#nodens

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Nodens: one of those "black coffee only" guys, does the crossword, would hate mondays (and tuesdays and wednesdays and thursdays etc)

Hastur: bitch, terribly pretentious, would haunt every theater he could find

Very late I know, I was busy because I have to move out

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As promised, there is the post about my first Primarch Oc. That post will be about his appearance with some little sketches and his lore. I'll make later another post about his Legion, I'm still working on it to make sure it coherent, and about my boy capacities.

The Primarch

Name: Nodiancecht

Nickname: Nodens

Occupations: Healer, negotiator and sorcerer (psyker)

Title: La Blanca unicòrn

Legion name: [Redacted]

Appearance

Before his “death”

Skin: bronze

Hair: long, straight, dark brown hair with auburn highlights

Eyes: golden sclera and lavender-purple pupils

On his forehead is a long, silvery-white horn, the tip of which is a gradient of red, twisted and undulating.

From the waist down, his legs are those of a horse, covered in silvery-white fur that fades from red to black, ending in golden split hooves; behind him, a long, slender tail flows, ending in long hairs with the same gradient from red to black.

Two large white ears stand upright on top of his head, and on his back, small green moss grows, remaining green or not depending on his emotions.

In his ‘human’ form, he resembles a miniature version of the Emperor, a fact that earns him both the love and the hatred of some of his brothers. The only thing that distinguishes him from the Emperor is the presence of a four-pointed star on his forehead, where his horn would be.

After his “death”

His once-brown hair now ranges in colour from black through red to silvery white; he now has four eyes, each a brilliant blood-red, with pupils that remain lavender-purple.

A large scar, interspersed with burn marks, now runs across his chest, starting at his left shoulder and ending on his right side.

His horn, which had been broken by the emperor, has grown back, now more massive, red and black, taking on the appearance of a thick branch that curves over and then behind his head, with golden veins running through it, marking the places where it was broken. Red marks radiating from the horn criss-cross his face like roots.

The lower half of his body has become that of a horse; his coat is the same as before, but instead of having four legs, he now has six, enabling him to run on land, through the air, across the sea, and even through the Warp at times, though he uses this ability only rarely due to the danger involved and the energy it requires.

On his back, the moss has died and fallen away; it no longer grows, such is the immense grief and anger living within him (which grieves his poor mothers).

Demonic Form

Although he can also take the form of a centaur in his demonic form, Nodiancecht most often takes the form of a gigantic, six-legged black unicorn, his coat as black as night. From his body—in place of his mane, tail and feathers—terrifying black flames with dark red centres burst forth, burning those brave enough to approach him.

His eyes are now completely red, glowing like those of a Dullahan.

And his horn now resembles a small dead tree growing from his forehead.

The sketches:

I'll make more good and better and finished fanarts of him later, for the moment I offer those sketches:

Lore:

Once upon a time, on a planet whose name has been lost to memory, well hidden beyond the borders of the known world—where Chaos tries in vain to infiltrate it—two women prayed to the Skies' spirits to grant them the chance to have a child of their own. Then one day, falling from the sky in a column of blackened fire, a pod landed not far from their home, and inside, a child slept peacefully inside despite the chaotic landing. The two women, believing this to be the answer to their prayers, adopted the child to raise it as their own. The child bore no resemblance to his mother, whose forehead was adorned with a long, twisted white horn and whose legs were like those of a horse, nor to his máthair, with her cow-like ears and tail and a back covered in branches. Then one day, after a strange pink glow had streaked across the night sky—which her mothers called ‘the great procession of the benevolent skyes' spirits’—a white horn began to grow on his forehead; then his ears and legs began to change too, and moss began to cover his back. It was said that the spirits endowed the young with a new appearance, enabling them to survive on this planet. Following in his máthair’s footsteps, the child trained in the arts of medicine and magic, devoting himself to helping people by promoting peace and harmony, whilst not neglecting the arts of self-defence, knowing full well that not all conflicts could be resolved peacefully.

The years passed, and the child grew into a young man. He was given the name Nodiancecht, ‘he who heals ailments and spirits’, a healer held in high regard by many.Then one day, a golden star appeared in the sky, shining ever brighter with each passing day before it broke free from the heavens and came to rest upon the planet’s surface. Intrigued, everyone came to see it. Then it opened, and a radiant man—like a sun that had taken human form—emerged, followed by a creature of golden metal. This man, who bore a striking resemblance to Nodiancecht – the same hair, the same skin colour, the same eyes – introduced himself as the Emperor of Humanity and said he had come to seek out his son: Nodiancecht. The sun-man asked him to follow him, to become one of his generals in his crusade to unite humanity. Nodiancecht refused; his place was not at the head of an army, for he did not like to fight but preferred to heal. So the Emperor promised him that he could put his gifts to use to save and heal as many people as possible. Then, urged on by his mothers, Nodiancecht finally agreed and set off with the man who claimed to be his father.

Once aboard the immense ship, his Father made him promise never to speak of Chaos to anyone, not even to those who would become his brothers and children. Nodiancecht agreed, knowing full well what Chaos and the Dark Gods were capable of; the latter regularly attacked his planet and tempted him, though they never succeeded. It was only natural not to speak of it. He also ordered him to change his appearance, to hide his long, curving horn, his horse-like legs, his long, flowing tail and his shaggy back.

But, as the decades passed, doubts about the truth behind this unification of humanity began to surface in Nodiancecht’s mind. He discovered that none of his so-called brothers were aware of the existence of Chaos, contrary to what his Father had told him, but also that the humanity which he, his sons, his brothers and their sons were supposed to save was nothing more than a humanity made up of strange humans, without claws, wings, horns or scales. ‘Unmutated’ humans, as they called themselves. Humans who took it upon themselves to mistreat, look down upon and kill those they called ‘abhumans’ – humans too, but whose physical appearances did not match their own. Saddened by their plight, Nodiancecht welcomed into his ranks those abhumans willing to fight for a better world, and sent those seeking a better life back to his homeworld, where they would be accepted without being judged for something beyond their control. Nor did he approve of the systematic slaughter of humans or Xenos – the former for refusing to submit to the Imperium of Mankind, and the latter simply for existing.

Nodiancecht began to keep his distance, observing everything in secret and noting down anything that struck him as strange. But what he truly doubted was his Father himself; he found it strange that his Father would allow his brother Sanguinius to display his angelic mutations to everyone, whilst he himself had to hide; his strange behaviour, but also that peculiar sensation of sensing the influence of Chaos growing ever stronger each time he saw him, as well as on some of his brothers. One day he decided to go and speak to his Father about it, refusing to continue taking part in a war he no longer approved of, but also to ask for an explanation regarding the presence of Chaos, which was so despised. The Custodes, his true children—the Primarchs being so in name only—prevented him from reaching his Father, refusing to tell him where he might be found; but they did not know him well enough—he who had concealed his true nature and the extent of his magical talents, which he had used only with his brother Magnus. Using his magic, he found his Father where he was hiding, discovering him busy with a Webway Gate of his own creation. The two began to argue, with Nodiancecht demanding answers to his doubts and expressing his refusal to take part once again in this pointless war, whilst his father refused to respond, growing increasingly angry that one of his sons—not one of his pawns—dared to question his plans for conquest, his vision and his creations.

The two came to blows, but in a fight that was one-sided from the very start, Nodiancecht didn’t stand a chance. With a single stroke of his flaming sword, his Father—no, the Emperor—sliced his torso almost in two, shattering his beautiful horn into several pieces. The Emperor, thinking he had killed his son, grabbed the corpse and hurled it into the Webway Gate without checking whether his child was indeed dead, confident in his victory, before erasing all memory of his son's existence from everyone’s minds.

Nevertheless, Nodiancecht was not dead, though he was close to it; his mutilated body was floating in a place he did not recognise. Then a disembodied voice roused him. He hadn’t realised he’d lost consciousness. His body ached; a deafening pain in his head made him want to vomit, and his chest was burning.

- “I can heal your pain, little unicorn. I can also give you the power to take revenge on the one who hurt you.”

- “Why would I agree to such a pact, Demon?”

- “Because you have no other choice. Otherwise, you’ll remain trapped here, unable to do anything—but above all, unable to save your planet, your sons, and all those you’ve saved who’ve chosen to follow you.”

- “...”

- “They will all die, destroyed by your own brothers. And it will be your fault.”

Nodiancecht did not want to listen to the demon, but the demon was right; he now knew that the Emperor would have no qualms about destroying innocent lives if it jeopardised his selfish plans. So he accepted the pact; the demon materialised before him, his hand outstretched to grasp Nodiancecht’s. However, the deceiver was deceived. Nodiancecht attacked the demon the moment his hand was in the demon’s, tearing out his throat with his teeth before sucking in his essence, which mingled with what remained of his own, effectively making him stronger. Now he could save his own kind, rescuing his sons and his legion by taking them straight to his homeworld to keep them safe; he then concealed his planet behind a veil, making it vanish to protect it.

The only time he was seen again was during the Siege of Terra, when the demons invaded Terra following Magnus’s blunder, taking the form of a gigantic black-fire unicorn, promising the Emperor that he would have his revenge one day, before disappearing.

[...]

Quoi qu'il arrive, je reviendrai

Les tempes grises, la tête haute

Vos cerveaux lavés du souvenir

De mes impardonnables fautes

De mes cendres, je renaîtrai

Je serai le phénix de ces hôtes

Quoi qu'il arrive, je reviendrai

A marée haute

[...]

Marée Haute, Matmatah, 2017

Translation:

[...]

No matter what happens, I shall return

With grey temples, head held high

Your minds cleansed of the memory

Of my unforgivable faults

From my ashes, I shall be reborn

I will be the phoenix of these hosts

No matter what happens, I shall return

At high tide

[...]

The song, I just used the refrain, the rest of the song is about something else but I find it very pleasant to listen to

Its interesting that the king in Irish Mythology, Nuada, lost his hand in battle and had it replaced with a silver hand.

Its very interesting that Niflheim, as an abode of the afterlife, is translated as "Home of the Mist".

Its very interesting, in a lot of Roman and Greek mythology, there was this general fear of naming a god of the dead or a chthonic god.

... Its interesting how Tyr is ultimately nameless (Tyr is just a name for god in norse) and whom lost his hand but it was never replaced.

Its interesting that he's a god of victory, which means not being slain in battle so not slated for Valhalla... But for Niflheim.

And how most of the surivving mythologies of Norse, came out of Rome and the later-day Christians (Who would definitely place any underworld as a bad thing).