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LordCommissar95 In reply to heebiejeebus [2017-06-25 11:06:54 +0000 UTC]

Well it might be heretical but i have to agree with you Space Elves are pretty and for the female Elves they are very cute :3

And before any loyal servants to the Emperor deem me a Heretic i just want to say that i Serve the Emperor with honor and glory before all.

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DeathKorpsOfKreig In reply to LordCommissar95 [2021-05-12 21:05:55 +0000 UTC]

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yuikami-da In reply to Ikoter [2015-12-27 23:52:27 +0000 UTC]

wah???? D:

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Ikoter In reply to yuikami-da [2015-12-28 14:47:51 +0000 UTC]

Unless you yourself took this picture, made a fanfiction with it as a thumbnail and posted it on FANFICTION.net, then yes, some other lunatic took it and placed it as a thumbnail for his fanfiction.

www.fanfiction.net/s/10066040/…

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yuikami-da In reply to Ikoter [2015-12-30 16:58:29 +0000 UTC]

Wow... Thank you so much for telling me about this D:

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Ikoter In reply to jdtheepic [2015-08-20 18:38:12 +0000 UTC]

Who will get all kinds of nasty interspecies STD's, and will most likely kill half her craftworld because of it.

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Jeova0sanctus0unus In reply to Ikoter [2016-10-06 20:36:24 +0000 UTC]

you are aware that she´d have to fuck half the craftworld to kill all of them with an std, right?

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Ikoter In reply to Jeova0sanctus0unus [2016-10-08 19:27:34 +0000 UTC]

It is very like the STD will birth some sort of virus thanks to Nurgle, which might travel through air or something, that might kill half her craftworld. That is what the Emperor meant.

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Jeova0sanctus0unus In reply to Ikoter [2016-10-09 09:45:49 +0000 UTC]

Or to say it shorter: "The warp did it."

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Shadowrunner22 In reply to Ikoter [2016-06-28 18:06:37 +0000 UTC]

So, He approves this relationship

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Ikoter In reply to Shadowrunner22 [2016-06-29 08:43:18 +0000 UTC]

Yes, they have His blessing.

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Xhydralisk In reply to Kalamari101 [2014-01-23 04:53:08 +0000 UTC]

There is Illiyan Nastase, but I'm fairly certain that GW retconned the hell out of him.

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ComradeCrimson In reply to Heinrich-Konig [2014-05-13 07:13:34 +0000 UTC]

That'd be a sect of Slaanesh. He is the prince of pleasure and excess after all.

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yuikami-da In reply to HailMyself [2013-05-03 14:11:11 +0000 UTC]

^ Best statement ever! I got super excited by reading this! Thank you!!

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HailMyself In reply to yuikami-da [2013-05-04 03:13:37 +0000 UTC]

Dropping the bundle of manuscripts onto the table between the document stacks, Perceptia took one last look around the shadows that crept between the shelves, peering through her dirty glasses and the cloud of dust that billowed up off the metal desk. Satisfied that she was alone, she pushed her spectacles back up towards the bridge of her nose and sat down.

She brushed the dust off the loose cover and stared down at the seal that was still faintly visible in the paper, pressed in with the stamp of an Inquisitorial curator many centuries before. Next to it, even fainter than the seal, was the image of a pale and over-stylised eye. Untying the string that bound the bundle together, Perceptia leafed through the pages in between the covers, looking casually over the confessions and last breaths of hundreds of souls, each meticulously recorded, verified and filed by the agents of the Ordo Hereticus.

After several seconds, she finally found the document that she was looking for. It came as a relief, because it had been many long years since last she had seen that piece of paper. The confession, which was now over five hundred years old, had been used as a case-study during her training as an interrogator. It contained the last, garbled words of an old inquisitor lord of the Ordo Xenos. He had confessed to everything. He even confessed to a range of heresies that the interrogators had known nothing about. Before the end, he had also confessed to being a tau elemental and having fathered a half-breed child with an eldar female.

The standard wisdom was, of course, that Inquisitor Lord Herod would have confessed to anything. It seemed an undeniable fact that the poor man had gone insane.

However, a section of Herod’s confession had stuck in Perceptia’s mind, even as a green interrogator. Her mentors had used those passages as examples of the importance of being aware of context when conducting an interrogation. They had explained to the young Perceptia that human minds would scramble for information from their social and cultural surroundings at a time of great anxiety — or at a time of madness. They had laughed at the content of Herod’s confession, hissing that it was as incredible as a children’s story.

In fact, they had then produced a small, illustrated book, which was itself hundreds of years old, in which a very similar story was told. The seemingly inevitable conclusion was that Herod had gone mad, regressed back to his childhood, and finally confessed to the sins of fictional characters from the stories he had encountered in the Schola Progenium. Interrogation, the mentors had insisted, was an art, and a skilled interrogator should know the difference between a confession and a rant. They had explained how techniques had been refined considerably since the time that Herod’s “confession” had been extracted.

Perceptia leaned back away from the page, pushing the bridge of her spectacles with her finger tip. The story still seemed interesting to her. It said something about a secret society of inquisitors who were in league with the eldar. She had heard such legends before, of course, Ramugan was rife with them: the Ordo Malleus had a secret pact with the daemonic powers of the region, and the Ordo Xenos were secretly in league with various alien species that appeared in the sector from time to time. Very occasionally, such rumours turned out to have substance, or at least enough substance to warrant the purging of a soul and the recording of a confession.

Intermingled in amongst the references to hybrid children and heroic stands against the ancient necron threat, Perceptia thought that Herod had mentioned something specific, something that she suspected was not in the children’s story. Something that he had added to the story from his own experience. Something that might even constitute a genuine confession.

There. She stabbed her finger down against the page, tearing its dry surface with the point of a finely manicured fingernail. Perceptia’s fingernails were a point of pride. She had always insisted that she could tell a lot about a person from the state of their hands, and she was determined that hers would not betray her. Whenever she pushed her glasses up her nose, she imagined that someone was inspecting her fingernails.

She leaned her face closer to the text and blew the residual dust clear of the page. Yes, that was what she was looking for.

…After she had given birth to my son, she left me. It was terrible, I… there was nothing I could do, you understand?

Nothing. She was more beautiful than I could stand, she was… Have you ever seen? By the stars…

“What happened after your son was born?”

She took him back! She flashed like a star and vanished back into the Circuitrine nebula…

Pulling a little pocket-sized book out of her pocket and dropping it onto the desk next to the confession, she pressed its wrinkled pages flat and started to leaf through it. It was a copy of the Legend of Hourian, the story of an ill-fated inquisitor who had fallen in love with an eldar princess. Perceptia read out loud from the last page: “After the terrible and beautiful child was born — an unholy creature of exquisite form — the princess cradled him in her arms, with her eyes full of tears. She looked up at Hourian for a fraction of a moment, her sadness written deeply in her eyes, and then she vanished, blinking out of existence like a dying star. Though he searched for years without end, Hourian never saw her again.”

“Yes!” said Perceptia, realising that her memory had not let her down. Herod had added the reference to the Circuitrine nebula. It was not much of a lead— the name of a system hidden in the ramblings of an insane, senile old inquisitor lord who had died five hundred years ago. It was nowhere near enough to take to Caesurian, but it was certainly enough to warrant further investigation. Interrogation was an art, after all.

[Apart of Deathwatch - Warrior Coven]

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minicritic In reply to HAHA1231312313111313 [2012-10-03 15:55:05 +0000 UTC]

but its heresy in a good way! atleast this place went a little brighter

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Kahru18 In reply to HAHA1231312313111313 [2012-09-27 10:29:35 +0000 UTC]

You sound like someone from the inquisition.

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