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Some recent Warhammer 40k Art. 1. My 40k-Sona. Yeah I'm tired of Tzeentch's bullshit XD 2. A scene from my Alternate Heresy, the Cipher Heresy >:3 3 and 4. Members of my custom Warband the Oil Weavers!

(First Time of doing this so uh MISTAKES are to be found lol) THE BASICS- Chapter Name: The Fading Blades

Founding: Ultima Founding

Homeworld: Lorevian, a dark planet covered with beautiful swamps and toxic mountain landscapes. It’s thanks to these lands that the Fading Blades have a better resilience to diseases and plagues. 

Genesire: Dark Angel Successors

Fighting Style: Heavy focus on Melee, using Chainblades, Power Blades, and their own Power Katannas. Though there are a few that use sniper rounds for their Bolters. The Fading Blades are deadly field operatives, rushing onto the battlefield with little to no fear for themselves. They aid guardsmen and other Space Marines in combat and are skilled with indoor melee combat, making them perfect for liberating cities and citadels. 

Defining Armor Traits: Typically wearing robes and hoods, The Fading Blade also typically wear chains and spikes around their armor. Though plenty still wear the basic Primiris Armor without any add-ons. Captains and Sergeants though DO have large makeshift horns built into their armor.

Ritual Markings: Every Fading Blade is permitted to give themselves a tattoo of anything they desire, whether that be a name, a face, or a symbol. This tattoo is what connects them to their humanity and mortality. 

Special Rituals: When becoming a Fading Blade, the newcomer must work with a selected guardsman and use only a standard chainblade in combat as the guardsman’s personal guardian. They will be protected by a fellow Fading Blades. Only when they prove themselves, which can take months or even years, can they ever wear their sacred power armor. 

Beliefs: The Fading Blades follow the belief that Humanity is something to protect with every last fiber in their bodies, but also that even if someone falls to Chaos, their past should not be forgotten. To the Fading Blades, MEMORIES of one’s Humanity is what makes them human. It’s why they try to have civil interactions with any Space Marine that is not a fellow Fading Blade. They want to learn about them.

Purpose: The Fading Blades were formed to fight the forces of Chaos, mainly Chaos Cults. The Fading Blades are trained to combat every Chaos Warband with incredible precision. 

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Chapter Master: Volux Axar is a quiet and intimidating Space Marine, his helmet sprouting two massive horns and instead of their classic neon green eye optics, he wears pitch black ones similar to those of the Minotaurs. Volux keeps the Legion united, gathering recruits who succeeded in their guard duties and telling them the duty they now hold, while also revealing great secrets and untold stories. He wields the chapter’s first Power Katana, which was found deep in the belly of a fallen titan, alongside main other relics they keep. Volux shows these Relics to the recruits, telling them their theories and ideas of the relics. Volux is a kind soul, and will protect his Marines with an uttermost ferocity that only a World Eater and/or demon of Khorne could match. 

Champion: Orion Venatorius is actually a Dreadnaught, but a very talented one at that, and was the first Chapter Master. When the Fading Blades were founded and sent on their first mission to take down a Thousand Sons stronghold on the planet Gregak III. During this mission, Orion faced down a Greater Daemon of Tzeetch. While he didn’t kill the beast, Orion was such a vicious opponent on the field the demon was constantly being forced back. Eventually Orion was facing down demons left and right, being the single Marine in the Chapter with the most Demon Kills. Even when he was placed inside his Dreadnaught (why, no one knows. He was just found beyond saving, surrounded by hoards of traitors and demons), Orion kept killing demons. He values his relationship with his fellow marines and like Volux will defend them vigorously. 

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Primary Relationships with other Chapters/Legions:

Salamanders: The Fading Blades are a lot like the Salamanders in the sense that they value human life over practically anything else. Thus the Salamanders and Fading Blades actually get along quite well.

Lamenters: Unlike (probably) most of the Imperium, the Fading Blades see the Lamenters as Space Marines that deserve a massive break. Thus whenever they are working together, the Fading Blades treat the Lamenters with respect. 

Space Sharks: To put it simply, the Fading Blades are afraid of the Space Sharks. For obvious reasons. They’d rather fight Angron than a single Space Shark.

Dark Angels: As the apparent founding legion of the Fading Blades, one would think they’d have at least a LITTLE respect for the Dark Angels. But no. The Fading Blades despise their secret keeping and the measures they go to keep them. 

Black Templars: While the Black Templars are perplexed by the Fading Blades, they work well in unison. The Fading Blades themselves are neutral overall about the Black Templars but do show interest in their virtues and skills. 

Ultramarines: HO-BOY. The Ultramarines. The Fading Blades DESPISE the Ultramarines. Their rulebook following ways and views of Humanity as a whole and more and more make the Fading Blades DESPISE working with the Ultramarines. When a Captain of the Ultramarines began to talk shit to the Fading Blades, they shot back. A Salamander and Dark Kraken there had to separate the two when a brawl started. So yeah, not positive.

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Other Basic Facts to Know:

Their flagship is called the Fallen Warhead. It holds many of the Fading Blades’s most powerful weapons and figures.

Their monastery on Lorevian is called Fortress Dusklight. This is where all their relics are held. 

One of their relics is a suit of Space Marine Armor that dates back all the way to the Horus Heresy but they can’t tell what model or Legion it belonged to. But it is written all over in an ancient tongue that the Fading Blades Scholars and Psychers are constantly trying to figure out.

While the use of Bolters are rare for the Fading Blades, they aren’t strangers to them. Small squads of Marines may use them solely as distraction so the main force can go in to attack.

Volux Axar once faced down a Thousand Sons leader, and the Thousand Sons would state later that the mere presence of Volux triggered some deep fear they had. Something dating back all the way to BEFORE the Heresy. 

Say hello to Roughous Artillieus. My very own Warhammer 40K OC!! And yes, he's a Primarch.

He is the Primarch of the Rougher Days legion and their successors. He is a master at melee combat but loves to use Bolters as well, commonly using them in pairs because as he says, "He loves the aesthetic." But like many, if not all, in the 40K universe, he is shrouded with misery and above all... Chaos. But maybe not in the way that one would think.

You see, disregarding any reasonable lore (as I like to do), before the Horus Heresy, Roughous actually had an encounter with Slaneesh AND Nurgle. Both of which tried to convince him to turn himself over to Chaos, to which both he refused. But since he had such a DIRECT encounter with them, he was targeted by powerful deamons left and right. One such encounter was with a higher deamon that inflicted him with a virus made by Nurgle with Slaneesh's help. Literal Chaos began to flow from his eyes, and his Marines began to worry that they may have to put done their beloved Primarch. But Roughous wasn't going down easy. He slayed the deamon and returned home, a bolter always pointed at his head just in case. He built a mask that helped him recovcer from the virus, permanently forging it into his face.

Now the mark of the Chaos Virus marks his face, the tears that fell last marking his skin, and his eyes blacked with a pure neon green glow. And he begins to think about the Crusade, the War, and eventually, the Horus Heresy... and wondered...

Was Humanity just as horrible a force of Chaos as were the Chaos Lords?

Okay, I made my own Thunder Warrior OC: Aruora.

I don't have a bunch of personal lore for her yet, but I do kinda have a storyline where she gets a femboy/alt lesbian Drukari Fleshshaper partner. I imagine that they keep Aruora from falling apart and deteriorating. They constantly mock and tease her, saying how sloppily she is made and chiding her "maker" for how terrible she is.

I'll prob try drawing them tomorrow.

The day just got away from me so fast

Also, yes, her face/body structure was heavily inspired by the amazing @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond

While I'm at it, please consider this:

If we assume the process of creating Thunder Warriors is similar (if not the same, just done more sloppy for the sake of quantity over quality) to the process of creating Custodes, then that means female Thunder Warriors are very much a possibility, just like how female Custodes were before becoming outright canon.

SO THAT MEANS IF I FEEL LIKE IT I'M FREE TO GENDERBEND KUZMAN INTO A GIANT BEAUTIFUL BUFF BUTCH HAG- *gets pulled off the stage by a comically large hook*

Also, I decided to make her a daughter and get in on the Primarch kids trend.

So here is Evelin, Lorgar's/Aurelia's daughter

I imagine her and her mother's 40k relationship is very Mel and Malificent from "Descendants"

More Fem Lorgar(Aurelia) cause im slowly falling in love with her!

I haven't drawn them in a bit, but I still love my two doomed space lesbians. And I needed a break from reality.

The funny thing is that the lore of these two is that Thea(the Sister of Battle) is way more sexual and sluty towards Abbi (The Noise Marine) and Abbi is so easily flustered.

Last thing for tonight.

I've been working on fleshing out Abbigail's Warband of "failed" experiments from Fabius.

Can u tell which one I liked the most?

If you can't see, her name is Evolese Maw and I love her! She is my first Yeen oc. And here is her mini

She's almost done. I just started painting her today.

Unfortunately, I didn't have a 3d printed yeen head. So she has to wear a helmet.🥺

Oh yeah, here is my headcannon for Emps backstory. I always liked the thought that the Emperor, despite his secrets, was telling the truth. He was just a man. Born with emnse power at the wrong time. A babe in the wastes of Terra.

Basically, this is Alexander, a Techno-Barbarian Warlord fighting to persevere a semblance of the old world before the age of strife.

One day, while out scavenging, he finds a child untouched by the hostile and lethal radioctive environment of Terra. The child almost shines in the light of the late sun. Alexander, seeing the importance of this child, decides to raise him himself along with his closest friend/advisor.

He names the child "Arthur"

Arthur seems to be growing quickly and every day his emnse power shows. Healing the crops of their blight, burning out infection, but most importantly inspiring hope that their might be a better future.

Alexander worries, though. Arthur is growing up so fast, maturing at an unprecedented rate. On one hand, he wishes his adopted son might remain young for a time longer, so he might retain his innocence, if only briefly. But this might be for the best. The radiation of the makeshift cold fusion nuclear core in Alexander's armour is killing him.

Even with Malcador's help (though limited by the warp storms), he doesn't have long. Arthur still doest fully have a grip of his powers. (Too scared he'll hurt someone, he subconsciously gives himself limiters.) He wishes to heal his father but can't seem to do any more than Malcador can.

Alexander, knowing his time is near forges for his son, a might sword emblazoned with the iconography of his pet eagle whom Arthur was always close to.

Then the day came, when out helping a remote village Alexander and an almost adult Arthur are ambushed. The two fight hard, but eventually, Alexander is laid low. Arthur holds his father. Alexander looks to the unblemished face of his son and whispers his final words. The words that would guide Arthur down the long road yet to come.

"Remeber, my son. Humanity above all else is the way. Until all are one, none shall be whole."

Arthur cried then, he shook with guilt and rage. If only he could have been stronger, if only he wasn't so weak willed. If only these beasts would see reason.

The Warlord who had killed Alexander was still there, as we're a few of his men. They planned to kill this would be heir. But as the one approached a sobbing Arthur, preparing to execute him. The barbarian screamed in pain, and he became engulfed by golden flames

As the body chared to ash, Arthur was seen standing. The sword his father had gifted him now set ablaze in those same golden flames. His eyes two stars set in a frozen face of rage.

The other barbarians barely moved before they were each bisected. The Warlord fought as best he could, but his bullets melted before they even reached Arthur. Arthur strode forward, a terminator with one goal, "Vengeance"

The sword moved through the Warlord with barely any resistance. And as he gasped for breath as he struggled to breathe, he begged for mercy. He forswore his alicante and his army's. Arthur would not hear him.

Upon that final breath, Arthur made a vow. He would carry his father's dream. He would bring humanity back together, whether they wanted it or not. A grand Imperium.

"All will be one. I swear this to you, Father." And so The Emperor returned home. A long road lay before him.

And here we have my Plauge Marine Greater possessed/Demon Prince oc. I dot really have a ton of personal lore on her yet, but she does lead my custom Death Gaurd Warband "The Masque of the Crimson Rot"

Their colour scheme is red with gold trim and pail pink flesh, and their energy is green.

A birthday gift for @themightiestpotato \o/