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Summary: A routine medbay intervention turns into a hard lesson when Thressl’s instinctive compassion nearly worsens a psy-fracture, forcing him to confront the difference between healing through warmth and healing through restraint under Amonhep’s exacting gaze.
Warning: LMK if I need to add anything else. Medical trauma and emergency care, psychological distress and guilt, Psyker-related harm and Warp exposure, Power imbalance in mentorship, Emotional confrontation and self-blame.
Not infected — not yet — but strained. Thressl felt it the moment he stepped through the doors: a thin, metallic tang beneath the antiseptic, like overheated circuitry or burned copper. Psy-wound. Fresh.
“Station three,” Cedric said briskly. “You assist. Observe first.”
Thressl nodded, already moving. His armor was mag-locked open at the chest, vambraces stripped away so his hands were bare. He flexed his fingers as he approached the gurney, instinct rising like breath.
The patient was a Primaris from the Iron Hands. Pale. Too still. Auspex readings jittered — vitals stable, soul-state very much not.
Warp echo.
Thressl swallowed. “He’s fractured,” he murmured. “Not bleeding. Not possessed. Just… split.”
Cedric glanced at him. “Proceed.”
Thressl placed two fingers against the marine’s temple, the way he’d been taught on Fenris. Not to force — to invite. To ground through presence, through shared heat, through embodied will.
“Easy,” Thressl murmured, voice low and steady. “You’re still here. Breathe. Feel the weight of your body. Feel me.”
He reached — carefully, he thought — wrapping the patient’s scattered essence in something warm and familiar. Pack-presence. Anchor. The reaction was immediate. The Iron Hand convulsed, back arching violently. Alarms screamed as readings spiked.
“You didn’t listen,” came a calm voice from behind him.
The temperature shifted. Amonhep Rhan stepped into the triage space, helm clipped at his belt, eyes already assessing the patient. He did not rush. He did not raise his voice.
“He is not lost,” Amonhep said, lifting one hand. “But you are drowning him.”
Thressl bristled. “I was stabilizing—”
“You were embracing,” Amonhep corrected. “This soul is fragmented. It cannot tolerate intimacy.”
He moved closer to the gurney, fingers hovering just above the patient’s brow. The Warp responded — not with sound or color, but with alignment. The alarms softened. The convulsions slowed.
Amonhep spoke evenly, not to the patient, but to the fracture itself. No name. No invocation.
“Be still.”
The patient’s breathing evened.
Thressl stared.
“You see?” Amonhep said quietly, not looking at him. “You bring warmth where structure is required.”
“That’s how we keep them alive,” Thressl shot back. “We remind them who they are.”
“And in doing so,” Amonhep said, “you reminded him of everything he is not.”
The words landed like a blade between ribs. He steps back a little and he wants to growl- to bear his fangs- to bristle. But- Amonhep was able to do what he was not. He clenches his fists and looks away for a moment. He can do the normal apothecary work of flesh, bone, illness of the body. It’s that of the mind- for the Chaplains to work- and of the Soul that he’s still learning much to handle.
Cedric cleared his throat. “Status?”
“Stabilizing,” Amonhep replied. “He will recover, with monitoring.”
Cedric nodded once and stepped back, giving them space.
Thressl’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “You didn’t have to undermine me in front of him.”
Amonhep finally turned. His expression was unreadable — not cold, not kind. Exact.
“I did not undermine you,” he said. “I prevented harm.”
Thressl opened his mouth, then closed it. The headache stirred faintly behind his eyes, a warning.
“You felt him resist,” Amonhep continued. “You felt the recoil. Why did you not stop?”
Thressl swallowed. “Because… because stopping feels like abandoning.”
Silence.
Amonhep regarded him for a long moment, something old and heavy flickering behind his gaze. There was something like understanding in his eyes. Ah- this youngster had the curse of the Apothecaries well- he cares. Something that he will need to nurture- to keep, but also make sure not wound himself with.
“Not all souls want to be held,” he said at last. “Some need distance to remember themselves.”
Thressl looked back at the patient — now calm, breathing steadily. Alive.
His shoulders sagged a fraction.
“…I made it worse,” he said.
“Yes,” Amonhep replied. No softness. No cruelty. Just truth.
Thressl expected more. Reprimand. Doctrine. Condemnation.
Instead, Amonhep added, “You also recognized the fracture correctly. That is not nothing.”
Thressl blinked.
“You are not incompetent,” Amonhep said. “You are loud. Volume has its uses. This was not one of them.”
Thressl huffed a bitter laugh. “You make it sound so simple.”
“It is not,” Amonhep said. “If it was- then there would be far more Psy-apothecaries among those the Warp touches.”
The words slipped out before either of them could stop them.
The medbay seemed to hold its breath.
Amonhep straightened, composure snapping back into place like a sealed vault. “You are dismissed,” he said. “Return to observation duties.”
Thressl hesitated. Then nodded once and stepped away, jaw tight, chest aching with something that wasn’t pain.
As he reached the door, Amonhep spoke again — quieter this time.
“Rune Priest.”
Thressl turned.
“You do not lack compassion,” Amonhep said. “You lack restraint. That can be taught. If you stay.”
Thressl met his gaze. For once, he didn’t bare his teeth.
“…I’ll stay,” he said.
Amonhep inclined his head.
When Thressl left, the medbay returned to its rhythm — machines humming, life continuing. Amonhep remained by the gurney a moment longer, hand hovering where the fracture had been.
‘Too familiar,’ he thought.
Then he stepped back, already preparing for the next lesson — and the cost it would demand of them both.
Lately I really got into harvesting living flesh and blood, I love making living weapons. Mmm yummy bone marrow and tendons, blood and blood and blood and flesh that consumes. Flesh of the living flesh. Form of the accursed flesh. Primordial orifice secreting gastric bile.
My sister recently added the biomancy mod to our survival world. I've nver heard of it before, don't know what I'm doing with it other than following the list of achievements and listening to my sister's advice. With the way I've been playing with it, I've got the temptation to write something with this premise
Could you imagine your friend suddenly begins to grow cagey, won't let anyone over to the house, complains frequently about rising meat costs to the extent that it sounds like they're visiting the butchers' every other day. And one day you can't get a hold of them, so you stop by their house, finding the front door unlocked– and you find them sitting on the kitchen floor cradling this fleshly abomination, feeding it as though it were a child
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In Commoragh there is some dialog that confuses me and I hope you can help me make sense of it.
So when we encounter Heinrix in his torturing device, we notice that he his blind:
After he is freed, he remains blind for a short time and adds that he can't sense his body:
He then explains, that this is based on a basic impulse of him being a biomancer and being able to "distance (him)self from the sensation of pain".
So - how can he distance himself from the pain but still feel pain?
We know he was screaming from banter with Idira and we know that without pain he wouldn't be of interest for the Drukhari.
-> I suppose it means he is able to distance himself to some extent from the pain? Not completely because he was still experiencing pain but otherwise he wouldn't have been able to endure it?
Another point is his power to "boil" - I know there is an official "Blood Boil" power but it has little to do with actual boilling:
Biomancy - Warhammer 40k - Lexicanum
I don't know if Owlcat was taking the name of the power literally, because when Heinrix talks about it (or uses it against you), it sounds more like actual incineration, as if Heinrix was a pyromancer:
I suppose, with bio-lightning available as power and seeing that biomancers can affect bodies, he might use electrical charges created inside of bodies to achieve this kind of effect... or he just calls it boiling but it is not really boiling like we would assume but "just" the blood boil effect as described in the rule work ("AS IF the blood in your veins had been instantly brought to a boil.")
