The Book Nook Troupe

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secondly how is he bypassing all the fans and presumably other machinery associated with life support with out making a ruckus?

Hello! :D Allow me to introduce you to my homebrew chapter, the Wings of Dawn! The wings are comprised of these lovely Astartes, all from pure Emperor's Children geneseeds from the Great Crusade :

What does "Huskborn" mean? Well you see, their original ship (the Wing of Dawn, later known as the Husk) ended up stranded in the warp right after the Cheraut Crusade. They had to survive in extremely hard and actively degrading conditions, all while trying to keep their numbers up to keep defending the slowly dwindling human population on board. Of the original marines, only Morgen and Aurazur remain, the others were all born in the Husk, in the warp. Fortunately, they were rescued! :D By a rogue Trader named Grigori Cian Arkanekh and his companion, the Lord Inquisitor Phillip March of the Ordo Xenos. They assessed that the Wings were loyal and after a meeting with the Imperial Family, they were allowed to start working on making their own chapter!

“Where did this injury come from?”

“Meat hooks.”

“…Ok and this one?”

“Vivisection.”

“And this one????”

“Femur breaking machine.”

“Femur breaking *what*?”

(not a single thing is to scale in this drawing. XD Anyways!)

And with that we have reached the official end of Taryn's story! :D Thank you everyone for having enjoyed my silly little psyker and his shenanigans for almost 2 years! We started in august 2024, and have now reached the end in may of 2026! Two years of comics, writing, asks and more, this collaborative storytelling has been a blast! :D We are going to move on to the Wings of Dawn now, but don't worry, the Titan's Requiem will never be far, we will see everybody again! ;D

Instant adoption.

What happens after is purely depending on wether the Night Haunter is already fucked up or not. If not, he should grow up fine, because Coal is the definition of what a Night Lord should have been (aka not a full on psycho addicted to lawlessness)

Instant adoption.

What happens after is purely depending on wether the Night Haunter is already fucked up or not. If not, he should grow up fine, because Coal is the definition of what a Night Lord should have been (aka not a full on psycho addicted to lawlessness)

*throws a box onto the ship for Coal to find* If he looks inside, there’s the severed head of his Primarch inside.

Father. I was not here when the Legion fell, nor did I see you turn our home into dust. I was not here to stop the corruption from within, I have failed you. I learned of what transpired after Cherault from the modern archives, and Father you would have hated what I read. I have witnessed the Emperor's work, and how perverted it became. Yet we face many enemies, new and old, yet worlds still rebel, and your teachings ring forever true, as they all seem to have forgotten what retribution the Night Haunter brings. I shall preserve your head, Father, as a relic of a time long gone and a grim reminder that none can escape their fate. In time, I shall find your armaments too.

The Astartes looks into the dark corner where the box fell from.

I have so many questions. First. It has been ten thousand years! How is it conserved that well? Second, why would you? You must be painfully aware what this means, correct?

He holds up the box with reverence, and still adressing whomever it may concern, calmly resumes.

I was gonna say vents but it’s scary in there

Selemineus Calgar, mother of the ultaryn marines

- From Lequin <3

Beautiful and wonderful. I shall cherish it for ever and ever UvU