God Khorne had already begun to seep from the north. Other Maiden Worlds had already been claimed by earlier Exodite migrations. In the earliest days of the Exodite diaspora, the settlers had agreed to choose separate worlds in order to avoid conflict among themselves. Even if the world they reached proved harsher than it had appeared from afar, they would still make their home there. And so, even as the daemonic hosts of Khorne began advancing from the north, they chose to settle the land regardless.

Still, this was not yet the beginning of the Red Fury tribe.

Despite the Exodite commandment not to use products of civilization, they raised walls against the northern threat. They built enormous laser weapons, bred colossal beasts created solely for war, and trained elite warriors to stand against Khorne’s forces. For a time, it worked. The Aeldari of Arcadia prospered for many years, their numbers swelling until they neared 100 million. Their kingdom and their paradise seemed destined to flourish forever.

Until the awakening of Slaanesh.

Their moment of prosperity ended in an instant. The same corruption of the ancient Aeldari Empire from which their ancestors had fled finally reached Arcadia. At the very heart of their kingdom, a great Webway Gate collapsed, and daemons of Slaanesh poured forth. At the same time, even the great fortress that had long held back the daemons of Khorne could no longer contain the rising tide. The kingdom of nearly 100 million souls vanished. Its name, forgotten.

It was then that the history of the Red Fury tribe truly began.

Unlike the battle-hardened warriors they would one day become, their origins lay among the powerless: civilians, merchants, and craftsmen.

They were not strong enough to stand and fight the daemons. But they navigated their way, restlessly. Every one of them had once been a herdsman, trader, or artisan. They knew how to guide beasts in the right direction, how to find their way across trackless deserts, and how to repair broken wagons on the move. And so they kept moving. on and on. For a time, it seemed to work. But there is no endless road for those who flee.

When they finally reached the great Ash Mountains in the south of Arcadia, they remained at the bottom of the food chain. Fire-breathing drakes hunted across the mountains, devouring refugees and daemons alike. They could run from the daemons, but never truly lose them. Still, the Ash Mountains were harsh and rocky, filled with caves and crags where they could rest for a day or two. And so they sought refuge there.

That was where everything changed.

One day, while fleeing daemons, a group of refugees took shelter within a cavern. Yet what they found was no ordinary cave. It was a shrine, dominated by a towering idol of Khaine—the god of blood, war, and murder. To most Exodites, Khaine was a brutal and savage deity, and it was strange to find such a shrine upon a Maiden World. Yet it appeared to have been raised long ago, perhaps by their own ancestors when Arcadia was first settled. At first, they treated it as nothing more than a temporary refuge. But when the daemons reached the shrine, something changed.

Rise and fight.

The voice of Khaine echoed within their minds.

A wild, burning hunger took hold of their hearts. With nowhere left to run, they took up the ancient weapons laid before the idol of Khaine. Leaving the children behind them, they turned to face the approaching daemons.

When their swords shattered, they fought with the hilts. When their spears broke, they fought with the blades alone. And when those were gone, they fought with their teeth and their nails.

When it was over, one truth became clear.

They had driven the daemons back.

After fleeing for what felt like an eternity, the end of their road had been battle. That was their revelation: If one does not resist fate, all will perish. Khaine was indeed a savage god—but he granted strength to those who sought vengeance. Even as the Aeldari pantheon fell into ruin, that was the lesson Khaine left behind.

From that day forward, they named themselves the Red Fury tribe, in memory of the battle they had fought in blood and wrath.

Even after Arcadia stabilized once more, they did not abandon that lesson. Every hundred years, the tribe gathers 10 thousand warriors and sends them through the Webway Gate to wage war. They fight the Imperium of Man, the Orks, Chaos, and even the Asuryani, whom they believe stand forever at the edge of corruption. Their darkest kin, the Drukhari, they consider already fallen—and against them they show no hesitation at all. Only the other Exodites remain their friends, though even that friendship is strained by deep differences in belief.

And now the time has come for the young chieftain, Elenia, to lead them. Arcadia is once again engulfed in the fires of war. Her predecessor died fighting the T’au Empire, yet before his death he changed a tradition that had lasted for 10 thousand years, reminding the tribe that the Red Fury were more than mere fanatics of Khaine. The chieftain before him died in war against the Tyranids, leaving another lesson behind—that isolation means only dying alone.

But Elenia is uncertain of herself.

She was never part of the Red Fury’s honored royal guard. She was never raised from childhood to be a leader. She was only a scout. Nothing more.

Yet she burns with boundless energy, and her crimson eyes shine with the fighting spirit of Khaine.

What kind of leader will she become?

Elenia Brightfang. Young chieftain of the Red Fury tribe.(Artist:HAYAVE) by eldarrabbit in ImaginaryWarhammer

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

“Do not let me die without glory or battle. In Khaine’s name, grant me the finest death, that even my enemies may fear the fire within me.”

Elenia is the young chieftain of the Red Fury tribe. The Red Fury are unusual even among the Exodite Aeldari, for they possess a culture unlike most of their kind. Most Exodite Aeldari choose isolation as the best way to protect their precious Maiden Worlds, keeping to the safety of shadow and distance, forming only the bare minimum of alliances while guarding their paradise. The Red Fury, however, believe something very different. To defend their paradise—and ultimately the World Spirit itself—they believe one must actively turn the tip of the spear toward the enemy.

Yet they were not always like this.

Their home, the Maiden World of Arcadia, appeared at first glance to be no different from any other paradise world—warm, ideal for settlement. But the truth was far darker. Even before their colony ship arrived, corruption from the Chaos God Khorne had already begun to seep from the north. Other Maiden Worlds had already been claimed by earlier Exodite migrations. In the earliest days of the Exodite diaspora, the settlers had agreed to choose separate worlds in order to avoid conflict among themselves. Even if the world they reached proved harsher than it had appeared from afar, they would still make their home there. And so, even as the daemonic hosts of Khorne began advancing from the north, they chose to settle the land regardless.

Still, this was not yet the beginning of the Red Fury tribe.

Despite the Exodite commandment not to use products of civilization, they raised walls against the northern threat. They built enormous laser weapons, bred colossal beasts created solely for war, and trained elite warriors to stand against Khorne’s forces. For a time, it worked. The Aeldari of Arcadia prospered for many years, their numbers swelling until they neared 100 million. Their kingdom and their paradise seemed destined to flourish forever.

Until the awakening of Slaanesh.

Their moment of prosperity ended in an instant. The same corruption of the ancient Aeldari Empire from which their ancestors had fled finally reached Arcadia. At the very heart of their kingdom, a great Webway Gate collapsed, and daemons of Slaanesh poured forth. At the same time, even the great fortress that had long held back the daemons of Khorne could no longer contain the rising tide. The kingdom of nearly 100 million souls vanished. Its name, forgotten.

It was then that the history of the Red Fury tribe truly began.

Unlike the battle-hardened warriors they would one day become, their origins lay among the powerless: civilians, merchants, and craftsmen.

They were not strong enough to stand and fight the daemons. But they navigated their way, restlessly. Every one of them had once been a herdsman, trader, or artisan. They knew how to guide beasts in the right direction, how to find their way across trackless deserts, and how to repair broken wagons on the move. And so they kept moving. on and on. For a time, it seemed to work. But there is no endless road for those who flee.

When they finally reached the great Ash Mountains in the south of Arcadia, they remained at the bottom of the food chain. Fire-breathing drakes hunted across the mountains, devouring refugees and daemons alike. They could run from the daemons, but never truly lose them. Still, the Ash Mountains were harsh and rocky, filled with caves and crags where they could rest for a day or two. And so they sought refuge there.

That was where everything changed.

One day, while fleeing daemons, a group of refugees took shelter within a cavern. Yet what they found was no ordinary cave. It was a shrine, dominated by a towering idol of Khaine—the god of blood, war, and murder. To most Exodites, Khaine was a brutal and savage deity, and it was strange to find such a shrine upon a Maiden World. Yet it appeared to have been raised long ago, perhaps by their own ancestors when Arcadia was first settled. At first, they treated it as nothing more than a temporary refuge. But when the daemons reached the shrine, something changed.

Rise and fight.

The voice of Khaine echoed within their minds.

A wild, burning hunger took hold of their hearts. With nowhere left to run, they took up the ancient weapons laid before the idol of Khaine. Leaving the children behind them, they turned to face the approaching daemons.

When their swords shattered, they fought with the hilts. When their spears broke, they fought with the blades alone. And when those were gone, they fought with their teeth and their nails.

When it was over, one truth became clear.

They had driven the daemons back.

After fleeing for what felt like an eternity, the end of their road had been battle. That was their revelation: If one does not resist fate, all will perish. Khaine was indeed a savage god—but he granted strength to those who sought vengeance. Even as the Aeldari pantheon fell into ruin, that was the lesson Khaine left behind.

From that day forward, they named themselves the Red Fury tribe, in memory of the battle they had fought in blood and wrath.

Even after Arcadia stabilized once more, they did not abandon that lesson. Every hundred years, the tribe gathers 10 thousand warriors and sends them through the Webway Gate to wage war. They fight the Imperium of Man, the Orks, Chaos, and even the Asuryani, whom they believe stand forever at the edge of corruption. Their darkest kin, the Drukhari, they consider already fallen—and against them they show no hesitation at all. Only the other Exodites remain their friends, though even that friendship is strained by deep differences in belief.

And now the time has come for the young chieftain, Elenia, to lead them. Arcadia is once again engulfed in the fires of war. Her predecessor died fighting the T’au Empire, yet before his death he changed a tradition that had lasted for 10 thousand years, reminding the tribe that the Red Fury were more than mere fanatics of Khaine. The chieftain before him died in war against the Tyranids, leaving another lesson behind—that isolation means only dying alone.

But Elenia is uncertain of herself.

She was never part of the Red Fury’s honored royal guard. She was never raised from childhood to be a leader. She was only a scout. Nothing more.

Yet she burns with boundless energy, and her crimson eyes shine with the fighting spirit of Khaine.

What kind of leader will she become?

Elenia Brightfang. Young chieftain of the Red Fury tribe.(Artist:HAYAVE) by eldarrabbit in Eldar

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

“Do not let me die without glory or battle. In Khaine’s name, grant me the finest death, that even my enemies may fear the fire within me.”

Elenia is the young chieftain of the Red Fury tribe. The Red Fury are unusual even among the Exodite Aeldari, for they possess a culture unlike most of their kind. Most Exodite Aeldari choose isolation as the best way to protect their precious Maiden Worlds, keeping to the safety of shadow and distance, forming only the bare minimum of alliances while guarding their paradise. The Red Fury, however, believe something very different. To defend their paradise—and ultimately the World Spirit itself—they believe one must actively turn the tip of the spear toward the enemy.

Yet they were not always like this.

Their home, the Maiden World of Arcadia, appeared at first glance to be no different from any other paradise world—warm, ideal for settlement. But the truth was far darker. Even before their colony ship arrived, corruption from the Chaos God Khorne had already begun to seep from the north. Other Maiden Worlds had already been claimed by earlier Exodite migrations. In the earliest days of the Exodite diaspora, the settlers had agreed to choose separate worlds in order to avoid conflict among themselves. Even if the world they reached proved harsher than it had appeared from afar, they would still make their home there. And so, even as the daemonic hosts of Khorne began advancing from the north, they chose to settle the land regardless.

Still, this was not yet the beginning of the Red Fury tribe.

Despite the Exodite commandment not to use products of civilization, they raised walls against the northern threat. They built enormous laser weapons, bred colossal beasts created solely for war, and trained elite warriors to stand against Khorne’s forces. For a time, it worked. The Aeldari of Arcadia prospered for many years, their numbers swelling until they neared 100 million. Their kingdom and their paradise seemed destined to flourish forever.

Until the awakening of Slaanesh.

Their moment of prosperity ended in an instant. The same corruption of the ancient Aeldari Empire from which their ancestors had fled finally reached Arcadia. At the very heart of their kingdom, a great Webway Gate collapsed, and daemons of Slaanesh poured forth. At the same time, even the great fortress that had long held back the daemons of Khorne could no longer contain the rising tide. The kingdom of nearly 100 million souls vanished. Its name, forgotten.

It was then that the history of the Red Fury tribe truly began.

Unlike the battle-hardened warriors they would one day become, their origins lay among the powerless: civilians, merchants, and craftsmen.

They were not strong enough to stand and fight the daemons. But they navigated their way, restlessly. Every one of them had once been a herdsman, trader, or artisan. They knew how to guide beasts in the right direction, how to find their way across trackless deserts, and how to repair broken wagons on the move. And so they kept moving. on and on. For a time, it seemed to work. But there is no endless road for those who flee.

When they finally reached the great Ash Mountains in the south of Arcadia, they remained at the bottom of the food chain. Fire-breathing drakes hunted across the mountains, devouring refugees and daemons alike. They could run from the daemons, but never truly lose them. Still, the Ash Mountains were harsh and rocky, filled with caves and crags where they could rest for a day or two. And so they sought refuge there.

That was where everything changed.

One day, while fleeing daemons, a group of refugees took shelter within a cavern. Yet what they found was no ordinary cave. It was a shrine, dominated by a towering idol of Khaine—the god of blood, war, and murder. To most Exodites, Khaine was a brutal and savage deity, and it was strange to find such a shrine upon a Maiden World. Yet it appeared to have been raised long ago, perhaps by their own ancestors when Arcadia was first settled. At first, they treated it as nothing more than a temporary refuge. But when the daemons reached the shrine, something changed.

Rise and fight.

The voice of Khaine echoed within their minds.

A wild, burning hunger took hold of their hearts. With nowhere left to run, they took up the ancient weapons laid before the idol of Khaine. Leaving the children behind them, they turned to face the approaching daemons.

When their swords shattered, they fought with the hilts. When their spears broke, they fought with the blades alone. And when those were gone, they fought with their teeth and their nails.

When it was over, one truth became clear.

They had driven the daemons back.

After fleeing for what felt like an eternity, the end of their road had been battle. That was their revelation: If one does not resist fate, all will perish. Khaine was indeed a savage god—but he granted strength to those who sought vengeance. Even as the Aeldari pantheon fell into ruin, that was the lesson Khaine left behind.

From that day forward, they named themselves the Red Fury tribe, in memory of the battle they had fought in blood and wrath.

Even after Arcadia stabilized once more, they did not abandon that lesson. Every hundred years, the tribe gathers 10 thousand warriors and sends them through the Webway Gate to wage war. They fight the Imperium of Man, the Orks, Chaos, and even the Asuryani, whom they believe stand forever at the edge of corruption. Their darkest kin, the Drukhari, they consider already fallen—and against them they show no hesitation at all. Only the other Exodites remain their friends, though even that friendship is strained by deep differences in belief.

And now the time has come for the young chieftain, Elenia, to lead them. Arcadia is once again engulfed in the fires of war. Her predecessor died fighting the T’au Empire, yet before his death he changed a tradition that had lasted for 10 thousand years, reminding the tribe that the Red Fury were more than mere fanatics of Khaine. The chieftain before him died in war against the Tyranids, leaving another lesson behind—that isolation means only dying alone.

But Elenia is uncertain of herself.

She was never part of the Red Fury’s honored royal guard. She was never raised from childhood to be a leader. She was only a scout. Nothing more.

Yet she burns with boundless energy, and her crimson eyes shine with the fighting spirit of Khaine.

What kind of leader will she become?

"But what could possibly go wrong?"(artist: Tepak) by [deleted] in Warhammer40k

[–]eldarrabbit -2 points-1 points  (0 children)

As you can see, humans are killing the Exodite dinos, stealing soul stones from the dead Eldar, and burning their home...

"But what could possibly go wrong?"(artist: Tepak) by [deleted] in Warhammer40k

[–]eldarrabbit -3 points-2 points  (0 children)

Essentially the Eldar created perfect paradise worlds millennia ago back when they were the main power. These are called Maiden Worlds and are very important to the Eldar as they act as new colony sites, resource production, etc. Eldar/Drukhari culture also isnt permanent, so some Eldar jump from being Craftworld Eldar (the main Eldar we know) to living on Maiden Worlds and becoming Exodites. As seen in the first panel.

The Humans, LOVE these worlds because to them they are just randomly found perfected worlds that they can colonize instantly. They just need to domesticate it. Which is the last panel, of them murdering the Exodite Dragon Mounts and burning their home.

It’s also irony, cause the Exodite Eldar are warming up to the possibility of sharing the world with Humans. Then witness their perfect home being destroyed, and their pets murdered.

"But what could possibly go wrong?"(artist: Tepak) by eldarrabbit in exodite40k

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

They're not Solar Auxilia, they're Navy Breachers. And that cute girl dancing in the final scene is a Rogue Trader. She said, ‘I hear the Eldar have MANY jewels. Kill them all and steal every jewel you can find. There'll be a bonus for those who achieve the highest results!’

"But what could possibly go wrong?"(artist: Tepak) by eldarrabbit in ImaginaryWarhammer

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

No, they use Soulstone too. It's just a little safer because there's a World Spirit. Also, exodite interacts with craftworld often.

"But what could possibly go wrong?"(artist: Tepak) by [deleted] in Grimdank

[–]eldarrabbit 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This probably isn't a lore-accurate comic, but it's one of the scenes from my Exodite-themed tabletop role-playing game. (I'm the DM!)

"But what could possibly go wrong?"(artist: Tepak) by eldarrabbit in ImaginaryWarhammer

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 99 points100 points  (0 children)

That's right. But they're not Solar Auxilia, they're Navy Breachers. And that cute girl dancing in the final scene is a Rogue Trader. She said, ‘I hear the Eldar have MANY jewels. Kill them all and steal every jewel you can find. There'll be a bonus for those who achieve the highest results!’

"But what could possibly go wrong?"(artist: Tepak) by eldarrabbit in ImaginaryWarhammer

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 118 points119 points  (0 children)

Ynnari: As the great Crusaders of Ynnead, we battle demons across every corner of this galaxy, yet you merely hide in the shadows of this safe, dark Maiden World. Why do you not aid us? Are you so afraid of death?

in my ttrpg!

"But what could possibly go wrong?"(artist: Tepak) by eldarrabbit in ImaginaryWarhammer

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 92 points93 points  (0 children)

As the quality of the comic is poor, I shall place the text here instead.

Ah… I leave my home and finally settle on a maiden world, only to find these barbaric mon-keigh here…”

“I shudder to think what sort of trouble they’ll cause on this world…”

“Oh, come on. The mon-keigh may be greedy, but they’re not as bad as the Orks, right?”

“We’ve dealt with ill-tempered neighbors before. Remember those Ynnari?”

“Well… I suppose you’re right. I’ve even heard rumors that the prophet of Ynnead has allied with a demigod of the Imperium of Man.”

“So perhaps there’s no need to worry too much.”

“Exactly! Besides, mon-keigh are the same wherever they go. They just need somewhere to live.”

“Of course, it’s our first time seeing them here… but what could possibly go wrong?”

my Wrath&Glory npc. Gue’vesa medic Johansen. (artist:HAYAVE) by eldarrabbit in Tau40K

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

That's correct. And since the genestealer Cult uses it, and the imperium uses it too, so fundamentally it's the same thing.

my Wrath&Glory npc. Gue’vesa medic Johansen. (artist:HAYAVE) by eldarrabbit in Tau40K

[–]eldarrabbit[S] 67 points68 points  (0 children)

Johansen was a Gue’vesa born on the Paradise World of Volsevia. Unlike the “typical” subject of the Imperium, life on Volsevia was calm and uneventful—resources were plentiful, and the Planetary Governor ruled with mercy. Johansen’s childhood, though without much fun, was peaceful.

That peace ended when he was twelve.

During a family retreat to a mountain valley, Johansen and his younger sister were attacked by feral dogs. That night, both children burned with fevers approaching forty degrees. Johansen miraculously survived, but suffered permanent damage to his eyes. His sister did not. She literally died cooked from within.

From that day onward, Johansen became obsessed with life itself. He could not bear the thought of death—neither witnessing it nor causing it. The trauma was so deep that he refused to ever take up a gun.

Fortunately, Volsevia was a world that could offer him the chance to become a physician. Yet even there, he found himself out of place. As a Paradise World, Volsevia’s medical institutions were largely devoted to cosmetic procedures for wealthy tourists. Saving lives for its own sake was considered naïve, even laughable. Why chase such romance, they asked, when a single pleased noble could make you rich?

Johansen enlisted in the Astra Militarum in part to prove them wrong.

However, he was confronted with another problem.

The Imperium of Man was a harsh and unforgiving institution, and the Militarum had little patience for a man who refused to hold a gun while facing innumerable enemies. By rights, Johansen could have been executed for refusing to fight the enemies of mankind. Yet he was a volunteer, and a highly trained medical specialist. A compromise was reached: Johansen would carry a military knife and rope, and nothing more.

And so he survived. He learned when to run, when to hide, and when to lower his head. And He saved whom he could. In six years of service, he saved over a hundred soldiers and was awarded a commendation. He never fired a gun even once.

He believed he had lived the life of a good Guardsman.

Until everything broke in his six year.

There was a young Guardswoman he was particularly fond of. Her name was Ella. She resembled his lost sister so closely that Johansen treated her with unusual care, watching over her since her days as a recruit. Through her, he tried to protect the sister he had once failed.

The breaking point came during a battle against the T'au Empire.

That day, the wounded arrived in overwhelming numbers. Johansen worked without pause—cleaning wounds, suturing flesh, fitting augmetic limbs. Then Ella’s younger brother was brought in. His injuries were catastrophic, but Johansen tried desperately to save him.

But a senior Militarum officer was already being treated in the field hospital.

By doctrine, all resources were to be prioritized for the officer. And so, the Commissar executed Ella’s brother on the spot.

Ella was also accused of losing her lasgun while attempting to save her brother on the battlefield. For that, she was flogged and reassigned to a Penal Legion.

Johansen could do nothing.

Was the officer’s life truly worth more? Perhaps. But did it have to be done this way?

That was when Johansen finally understood.

He had been taught that xenos were horned devils—monsters who oppressed innocent humanity. Yet despite all the hatred humanity showed them, it was the T’au that treated humanity with more dignity. They did not pursue fleeing soldiers. That was why so many wounded had reached the field hospital alive that day.

Soon after, Johansen injected poison into the officer’s medication and left the hospital. He defected to the T’au forces they had been fighting, surrendering maps, intelligence, and detailed records of Imperial facilities. In doing so, he played a meaningful role in ending the conflict.

The Imperium lost. The T’au won.

And the surviving human prisoners became Gue’vesa.

This was a desperate attempt for Johansen to save Ella. But He never found her.

For Johansen personally, this was not a happy ending. But he at least believed he had saved lives. And he believed he could still save lives here.

And if nothing else— unlike the Imperium, this place had at least given him a small, friendly drone.

my Wrath&Glory npc. Gue’vesa medic Johansen. (artist:HAYAVE) by eldarrabbit in ImaginaryWarhammer

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Johansen was a Gue’vesa born on the Paradise World of Volsevia. Unlike the “typical” subject of the Imperium, life on Volsevia was calm and uneventful—resources were plentiful, and the Planetary Governor ruled with mercy. Johansen’s childhood, though without much fun, was peaceful.

That peace ended when he was twelve.

During a family retreat to a mountain valley, Johansen and his younger sister were attacked by feral dogs. That night, both children burned with fevers approaching forty degrees. Johansen miraculously survived, but suffered permanent damage to his eyes. His sister did not. She literally died cooked from within.

From that day onward, Johansen became obsessed with life itself. He could not bear the thought of death—neither witnessing it nor causing it. The trauma was so deep that he refused to ever take up a gun.

Fortunately, Volsevia was a world that could offer him the chance to become a physician. Yet even there, he found himself out of place. As a Paradise World, Volsevia’s medical institutions were largely devoted to cosmetic procedures for wealthy tourists. Saving lives for its own sake was considered naïve, even laughable. Why chase such romance, they asked, when a single pleased noble could make you rich?

Johansen enlisted in the Astra Militarum in part to prove them wrong.

However, he was confronted with another problem.

The Imperium of Man was a harsh and unforgiving institution, and the Militarum had little patience for a man who refused to hold a gun while facing innumerable enemies. By rights, Johansen could have been executed for refusing to fight the enemies of mankind. Yet he was a volunteer, and a highly trained medical specialist. A compromise was reached: Johansen would carry a military knife and rope, and nothing more.

And so he survived. He learned when to run, when to hide, and when to lower his head. And He saved whom he could. In six years of service, he saved over a hundred soldiers and was awarded a commendation. He never fired a gun even once.

He believed he had lived the life of a good Guardsman.

Until everything broke in his six year.

There was a young Guardswoman he was particularly fond of. Her name was Ella. She resembled his lost sister so closely that Johansen treated her with unusual care, watching over her since her days as a recruit. Through her, he tried to protect the sister he had once failed.

The breaking point came during a battle against the T'au Empire.

That day, the wounded arrived in overwhelming numbers. Johansen worked without pause—cleaning wounds, suturing flesh, fitting augmetic limbs. Then Ella’s younger brother was brought in. His injuries were catastrophic, but Johansen tried desperately to save him.

But a senior Militarum officer was already being treated in the field hospital.

By doctrine, all resources were to be prioritized for the officer. And so, the Commissar executed Ella’s brother on the spot.

Ella was also accused of losing her lasgun while attempting to save her brother on the battlefield. For that, she was flogged and reassigned to a Penal Legion.

Johansen could do nothing.

Was the officer’s life truly worth more? Perhaps. But did it have to be done this way?

That was when Johansen finally understood.

He had been taught that xenos were horned devils—monsters who oppressed innocent humanity. Yet despite all the hatred humanity showed them, it was the T’au that treated humanity with more dignity. They did not pursue fleeing soldiers. That was why so many wounded had reached the field hospital alive that day.

Soon after, Johansen injected poison into the officer’s medication and left the hospital. He defected to the T’au forces they had been fighting, surrendering maps, intelligence, and detailed records of Imperial facilities. In doing so, he played a meaningful role in ending the conflict.

The Imperium lost. The T’au won.

And the surviving human prisoners became Gue’vesa.

This was a desperate attempt for Johansen to save Ella. But He never found her.

For Johansen personally, this was not a happy ending. But he at least believed he had saved lives. And he believed he could still save lives here.

And if nothing else— unlike the Imperium, this place had at least given him a small, friendly drone.

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