Veteran of the Great Crusade

One of the billions soldiers who devoted his whole life to serving Mankind and the Emperor

Sargon Eregesh Second of the Ezekarion

Sargon Eregesh was a member of the Word Bearers Legion who was born on Colchis and became a Chaplain of the Brazenhead Chapter. He took part in the Horus Heresy and fought in the Battle of Terra, where he suffered a grievous Plasma Weapon wound that left him unable to speak, but he continued to telepathically communicate through a reanimated corpse. 

After the Traitors were defeated and fled into the Eye of Terror, Sargon disowned the teachings of Lorgar and became a servant of Abaddon. During the subsequent Legion War, Abaddon dispatched Sargon to gather reliable allies for his coming war against Fabius Bile and his clone of Horus. Sargon succeeded in finding Falkus Kibre, Lheorvine Ukris, and Iskandar Khayon and giving them the location of both Abaddon and the Vengeful Spirit before being caught in an ambush by the Emperor’s Children. Sargon survived the battle against the Emperor’s Children and continued to serve Abaddon into the 1st Black Crusade and rose to become a Lord-Prelate of the Black Legion.

Falkus Kibre, First of the Ezekarion.

Falkus Kibre, nicknamed Widowmaker, was a Captain of the Luna Wolves/Sons of Horus’ First Company. Today, he is Black Legion warrior, Commander of the Aphotic Blade, servant of Abaddon the Despoiler. One of the founders of the Black Legion.

Abaddon the Despoiler. Death to the False Emperor!

Ezekarion part 1: Ezekyle Abaddon. Image of Abaddon from the “Black Legion” book series.

The Kharn Stole Christmas!

Argel Tal and Xaphen on the ruins of Monarchy

Fel Zharost, Chief Librarian of the Night Lords

Evolution of Horus Lupercal

Three different versions of the Primarch Horus, from different times. Horus Lupercal, Horus Warmaster, and Horus The Arhi Traitor.

Dark Apostle Erebus

Glowy Ferrus and Fulgrim

I’m still on the glowy-pic-roll. And since @relax-and-read-on had this neat little headcanon-post for their AU for those two guys yesterday, I could put my evil powers of 80s neon to good use.

Victorian Warhammer Alternate Universe - Second batch of the Primarchs.

And here are the texts @sonofdorn-vii wrote for them:

(making a cut because very long post)

Guilliman, the fire-chief
Station Officer Guilliman is an exceptional firefighter. A solid rule follower, Young Rob decided not to join his father in the army, instead has devoted himself to helping others. Fire Station Thirteen is run with clockwork efficiency, though his men are occasionally sneered at behind their backs for seeming so eager to please him. When alone, Guilliman laments always feeling late to the party, and wishes perhaps he could be more proactive in preventing disaster from striking in the first place, rather than just cleaning up the mess.

Corvus
Known to the authorities only as ‘The Raven’, Corvus Corax is a wanted man. A coal miner since early childhood in the deepest pits of Yorkshire, Corvus has seen first hand how the class system benefits the rich at the expense of the working poor. After discussion of forming a workers union lead to the murder of his father at the hands of the mine owner, Corvus vowed that the system would change, even if it must be forced to. Since then, he has committed many acts of sabotage; generating fear and disgust among the richest land owners and is wanted by police forces across the Kingdom

Alpharius/Omegon
Alpharius Omegon is a poor bootblack, plying his trade on the streets of Cardiff. Good at his job; liked, but unnoticed by most of his wealthy patrons, Alpharius has learned that overheard information is often far more valuable than his physical skill for a man who knows how to use it. Alpharius Omegon is also a wealthy shipping magnate, based in Cardiff Docks, who’s uncanny knowledge of his competitor’s business dealings have often given him an advantage over them in bidding for contracts. Knowing which rival is addicted to chasing the dragon or who has an unhealthy interest in fresh young cadavers can lead to business opportunities of all kinds…

Lorgar
The Very Reverand Lorgar Aurelian is an Anglican minister from the Home Counties. Once a young military padre, he left the service after several tours of Darkest Africa, having seen great and terrible deeds done in the name of the King. His easygoing and approachable manner make him instantly likable, while his small stature leave him unitimidating to those who encounter him. His work with war orphaned boys on the streets of London have earned him many unquestioningly loyal followers, stirred into righteous action by Lorgar’s inspiring sermons and prolific writings.

Vulkan
Foreman Victor Vulkan runs one if the many forges in the county of South Yorkshire. His affinity with molten metal has lead him to no small fame across the country as a weapons manufacturer, as well as a significant contributor to the railway network of the Kingdom. Young Vulkan was adopted by his father, a Yorkshire Steelworker, from the West Indies and studied in the Steel City of Sheffield. They also travelled together to Essen in the Ruhrgebiet and as far afield as the Empire of Japan learning new and old smithing techniques. His jovial manner and support of his men and their families lead him to aid in the formation of one of the country’s earliest Trade Unions. The colour of his skin, unusual in the Kingdom, has lead less enlightened citizens to be wary of him but his booming laugh and kindly nature immediately puts those he encounters at ease…

Lion
Mr Lionel Johnson hails from the ex colony of North America. His blonde hair, dazzling white smile and genial manner make him a perfect guest at dinner parties this season. When you’re noticed by 'The Lion’ it feels like the sun is shining on your face, like you’re the only one in the room. His tales of the West are fascinating to Europeans, earning him much attention and favour with the stuffy British establishment, however HIS part in these tales is always unclear. He wears a pair of six shooters on his hips and those lucky enough to witness a demonstration are dumbfounded by his superb skill. Some say he is late of the US Cavalry, and learned his trade hunting Natives for sport, some say he’s a small town Sheriff, used to being the Law wherever he goes. Where he actually acquired these weapons and the affinity he has with them is a question of much debate in Society, however his real past is currently cloaked in mystery…

Perturabo
Perturabo is a prussian architect of astounding skill. His cathedrals and palaces cover the Kingdom and beyond, preferred of all the aristocracy of Europe. His wonderous creations however belie his cold and calculating mind. His visions, though of great beauty, are the product of his intense desire to be recognised as the best in his field, serving only his own advancement. The artistry involved is merely a tool to be used, a way of gaining recognition. He feels nothing for his creations, most of them he’s never seen beyond the drawing board, discarding as many as one in ten as substandard to his exacting specifications. His ultimate goal is unclear, but his need to ingratiate himself with the elite of Europe, by any means necessary, is a powerful motivator…

Khan
Jaghatai Khan claims to have the fastest ships in the known world. Marked with his personal Lightning Sigil, his cutters ship linen from India, ink from China and coffee from the West Indies at record breaking speeds. Using his considerable resources, Jaghatai can import the best feeds and supplements to support his other passion; horse racing. From imbibing ginger to twitches made from whalebone, he’ll try anything to make his horses faster. A thoroughbred from his own personal stables, White Scar, will compete against the King’s horse, Custodian, at Cheltenham in the spring. Little is known about how a poor boy from the steppes of Asia became one of the most powerful Trade Envoys in the world, but any that meet him are immediately charmed by his amiable nature. Generous with time and coin, the Great Khan, as he’s named in quiet whispers, has made quite the impression in Society circles, even catching the eye of a certain notorious Viscount on occasion…

Mortarion
Timothee Mortarion is a respiratory specialist at St Barts in London. After his brother died of complications due to Asthma, young Mortarion dedicated his life to science. Using cutting edge (literally) methods, the serious young doctor has developed techniques using inhalation of various aerosolised substances to strengthen and enhance the lungs of many young homeless patients. His success rate is the cause of some debate in the medical community however, his cures seem to kill as many unfortunates as they save…

I’ll repost the first batch with their texts (not all of them have texts, since we started giving them backstories a while after I began drawing. but I’m sure my wonderful wordsmith-friend will write something up for the missing ones, too).

I’m fun at parties, I swear!

Space Wolves can read. Yes, all of them. Even the serfs. For real.
The term “Fenrisian Runes” should be proof enough of a written language (or that Russ wrote books). Or is Lorgar now also illiterate because he uses “Colchisian Runes”? And even if then comes “but, but not a letter/syllabary like High Gothic!” …. Prospero has hieroglyphics. Does that mean Magnus has also lost the ability to read?
And even if you twist and turn - it’s impossible to lead a fleet of monstrous warships in coordination with each other and the fleets of the other Primarchs through a galaxy-wide crusade without being able to read! Hololithe. Cogitors. Anything supplied by the Mechanicum. The cockpit of any transport or fighter. Simply everything is inscribed and needs writing. How would illiterate Astartes solve this? Behind every fighter pilot a serf who dances the labels of the icons to him? Must all communication be verbal? Or everything with battle signs? And even if Space Wolves avoid wearing helmets whenever possible - they make use of the HUD. And I highly doubt they have the audiobook-version of the Mark IV-helmet, that reads everything to them.
Ah, Occam’s Razor and all that.

Yeah, that were a lot of words for “I’m a hypocrite and draw what I want but I get mad at people inventing illiterate Space Wolves”.

The Victorian Warhammer-Alternate Universe: Mr. Jaghatai Khan

The Khan concludes the Primarchs. Now I’ve drawn each one of them for this setting and I’ll post them together soon. I really love this AU and I hope I can continue drawing stuff for it. At least one of the Captains is already planned (I’m working with an Imperial Fist-guy here, so it’s obvious who it’ll be. )

And that’s what @sonofdorn-vii gave me for Jaghatai:

Jaghatai Khan claims to have the fastest ships in the known world. Marked with his personal Lightning Sigil, his cutters ship linen from India, ink from China and coffee from the West Indies at record breaking speeds. Using his considerable resources, Jaghatai can import the best feeds and supplements to support his other passion; horse racing. From imbibing ginger to twitches made from whalebone, he’ll try anything to make his horses faster. A thoroughbred from his own personal stables, White Scar, will compete against the King’s horse, Custodian, at Cheltenham in the spring. Little is known about how a poor boy from the steppes of Asia became one of the most powerful Trade Envoys in the world, but any that meet him are immediately charmed by his amiable nature. Generous with time and coin, the Great Khan, as he’s named in quiet whispers, has made quite the impression in Society circles, even catching the eye of a certain notorious Viscount on occasion…

Even so Salamanders are the most troubled of all Legions. Or at least that’s my impression. They are so concerned. About so many things.

Except the Pyroclasts, I think. You can’t be concerned about everything when you have permanent access to wrist-mounted hell.

This is the opposite of an Emperor’s-Children-Horrible-T-Shirt. Most likely notsold at Cegorach’s Shack of Shirts.

Bequa Kynska

The famous diva. This is fanart for a fanfiction I really like. If you are into Emperor’s Children, please take a look, you won’t regret it!

As usual, I found it very difficult to draw a woman. I really tried to take into account the subcutaneous fat and generally go more in a less angular direction than I did with the Sisters of Silence (they definitely have virtually no subcutaneous fat and are extremely wiry!).
Maybe I overdid it too.

Stained Glass Primarchs: Alpharius/Omegon

…the Pale Spear-version.

Stained Glass Captains meets Marine Meat Monday: Lord Commander Eidolon

The first Stained Glass Captain should have been Lucius, shouldn’t he?

But I had this idea with the broken ruby-necklace and wanted to draw it. And Eidolon is cool, too. My brain has room for all the angry chaosgoblins and petty (and pretty) bastards in Bad Space.

Next Stained Glass will be Primarchs again!

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