#praybeforewefall

“How can you not be offended?” Lucius hissed as they waited for the Raven Guard to arrive.

“It is as the Warmaster wishes and Lord Fulgrim commands,” Saul pointed out, wondering why he inevitably needed to explain so much to his companion. It wasn’t as if their current objective had been achieved by any means, after all. 

Rather, the people of Argos V remained firm in their zealous worship of the Many Eyes. A creature whose likeness was ever-present in the form of statues, stained glass, and altars. It was a gangly, pale thing, covered in eyes, the largest of which were on the palms of its hands. 

It saw everything, passing this insight onto the true and devout. Nonsense as far as Tarvitz could tell. There seemed to be four or five leaders serving the beast’s interest or, more precisely, their own through the gullibility and superstition of their fellows.

“Let us hope they don’t make matters worse,” Lucius muttered. He seemed disappointed as always that Saul remained so calm in the face of change. 

“Strive for some positivity,” Saul agreed. His eyes wandered over the line of his men, all of whom were coming to attention as Shadowhawks descended. “Instead let us hope to make battle-brothers through this joint venture.” 

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“Some of them have taken quite the liking to consuming high amounts of this ‘fruit juice’.” Khakir chuckled softly at the term, and nodded in agreement. He didn’t much like it either, and had only drank a glass or two simply out of 'request’. This was a boring duty, and he wondered just how their Primarch was doing, how he was holding his own having to entertain such an amount of people who currently had their heads stuck in their wine glasses. It was obnoxious.

The Captain found himself nodding to his fellow Astartes’ comment about war. Maybe if there was a table that reserve a game of Regicide, he would have stuck around there, but sadly there was nothing to entertain himself and he was stuck in the loop of dancing, fake laughing, and deciding not to drink anything but water because the wine was so…Bland.

“A dress?” He raised a brow, and there was almost an amused expression on his lips. “Oh boy, that would be a sight. A sword and a dress. Did they offer heels to? Surely they must be joking. We’re too pale for such things, Fulgrim’s sons might look good in a dress though, but I think the Raven Guard’s style is more of suits if you ask me. Even if the ties are practically choking half of us…”

“An evening gown, heels and all.” Branwen confirmed, her smile growing. “And they tried to make me leave the sword behind entirely!”

She scoffed, and drained the rest of her glass with a shake of her head.

“I told them that if a dress uniform was good enough for any other Raven Guard, that it would be good enough for me. That ‘I am an Astartes warrior, not some nobleman’s daughter to be auctioned off to some suitor and that if they were truly committed to making me wear the damned dress they were welcome to try.’ My uniform showed up rather quickly after that.”

Branwen let her eyes rove over the crowd once again, picking out familiar faces. Strike-Lieutenant Nomax was in animated conversation with a knot of naval officers near one of the many drink stations, doubtlessly on some subject related to void warfare. She also spotted First Shade Alis, who had apparently been far less opposed to the offer of a dress than the Shadow Captain. She wasn’t doing a half-bad job of it, either, earning glances from Astartes and Mortal alike.

“It’s unfortunate that they only invited officers to this.” She remarked, looking back to Khakir. “Having some of the line marines and veterans here would liven things up - the drinks would definitely be better.”

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The Chaplain was ducking behind some mostly ruined cover when he sent out the call, requesting for aid as he had run out of munitions, and now was not the most opportune time for melee combat. The click over the squad vox caught his attention along with the blip on his HUD, and he braced himself for the swift arrival of his teammate. Catching the magazine that was tossed to him as the psychic barrier was put up, he ejected the empty mag from his pistol and efficiently replaced it. Once reloaded he easily read the hand signals flashed at him by his partner and he nodded.

“Go in for melee, I’ll cover you,” it was a confirmation that he understood. His aim was fine enough, even with a pistol, he could effectively lay down suppressing fire. Or at least rid the ones who seemed to cause the most trouble as the other advanced, it would allow him to move up further as well.

Zalman nodded at Khakir’s words and flashed him a quick thumbs-up in reply. A moment later the kine barrier dropped and Zalman launched himself out from behind the rubble with a roar of his jump pack. He didn’t go high though, instead skimming just above the ground as he rocketed towards the enemy line, a fresh kine shield glimmering golden around him as he charged. 

[ OC outfit doodles ]

👑 OC dressed as royalty

//I need context

((Oh god, longer than I want to admit. I refuse to give an exact date. First and foremost, it was normalzied because my bro was big into DnD and kept the sourcebooks everywhere. I also really came to love RPG’s, my first experiences with them probably being trash Warcraft 3 Life of a Peasant maps on the custom game lobby back in the day [I tried to always be the cops, I usually wasnt an abusive shit], with the first real kick being... I guess a mixture of Kotor 2 and Mass Effect 1. There were tumblr blogs as well, at [[[some point]]] but they were shitty and are cringe garbage to me now. Then I entered the 40k community, and shat rainbows/did no wrong. I was pretty great. That was... oh wow... five years ago? Maybe more? I have no idea. At least 5-6 years ago. From there, I met some COOL DUDES (tm) and they set me up with a group of neckbeard f/a/tg/uys and we’ve been having Only War and Pathfinder games ever since, with some Dark Heresy thrown in for good measure, and Deathwatch for when we want to try to outswole each other. And now im here, because a MOST BODACIOUS AND COOL DUDE told me to come here and make an auxilliary character because everyone is playing as their favorite Jojo in power armor, and there was a distinct lack of salty Imperial Army sadboys around.))

“This thick slob of a human being has, I’ve been told, been doing this for an embarrassingly long time, having been of no use to anyone and a general nuisance to all. Thankfully, he has created me, superb and illustrious, to salvage this sham of a hobby of his into something crisp and professional, like a column of Auxilliaries marching lock step. And he will like it. And he will ship me with yet more women he creates. And they will not die before my FUCKING EYES, YOU EVIL SHIT-”