#40kholidayweek

Some quick and dirty for @40kartweek‘s Holiday Week Day 1: Family, @techpriestess and @inquisitorradcliffe sharing in a little holiday spirit.

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Its time for another Warhammer 40k Community art week! Lets get that Holiday Spirit going!

Rules: The only rule is that posts be related to holidays. Art, writing, miniatures, photography, playlists or original music is all welcome! Show us how creative you all are. You don’t even have to follow the prompts- they’re just there to give inspiration and open to interpretation. Feel free to reblog old work too!

Tag your work with #40kArtWeek or #40kHolidayWeek or submit it as you wish! I will be tracking both tags and reblogging all entries here.

Themes:

Monday, December 16th - Family/Found Family Tuesday, December 17th - Gift Giving Wednesday, December 18th - Music Thursday, December 19th - Traditions Friday, December 20th - Food Saturday, December 21st - Story Telling Sunday, December 22nd - Games

The weapon glinted in the dim light of Branwen’s quarters, ruddy gold marred by ten thousand years of wear and tear. Blood had clotted and dried in the recesses of the stylized wing patterns engraved down the sheath, causing the metal to appear more a copper-bronze than it should have been. All the same, Branwen knew exactly what the piece was - it was why she’d snatched it away from the Daemon Princess that had nearly taken her life.

A Misericordia.

Branwen had seen enough of them during her time among the Legio Custodes, on Terra. They were less combat knives and more badges of office, each one unique to its owner. That it had been claimed as a trophy... The Shadow-Captain could only imagine the rage and sorrow one of the Ten Thousand would have felt.

Hopefully there was a chance now to put that right.

Running a hand over the stylized double-eagle headed pommel, she began to type away on a dataslate.

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Lady Arturia,

I hope that my words find you well, my love. Would that we could meet in person, but the campaign in the Invicta Sector has been demanding to say the least. Perhaps you could put in a good word to Lord Guilliman about granting us leave for Sanguinala. Completely for unselfish reasons, I promise.

While distance may prevent me from sending you the usual trinkets, shaped from bolt casings or from the lower deck-markets of a starship, I believe that what I found is significant enough to send to you. I do not know who it belonged to, only that it is important that it is returned to its rightful place - among those of the Legio.

I do hope it does not cause you too much grief, my Eagle. Were it in my power,  I would be there to comfort you.

Know that I love you, Arturia. Knowing that you are waiting for me to return has tempered my nature some - though Ashes may disagree rather emphatically. Please give Myrina a hug for me. Maybe Constantin too, but only if he’s behaving.

Your Raven, Branwen

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With a series of buzzing reports, the slate ejected a length of parchment printed with her message. She deposited it within a sealed tube, placing it alongside the lined box that the Misericordia rested within.

“Do we have a transport bound for the Throneworld?”

Her vox crackled with a response a moment later. “Aye, Captain. Navy’s sending a squadron of Frigates to make contact with reinforcements from the Sol battlefleet.”

“Get a pilot onboard. I’ve a priority message for Custodian Blackhawk, eyes only.”

(Drabble for @40kartweek - for the ‘Gift’ prompt. Loosely based on tabletop events from last week - once Branwen got out of the Apothecarion for trying to fight a Daemon Prince. XD)