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This story is from the POV of a guardsman's journal in an alternate universe where the Tyranids have ravaged the galaxy. All that stands for the Imperium is Terra itself.
“We are the last resort. There are no others. We are all of what’s left. No man, woman or child remains to be recruited who hasn’t already sacrificed themselves for this day. Every human being has had a weapon thrust in their arms. It hurts me to say it, but among the billions of worlds we used to inhabit, this is the last. This morning I received confirmation that we are the last bastion of humanity. May the Emperor be with you all. And fight like hell!”
- Lord Militant Rulf Durart, addressing the troops at the onset of the Siege of Terra (Earth)
It took a mere 5 years for the entire Galaxy to be bent to its knees. The countless alien species, those we fought, those we helped, all gone. Their dwindling fires of civilization extinguished by the whisper of death. The Tyranids, with their massed fleets of foul monsters, their never ending hunger, had devastated the galaxy. They have devoured countless galaxies before us, and we shall join the others, lost to time, brushed away by the ceaseless hunger of these beings. For all our weapons, our faith, our zeal, it could not save us. These days I find it exceedingly difficult to feel anything other than hatred. Hatred for those too incompetent to care about the looming Tyranids. Stuck in their snobby, rich and bureaucratic lives, the governors of the many planets we ruled were more interested in their next meal than becoming the next meal of these monsters. Hatred towards these thoughtless creatures that so easily destroy entire civilizations without a bat of the eye. Our golden age that we fought so hard to obtain, over many millennia of endless war. For 10,000 years the galaxy was at eternal war, we were forced into the most bloody regime imaginable, just for humanity to prevail. Now that we enjoy the fruits of victory, we are crushed under the might of the Tyranids that have no care for us.
I remember when I was young, only 15 or 16 years of age, the Imperial Guard came to my world. Brakkani was a quiet planet, we were classed as an agricultural world. All the land was covered in sprawling fields of golden wheat and grazing cattle. I grew up a farm boy, little education other than the ability to read and write. I enjoyed painting the landscape, and always found something interesting to draw in my many notepads. I especially loved the cliffs near the oceans. We would visit them often, or rather, I would. Father was busy on the fields with his workers, Mother tended to my 82 year old grandfather and my little sister of 3 years. I had a twin sister named Loretta, who would spend her time trying to wrangle me back home. She always thought I was up to no good, but I knew she was just protective of me.
All that was stripped from me when a decree went out from the Imperial Guard, that all eldest sons and daughters were to report to the spaceport. That meant me and my twin, Loretta. Before my parents understood why we were sent there, 2 soldiers gripped our arms and peeled us from our screaming parents. We were crying likewise, kicking and yelling. We were thrust into a transport filled with other terrified teens. I got the sickening feeling when the transport lurched up at dizzying speeds. Loretta was holding me, reeling me closer and trying to protect me. Maybe she was trying to protect herself. From there on is… fuzzy to my memory. We were trained for a few months, oh what brutal and demanding months those were. Nothing but a dull routine of waking from little sleep, eating little, training far too much, and finally resting my weary bones when the officers felt it was time to give us a little rest.
Just as quickly as we had been taken, we were shoved off to war. Loretta and I were raw recruits, sent to Holy Terra (or Earth) itself. It was directly in the path of a massive Tyranid Hive Fleet, and soldiers in the hundreds of billions, longside millions of the Emperor's Angels, the Space Marines, had already been sent to bolster its defense and hopefully stop the assault. As we marched off our transports, we saw vast sprawling towers and cathedrals, as well as fields of soldiers, reminding me of home. They were packed tight and uniform, just like the heads of grain we cultivated on Brakkani. But I had no time to feel home sick. Loretta and I understood the necessity of us being here, why we were taken from our home. Our spirits had been forged in the heat of hatred for the foul Tyranids as we learned of the true scale of their destruction. By now they had been fighting us for only a year, but in that time countless worlds were destroyed already. Trillions of souls absorbed into their meaty, fleshy biomass that never feels content nor satiated.
It was here that we were finally assigned a permanent unit. We were now proud soldiers of the 88420th Brakkani Mechanized Infantry Regiment, though no one really took notice of regimental status other than for logistics. Our platoon had no number designation, but the troops adopted the number 77 and nicknamed us the “Dual Spades”. Hence the nickname, our left shoulder pads were painted with a black and white spade, like that of a playing card. A sergeant approached us as night fell and addressed himself as Dumas. He brought us to our sleeping quarters and seemed quite friendly with a gun-ho attitude. But he had an air around him that suggested he could pounce like a panther at the slightest provocation or conduct violation he saw. As I layed on my bunk listening to the pitter patter of rain on the plastic roof, I remember trying to recollect it all. I was far too tired to make any meaningful approaches to the lands of memories, so I opted for sleep. It was a dreamless night, yet somehow seemed to drag on and on regardless.
I was awoken to the blaring of sirens and haphazard shouts. Before I could even leap from my cot I was shaken out to the floor into a sea of swarming soldiers, half dressed and lugging their las rifles over their shoulders. Lorretta found me first, and gave me the scoop. When she was taking an early morning watch duty, one of the men spotted a Tyranid assault barreling forwards. The alarms were sounded and now everyone was stirred to battle positions. By the time she finished her report, I was fully kitted out and running to our stations. I could already hear the crack of las fire and the stench of promethium burning. The screeching sound of Tyranids in their millions rose above all else. It made the blood boil and freeze at the same time. My legs felt like slag and my arms could barely lug my las rifle off my shoulder strap. Lorreta slapped my back and reassured me that I could get through this. Her eyes shone with fear as mine did, but she was too strong to show anything more. She always hated expressing an unwanted emotion.
I heard a sickening sound next to me. The man to my left had been hit by some kind of vomitous liquid, and it bubbled, smelling of sulfur and acid. It ate at his helmet and streamed over his gas mask, melting it away like paper in water. A muffled, gargled screech burst out of him as he scrambled backwards, gripping at his face, only to get the liquid on his hands. At this point he was absolutely feral with pain and fear, he writhed and yelled, even as half a dozen troops tried to hold him down and help. But there was nothing to do. You could not wipe away the slime, as whatever you wiped with would disintegrate. The trooper's features didn’t fare any better than the rags we attempted to wipe his face with. I couldn’t bear to look any longer, so I practically pulled my eyes away and focused on what was ahead of me. That was a decision I would regret for months to come.
Many nights I would stare up and wonder in fear at what I saw that day. Until then, I had never nor seen a Tyranid before, only heard the stories of devastation they brought. As I raised my head over the edge of our trench, I almost felt myself crumble. They were the pinnacle of every nightmare to be conjured by nature. There were thousands upon thousands of them, and those were just the ones I could see. Every so often in the piles of insectoids there was a massive and monstrous one towering high over the mob. And yet, despite all I saw, with a prayer to the God Emperor on my lips and a sudden rush of hatred for these monsters, I squeezed the trigger of my rifle and let loose a barrage of las fire. I had no clue which of the hundreds of Tyranids that fell every moment had perished by my hands, but I knew I had to be punching searing holes in many of them. For nearly an hour this continued, an endless swarm of monstrous beings to which we brought the Emperor’s judgment upon. Sweat made my gas mask sticky, my whole body cramping under the stress of it all. I barely noticed my own pain though, instead drawing on the pain I imagined these creatures were going through. It invigorated my anger and gave me the will to fight on.
With the help of roaring artillery, we stopped each of them in their tracks as they slumped, mid leap, to the floor dead. As the final stragglers were picked off by sharpshooters, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had survived against the most infernal and terrifying threat humanity has against it. But I knew many were not as lucky as I. Bodies laid in the trenched, crumpled and dissolved. Many had claw marks and giant gashes across their bodies from when some of the Tyranids had dripped into the trench line and wreaked havoc on entire squads. For every one I saw dead in a trench, half a dozen brave men and women surrounded its body, crippled by the horrendous slashes of its large sword-like claws. One of my squadmates had been hit in the shoulder by one of those jets of bubbling acid. He was writhing in pain but knew how lucky he was to have his head still attached. Lorreta and I helped him up slowly and brought him to a medicae station. Perhaps, looking back, death would have been some sort of mercy, had I known just how terrible my existence would be from that point on.
Lorreta and I stayed with him, taking advantage of our excused absence to shy away from routine drills and patrol. He introduced himself as Silas, a former manufactorum worker from the planet Yurt IV. He was charming, easy going and obviously a veteran of the Imperial Guard. His armor was adorned with trophies, kill marks and a few small medals as well. He showed us his highly prized plasma pistol, an extreme rarity for a trooper to have, even as the veteran he was. He promised, as long as he could recover, that he would keep an eye on us and help us get through the first few weeks of being “fresh meat”. We certainly looked the part. We were barely 18, and had pristine equipment that always caught the glance of a more seasoned trooper or the occasional snicker from the rough looking ones.
In the following weeks of my time on the frontlines, it became apparent why our nickname was the “Double Spades”. As a mechanized unit, we were highly mobile and so were used as sappers to dig fresh trenches far into exposed territory and, true to the platoon name, many of the troops sported dual spades and dug with both at once. In theory the armored vehicles we were supplied with would be used as a quick way to get the hell out of dodge if another wave of Tyranids shows up. But in practice, we were often forced to continue working even while under attack as the only somewhat safe place for miles were the half dug trenches we made. Small bands of Tyranids would strike our position, but we were to continue shoveling as the vehicle gunners attempted to protect us. It’s hard to hit one of those things with a rifle, let alone a cumbersome turret gun. The big guns were useful against hordes, but not against small, maneuverable groups. Let’s just say that our platoon had a very high death rate.
On one such occasion, I was chatting with Lorretta and Silas to stave off the aching feeling in my back from shoveling. A spotter saw a group of Genestealers, a sort of shock-troop for the Tyranids but many more times deadly than our shock troops. He yelled out his report, but we kept digging. A few moments later the guns on the vehicles opened up, releasing barrages onto the Tyranids. However, we had never dealt with genestealers in combat before, and were unprepared for their immense agility. One slashed right through the hull of one of our tanks and threw out the crew. At this we finally grabbed our rifles and, by instinct, blasted the thing until it stopped twitching. There were many more still circling our position however, so we abandoned our digging and moved into a perimeter. Sargent Dumas popped his head from the cupola of his command vehicle, and belted out new orders. We were to eradicate this foe, then push further into Tyranid territory to aid another platoon under the same situation.
I was excited for a change in routine, which might come as a surprise considering how fearful I was when I first got here. Silas and his relaxed attitude seemed to saturate on me the more time I spent around him. Lorreta’s trust in Silas was ravaged however. She saw him as a threat to me, “You’ll end up dead any day now if you don’t stop messing around with Silas ”, she would say. I ignored her, saying we needed a friend here if we wanted to survive. She always scoffed and walked away, usually kicking something on the way. I’ve tried having a talk with her but she always tells me the same thing again and again. And again. And again I never heeded her words. Silas was such a good friend in a bleak place like this that I would be willing to do anything to keep him around.
We piled into our vehicles, 5 in total. The engines sputtered and coughed out thick black smoke for a few seconds, until we sped off to the other platoon’s position. I could hear the far away screeches of Tyranids, a sound we have all grown accustomed to, but can never get used to it. Our vox channels beeped three times, and we heard the platoon commander shout, “We’ve got incoming everyone! Brace!” In a moment, my world was flipped upside down, as the vehicle was slammed by something and lurched to the side, rolling for what felt like minutes. “Get the hell out of there, we need to run!” It was Lorretta yelling at me. She looked frightened, and when I slowly got up and trudged to her, I could see exactly why. The horizon, which should have had a beautiful sunset, was crawling with massive swarms. The skies were being blotted out by flying behemoths and all the horrific nightmares possible. The air was filled with the yells of panic, the signature crack of las gun fire and larger ordnance attempting to stop the horde in a feeble attempt.
We took cover near a transport that was miraculously saved from the brunt of the surprise attack. I did a quick headcount and counted roughly 31 of us, either huddling nearby or struggling out of their transports. 31 out of our original 80, as far as I could tell. Things were getting out of hand quickly, and I couldn’t see the commander anywhere. Lacking the care for any sort of chain of command in the heat of the moment, I hastily began ordering troops to other positions, to create a box of human shields to protect the wounded. They seemed confused why a conscript was making orders, but my frantic nature gave way to ferocious yells that got them all moving in a split second. Silas had climbed into one of the transports and was reloading its top mounted heavy bolter. A genestealer, quiet and agile as an assassin, launched itself at him. They vanished inside the vehicle. Moments later a genestealer’s decapitated head was flung out, followed by the intact head of Silas.
From behind me, I heard a gut-wrenching snarl. Lorretta raised her rifle, but was brought down when the thing launched itself at her. I rushed forward and pried it off of her on its back, sinking the blade of my knife into its chest. Lorretta and I were breathing frantically, shortly relieved. We exchanged a look of dread as the feeling passed away, and without a word, we sprinted in the general direction we believed the fortifications to be. Hopping craters and rubble from entire skyscrapers, we traversed the hectic terrain in hopes of reaching the relative safety of the frontlines. The thought led to uncertainty as I recalled the sheer size of the horde. It was larger than anything our forces had prepared for, and it seemed likely that shortly after we reached the trenches - if we got there at all - we would be retreating in fear once again. There was so much confusion and smoke that I worried some trooper would be spooked by us and shoot us down in fear.
By now the beating of the Tyranid horde’s feet had grown louder than the frenzied beating of my heart. They were gaining on us, as we slugged and jumped through the ruins at worryingly slow speeds. I looked over at Lorretta and, seeing her even more worn out than I, yelled out to her, “I’ll have to carry you! You’ll trip at this rate if you tire out more.” She turned to me and slowed her pace. “This is no time for heroics!” she said scornfully. I was fed up with her persistence, knowing that we would both die if she didn’t give in. I opted to take her whether she agreed to or not, so I came up alongside her and scooped her in my arms. With surprising strength I flung her on my shoulder and put all my energy into my speed. The sheer effort of it gave me tunnel vision, and I could hardly hear the chaos around me, let alone Lorretta’s resistant cries. I saw illumination further ahead, and nearly laughed with relief. We were almost there, safety at the tip of my fingers. Yet Fate seemed to despise me on that day, for a massive winged creature, accompanied by swarms of smaller monstrosities, cast a shadow over me. I stopped dead, feeling a horrible pain in my leg. I cried out, but my scream was muffled by the ground I had faceplanted in. I collapsed to the ground, bringing Lorretta with me. She jumped up and, in a twist of the tables, began to carry me. I turned back to see that the monster had landed, and the blood soaked talon it had stabbed me with. It advanced on us, and I quite literally had my life flash before my eyes. I was snapped from my delusions as I saw the monster and its companions halt abruptly. They seemed to be listening and, then, I heard it too. The faint sound of an angelic choir of retribution, growing ever closer. It was heartwarming, in a way that gave me security of mind, will and faith, yet blood curdling, as you heard the notes of fury and anger in their voices.
“By the Emperor… it’s Space Marines!” Lorretta was dumbfounded as she spoke the words. From the rubble came at least a dozen of them, His Angels of Death, the wondrous saviors of humanity in its darkest hours. They stood tall, clad in their immense armor and fierce helmets. “Look at the size of them…” I breathed out. The captain, bearing the banner with the heraldry of the Ultramarines Chapter, drew a sword that crackled with energy and shone blue. A power sword, able to cut through practically any known material. He charged with the rest of the marines straight towards the beast with war cries that would split the minds of the enemy and bolster allies to surge onwards. It too lunged forward with blood lust, seeming to understand that this new opponent was not to be underestimated. The captain’s men cut down the smaller creatures with their bolter rifles, firing soda can sized rounds that exploded when embedded in a target. Lorretta set me against a wall. Unsure whether we were worthy enough or if there was even any necessity for us to help, we watched for a moment as the captain and the beast dueled.
“We are the Emperor’s Will made manifest! Guardsmen, with us! The purest of soldiers are forged in the fires of battle!”
The resonant sound of the captain's voice rang out and filled my heart with faith and my body with fiery zeal. A group of Tyranids had surrounded us and advanced slowly. I grimaced and raised my rifle, as did Lorretta. We fired on them, as they leapt forwards to us. I saw a marine look our way and our eyes met. He nodded to me, stomped on a downed Tyranid and called for his brethren to support us. I hardly could believe it really, even now. A Space Marine, an Angel, had given me his approval! Without even thinking, I stood, no matter the injury on my leg, and creamed out in fury at these monstrous foes, determined to show my worth to the Emperor. I ran - flat out ran - towards the Tyranids, bayonet fixed to my weapon, and gutted not one, but four of them. The marine from earlier drew up beside me and cut through another beast. Just to think that I had the honor to fide literally side by side with a Space Marine made me completely numb to any pain or wound I suffered.
Together with the Marines, our platoon pushed back a large chunk of the beasts. As I ran through the maze of rubble in the cramped streets,
I saw Silas executing a wounded Tyranid with his Plasma pistol. He turned to us, saying, “Did you see the size of those marines? They’re even more deadly than the stories say."
“Yes, I stood right beside one of them.”
Silas seemed shocked and skeptical, so I quickly added: “I can hardly believe It was real, I might have just been confused from all the chaos.”
“I would never doubt your word, but you have mistaken distrust with mere envy. If only I could have such an honor as you have…”
We walked through the many hab-blocks and surveyed the destruction. Whole buildings had collapsed to rubble, others had obvious signs of Tyranid infestation. Odd growths and pulsating flesh wreathed the ruins like vines, hideous but captivating nevertheless. Suddenly we heard a desperate plea for help within a tunnel leading to the lower levels of the city, and without a moment’s hesitation, we plunged down it. Splashing in cold , shin deep sewer water, we collectively shuddered. The underlevels, even on a great world like Holy Terra, are never a great place to be. The poor denizens down here live off of emperor-knows-what, milling about in misery in their labor in some cramped manufactorum or waiting for rations in an unsanitary food station. The conditions of life are so very brutal here that the numbers of mutants and madmen skyrocket over time. If the death rates weren’t so high, forcing new denizens in here, then the whole underlevels would be made up of filthy mutants. Facing an Ogryn or Ratling seemed as horrible to us as standing against a Tyranid, but we had to help whoever was calling out. It is our duty not only to be the hammer of the Emperor's will, but the shield for the Emperor’s subjects as well. On our Oath to His Magnificence, we are bound to our word to help those in need.
Soon, we began to get closer. He heard the muffled sounds of struggle, and began to hurry our pace. We stopped dead in our tracks when we heard a gunshot, followed by 2 more. A man in a trenchcoat rounded a corner ahead of us, and aimed his pistol at us. There was little illumination, and it was likely he thought we were bandits of sorts, rather than his salvation. He fired a shot before we could call out, and the most dreadful sound I could ever recall followed. It was even louder than the gun in my mind. Lorretta groaned, followed by a dull splash. Blood pooled in the filth she layed in, a murky cloud of crimson, the result of Fate’s twisted humor. I dashed to Lorretta while Silas raised his plasma pistol. The man, seeing such a weapon, gasped. No bandit would have such a weapon he must have thought. He dropped his pistol and approached. “Who are you there?” he asked weakly. “We’re Imperial Guardsmen, you runt! One of which you just shot!” Silas yelled out.
Lorretta was trying to say something to me, so I leaned close, but I could scarcely make out a single syllable. Then, with visible strain, she spoke like only the dying ever could. “Don’t be afraid… I have served my purpose, and soon you will too. We all give service to the Emperor. I have given the ultimate price to have that honor today.”
“But Lorretta, your time can’t be now… It can't be. It’ll be alright, well get you to a medic stat-”
“Shh, brother you must understand… there is no true end to our service. I will soon join the Emperor above, to fuel his psychic power for eternity.”
“No, you don't understand… you're all I have! Your all we have left…”
“Letting me go is not up to you. Only His Grace chooses my time…”
She took my hand and pressed on it. I felt something cold and metal slip into my fingers. I opened my palm to see a pendant, the very same one our mother once wore.
“She gave this to me, so that if I were to die, I may pass it to you. It is said to ease the suffering when someone passes… I feel a great deal of pain but, well, I can’t really know how much more death would hurt without it, now can I? No one can die twice.” She chuckled, bringing blood to her lips and a raspy cough.
We laughed together, but she slowly stopped and sighed, never to breathe again. Silas and the man watched respectfully. The man walked up to me however, and said these feeble words: “I’m sorry… I have no excuse. I called for help, I should have been more careful to differentiate friend from foe…” I looked at him, unable to feel anger at him, for he seemed so full of sorrow at what he had done. “Whoever is at fault for this tragedy,” I said slowly, looking at Lorretta’s face, ”it does not matter. As she said, she served her duty and did so happily. That is all that truly matters.” It seemed unjust to me that Lorretta, as brave as she was, did not die in a heroic struggle against Humanity's greatest foe, the Tyranids. Rather she died by mistake, at the hands of a fellow human.
The Siege of Terra lasted nearly a year. Humanity, as it had numerous times before in the face of annihilation, miraculously prevailed. The survivors, numbering at a meager 70 billion out of countless trillions the galaxy once held, were forced into the void of space, and the remnants of the species lived on the run under the guidance of the Emperor. They would dart from planet to planet, scouring what resources possible before the Tyranids could catch them. Living off of extremely strict rationing, many starved. Everything was recycled at least 3 times over. Even air was recycled, entire generations living off of recycled, stale air in the hulks of these crippling ships. Their ultimate goal was survival, but some gifted minds not strangled by the gloom of their new lives, came up with a plan. They would attempt the dangerous warp jump to another galaxy entirely. From here on, I have no clue whether they made it or not. We were promised that the scouts, should they make it there, would send us a message. The allotted time it would take for them to reach their destinations and send us the message however, is 827 years. Given a period of grace to allow for extra time, the date was set at 850 years. Should we not receive anything by then, we will be forced to decide to risk humanity’s survival by traveling to the galaxy, or slowly die out on the run from the Tyranids. I am a part of the generation that will take on those turbulent decisions. There are 12 years left until the deadline is met, and I dread every day I come by, as it means I only get closer and closer. Being the great historian I am, my influence and knowledge is large enough that I was selected to be on the Council of the 10,000, to decide what action to take when the deadline is missed.
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I noticed that people typically have high quality pictures for their homebrew planets.
Is there a place y'all go to get those images? Or are they each custom made?
I don't have discord, I'm afraid, so I rely on the wiki's discussion place @WingAutarch . I hope you don't mind. I'm excited at the idea of working with you on a collaberation.
I have really developed Finis to the point of where I beleive he is ready to have a chaos war band to be a part of his followers. Traitor space marines yes. But I don't have the time due to all my other projects, nor do I really have enough experience, so anyone who wants to feel free to make one for him, and then I'll either approve or revise it.
Feel free to edit this blood angels collab about Sanguinala. Like tell us about how your chapter celebrates the event and what they do and stuff. Also someone please put this up onto the homebrew discord as I haven't made a new account yet. I'd really appreciate it guys.
Since I can't do discord, I'll put this here. I am looking for some possible collabs with my new Hive Fleet Spartus. If anyone is interested in challenging my warriors, let them step forward boldly!
Do the tables for like chapter command and companies come with the template or do you have to add them some other way? If so then how?
I've remade the Sons of the Night chapter once written by Brentticorn. Just to let you know you can ask me again if your faction army once had a link with them and you can put them in. Like many other remade chapters (Omni-Legion, Blissful Angels) I hope this will satisfy many of you.
Since i cant wirite on Homebrew Disco due to uh..that Phone Bug which is unfixable,im wiriting it here.
Im Open to Collabs for my Space Marine Chapter Called Space Drakes,preferably not short stories.
I just read through the wikis rules just in case before going to bed and noticed that even just mentioning torture is forbidden, apparently?
Is there some context missing or is it genuinely just in general forbidden to mention torture, on a 40k wiki out of all places?
I proceeded to read the entire rule about "mature content" and it got even more ridiculous. If somebody told me the contents of the rule, I would be convinced they were joking because there is no way anybody would even think of writing a rule like that.
How much must you hate the setting to try to forbid torture, child slavery, genocide and stuff from a fucking 40k wiki out of all places???
The reasoning doesnt even make sense. How is banning these topics making stuff more friendly for teenagers? I know stories meant for children 3 and older that involve most of that stuff.
If this """mature content""" upsets you so much, you should find a translated copy of the Struwwelpeter and get some skin. Or actually read any 40k book. That works too. Im out of here.
Does anyone have a link to the discord? They keep on coming up as invalid.
I am looking to flesh out the lore of my Archangels and make some alliances as well as enemies. I want to find a rich and unique story for my guys, and would love to do the same for others.
@Algrim Whitefang Hi, I'm new to the wiki, and I do very much appreciate the images and stiff that you added to the Penitent Scorpions, much appreciated. I was wondering if you could make a Primaris Intercessor for the chapter and an updated pauldron? I don't mean to bother you and if not then no biggy, but if you do agree then I'll be happy to explain what I want. Thanks for Considering.
@Algrim Whitefang , sorry to disturb you like this, but I have a problem. I want to add music to my article, and I have the disclaimer ready on a sandbox page, but I don't have a way to download the music. Would it be okay to include a link there instead for people to click on and get the acompanying track that way, since I cannot do the music adding like most others?
Sorry I couldn't do this another way @Giadrome76 , but I can't do discord right now and it wouldn't let me leave something on your talk page. So here is my spill. I'm making my own Tau Sept and the world they live on doesn't have the resources to make technology. All they have is star oil, star energy in liquid form. They are mostly trade based, and I was thinking that they could have a relationship with your Sept, the Mang'shas Sept. Trade star oil for tech and weapons. I was thinking it was a good idea. For the Greater Good!
Edit: The images
Hi, im wondering if anyone is wiling to draw some characters and shoulder artwork for my custom chapter "The Creed". If so just reply and I'll give the specifics of the shoulders/ characters.
Hey, so i'm currently developing a homebrew chapter of my own, and i was wondering if anybody here is doing/was willing to do commissions for the template style marine at the top of articles as well as the pauldron. I have art of my marines so far, but I want to get one in the style that is normally utilized in articles posted here. I am willing to pay for the comm (if I think the price is reasonable) and am willing to talk/communicate over discord.
I'm making a new chaos god to add to the wiki, and I wanted to know if anyone would like to make a chaos war band for it or something. Here is the link so that you can watch my progress. Sadly, I can't make the warbands myself cause I don't understand them, so I was hoping somebody else could help.
https://wh40khomebrew.fandom.com/wiki/User:DragonBrood5/Sandbox2