>>2388010
Sure was. The writefaggotry inspired the drawfaggotry, in fact.

That was an illustration of a Thousand Sons rubric marine. I forget the title. Long story short, he finds a wounded babe, fixes her, they live long and happy life, she die, he sad, tzeentch just as planned.

Then Drawfaggit disappeared.

here's the next in the set.

>>2388024

succinct.

>>2388022
Do you happen to have a link to the writefaggotry? I could go for a story bout now.

Part 3 of 4.

MOAR!

NOT AS PLANNED

I didn't know you were allowed to be a sensitive pussy after having your mind taken by the warp.

D'awww, look, its my favorite kind of chao-

>>khorne-guardswoman1.jpg
>>khorne

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Blood must flow, but only once a month for three to five days.

and the last part.

>>2388063
Oh wow, didn't even notice OP's pic names.
lol fail.

The only thing related to 40k that tugged on my heartstrings and made me go D'AWWW is the story of the little Sororitas girl who was badly crippled and the Assassin guy who saved her. And then saved her again.
;_;

That, LIVII's well sculpted chin, and Macha (porn).

>>2388074
i lol'd

Thats the same artist as the one who did the Lil' E set

So? Does anyone know the name of the story, have a link, or any clues for me to go on?

I really wanna read this story. The ones that get drawfagged are usually pretty good.

>>2388074
To be fair, if one doesn't spend their nights thinking of bolters and touching themselves, he does look quite a bit like Kharne in the first image.

Can't find the write-faggotry anywhere, which is a shame as it's made of ;_;.

this is such bullshit it makes me feel worse than Love can Bloom sage.

>>2388085
ITT, we make Edward horny.

Ahhh, Thousand Sons. My favorite, fluffwise and crunchwise, part of the game.

I'm a Straying From the Path guy myself.. and Aspiring Drawfag

>>2388112
Such manly stoicism... ;_;
It's inspiring...

>>2388112

#2 is sooooo fucking cute

This thread is deviating.

Well, how about where the stories are kept so I can search too? Is there a giant wiki or something?

>>2388104
>>2388051

BAWWW I HATE WIMMINZ

What ever happened to a day in the life 40k

>>2388072
No, you missed the TRUE last part.
The girl dies and the Cubix Marine is mourning at her grave.

I have the pic, but my files are a mess right now ... I'll post later if I can stop playing RA3.

It'd suck to be a Rubric... unable to ever be warm or to feel. Truly immortal, and forever alone.

Heres a little related art while I look for that last one

Heres the last one

>>2388341

>>2388241
Got some more of that too

>>2388364
Found another one as well

Anyway, moar real world 40k T___T

>>2388427

Damn this artwork is great.

Can no1 find the story? Wikichan has been dead for ages, ED is worthless, and lurkmore doesn't have anything /tg/ related. And suptg is too massive to search without some kind of guidance.

Please, ancientfags? Please?

>>2388480
>no1
>ED

must not rage...

>>2388498
I said ED is worthless, not that I go there all the time.

I only went there in the foolish hopes that they had some stories beyond copypasta and holders series.

>>2388480

I tried but didn't find anything. Did find this though.

>>It appears the Emperor's original intention was to use Magnus to seal the gate using the Golden Throne, as he was the only psychic being in the Imperium other than the Emperor who could withstand the energies needed for any length of time. However wires were crossed and by the time Russ arrived at Prospero he believed he was under instructions not to capture Magnus, but to kill him. The Wolves took Prospero by surprise and totally sacked it, the Thousand Sons putting up a desperate defence. At a crucial moment in the conflict Russ confronted Magnus and broke his spine- Magnus believed then that the Emperor had betrayed him and that all was lost, and cried out in despair. His cry was answered by Tzeentch, who offered the Sons salvation if they would renounce the Emperor. Magnus immediately agreed and he and all the Sons were sucked off Prospero into the Warp.

>>When they re-emerged later in the Heresy they were fully-fledged servants of the God of Change.

>>2388480

Its probably been lost to time...

>>2388786
Well nuts.

Oh well. Thanks for all your help, and the additional pics!

The name of the story was Dust something...
Either "Dust and Soul" or "Dust in the Wind", I'm not sure which one though...

Any moar Tzeentch themed sweet art?

Well I do have some excellent self-portraits.

>>2388471
Where's the Imperial guardsman?

>>2390608
He got promoted to be a space marine instead of a shitty guardsman.

Is dat sum Tzeentchian Warp Rider?
>>2390540

sniff

Nothing like looking at those then reading Tokyo Red Hood to seriously fuck up your head.

are those frome the story about the 1K son who gets stranded on a planet, rescues a woman, falls in love with her, stays the same while she gets older and eventually dies, JUST AS PLANNED?

>>2391551
Man. I wish I could read this story...

ITT: you baw you lose

post story?

>>2391666
I lost T.T

I lost HOURS ago

>>2391551

I remember reading that writefaggotry and crying like a punkass bitch.

SOMEONE has to have this writefaggotry.

I looked through my archives, but I couldn't find the story, sorry.

But I did find THIS little gem...

For the briefest time on Biel-Tan there was peace, though to the militant Eldar of this particular Craftworld peace was but the period where one prepared for more war. While the myriad of citizens followed their paths for the betterment of society, and as the seers sat musing over the things to come, the Aspect Shrines of Biel-Tan continued their constant training.

In the Shrine of the Dance Through The Enemy's Grasp, Warp Spider Exarch Parieth (although not so much the name of the warrior as the name of the armour he wore in battle, the identity he had become) over-saw his students in their exercise. Able warriors all, Parieth merely kept their skills honed as they performed leaping drills while blindfolded, reinforcing the need to trust their senses beyond sight when the cacophony of battle enveloped them at the end of a warp-jump. Theirs was the most dangerous path, many claimed by the powers of the warp by a mistimed jump as much as felled by the enemy they faced in the material realms. Precision was key, courage was mandatory.

"Kilell! Do not land so flatly! Keep your momentum least you appear as a sitting target!" the Exarch shouted, pacing the room as he watched his students. To Parieth these moments between battles were the most painful torture he could conceive. His senses were dulled when the smell of blood and the screams of falling enemies were far away, and though he distracted himself tending to his shrine the warrior simply desired to wage war, to lose himself further on the path that he could never leave.

At last the drills ended, and the exarch directed his Aspect Warriors to tend to the shrine's weapons and armour, and then meditate. Once the students had left, Parieth finally turned to regard the one whom he had sensed enter during the drill some time before.

"Long has it been since you walked this path then turned from it, as you did from all paths you strode" the exarch intoned as the other Eldar stepped into the light, "What brings you here Barenesh, Autarch of Biel-Tan?"

"Although you taught me all you could in this Aspect, Parieth, your wisdom could yet guide me further" Barenesh responded. Clasping their hands to the other's wrist, then parting and slapping one another on the left shoulder the pair of warriors completed a wordless greeting as brothers-in-arms, the closest thing an Exarch like Parieth would consider a friend.

"Tell me then, what this warrior of Khaine may yet teach you" Parieth smiled, directing the Autarch to sit with him upon the floor of the shrine and share his problem. Once seated it still took Barenesh a moment to bring the words he sought to his lips, and even then when they took form they came with a caution the Exarch immediately picked up on.

"You recall the reclaiming of Isha's Heart from the forces of the Ruinous enemy, Parieth?" Barenesh started, staring at his clasped hands as slumped forwards. Isha's Heart was a great and important battle for the Eldar of Biel-Tan. The minions of Khorne had laid claim to a sacred maiden world, and desecrated a shrine upon it that recalled the existence and death of one of the fallen pantheon of their kind. Barenesh had been a part of it, a pivotal part in the victory in fact.

The Autarch bowed slightly before beginning his tale, telling his old teacher of his mixed feelings of joy and sorrow for victories won and lives lost, and of the guilt that comes with commanding others who die. These things had once more come about at the end of their war over Isha's Heart, and with it came the additional tension of being in the presence of the Phoenix Lord Fuegan as he prepared to leave once more for the webway. The two had discussed the battle, and never had Barenesh been more intimidated than he had when faced by the intense way the Fire Dragon spoke and moved. The very air had become stale and dry, and looking at the Phoenix Lord almost impossible as the Autarch constantly found his eyes drifting towards the painfully bright runes that writhed upon the relic weapon he bore.

It was with some relief that Barenesh saw Fuegan at last to the webway chambers so that he could continue his endless journey hunting the enemies of the Eldar, but then that emotion was crushed when their journey was interrupted.

"Farseer Macha" Barenesh spoke the name almost as a sigh, and placed a hand to his forehead, "I can only assume she sought to find someone capable of out-doing her sister's partner, for immediately she was upon him like a spider winding its prey in further strands of its silk"

Although known for her increasing lack of sense upon the Craftworld, Farseer Macha had yet still enough sense not to overtly attempt seduction on Fuegan the moment their paths crossed. She had appealed instead to the warrior's spirit and spoke to him at length of warfare, and managed to intrigue the near-immortal hero enough for them to move on to a more secluded area to continue their discussion. Barenesh had been utterly ignored by the Farseer, something he had gotten used to as the woman went on her relationship benders.

What the Autarch knew next of the incident was from another seer present in the Hall of Chimes and Stars, a place where an Eldar could but for a moment sit and contemplate the stars about the Craftworld whilst tasting one of the Eldar's immaculate wines. It was there Macha had managed to drag Fuegan, bringing enough drink to knock out a green-skin along with some food. Barenesh had not believed what he'd been told at first because of what he and most other Eldar knew of the Phoenix Lords, and the Seer's description of Macha offering food and drink to Fuegan seemed almost incomprehensible. What made even less sense was Fuegan accepting the offers, opening the mouth of his helmet only (much to Macha's disappointment) and drinking great quantities of the offered alcohol (much to Macha's delight).

"She was trying to get Fuegan, Phoenix Lord of the Fire Dragons, the Burning Aspect of Kaela Mensha Khaine -drunk- in order to coerce him into swearing an oath of infatuation and devotion to her so she could marry him and one-up her sister" Barenesh explained, and even Parieth could not hide his disbelief. "Were that the depth of her foolishness I wouldn't have minded. It was destined to fail and the embarrassment would be less... but she matched him drink for drink"

To attempt to match one who simply could not get intoxicated in any manner was where the Farseer's already doomed plan spiralled out of control. Either amused, confused or merely curious Fuegan allowed Macha to become utterly drunk without explaining his unique constitution, and then attempted to help her back to her quarters. Almost utterly incoherent and having lost sight of her original plan to snare a husband through the wobbly haze of the drink Macha's plan became utterly perverted, as did her mind.

Upon reaching her quarters Fuegan made to leave, but yet somehow Macha had convinced him otherwise. She had, according to Fuegan, declared she had a hold he had no chance of breaking in a million years, and being a warrior who backed down from nothing he had accepted the challenge and entered her living area (and then her bedroom). This is where the final part of the rapidly running downhill run of the story began, and Parieth watched as the Autarch ran his fingers through his own hair out of anxiety.

"May the gods strike me down if I am false, but Parieth she did indeed have a hold that any normal warrior would have struggled to break..." Barenesh began with wide eyes locked on his old teacher's face, "I do not know how she managed it but she breached his armour with her powers, and rent off his armour's crotch while kneeling in front of him. Were he a lesser entity she would have debauched herself for him"

It was not to be though, as Macha had in her zeal forgotten that although a Phoenix Lord was a warrior without peer, they were also a warrior without a physical body. The Farseer had but only a split second to see the star-fire of the soul energy swirling inside the armour before all the food and drink Fuegan had ingested in the preceeding hours that had collected in his codpiece splattered all over face in a messy and disgusting smelling mush.

"Shortly after that I was alerted to the sounds of yelling in Macha's quarters" Barenesh sighed once more, "I entered swiftly and had found a table nearby ablaze... Fuegan had set down his axe after Macha's 'unbreakable hold' had failed, and declared with a laugh he'd show her a real one. I believe it was a step-over-toe-hold-face-lock. By the time I'd arrived she'd been in the hold for five minutes and was foaming at the mouth"

Silence reigned for the next few moments, and Parieth took that as a sign that the story had ended. It was difficult to believe, and even harder for the warrior to imagine considering the path he trod himself.

"So tell me, Barenesh... what do you wish to ask of me? This... 'incident' seems beyond my realm of expertise. I know this Farseer is a source of frustration and attraction for you, but beyond that-" The Exarch was stopped by Barenesh suddenly grasping his shoulders with both hands, and the next words from the Autarch came as a whisper as though from a being that has seen the horrors of the universe and was now remembering them as he spoke.

"They're still in the hold, Parieth. They have been so for two months and he's not letting go"

The citizens of Biel-Tan never again knew peace.

This is the life of one of the Thousand Sons. He has no name, no more than he has a body. He has nothing. In nearly all aspects, he is nothing. He does as he is bidden, fights where he is led, follows his orders, finding nothing of value or satisfaction in doing so, nothing to give his existence worth. Years turn into centuries, as he moves through them like a machine; life, barely worthy of the name.
Then, in the most unlikely of places, he finds something that surprises him. In the charnel ruins of a world of the Imperium, a world that has fallen under the scourge of Chaos, he finds a soul like his own; a young girl, wounded, near death, having lost everything she held dear.

He feels something new. He feels pity. From some inexplicable place in the depths of his mind, he feels the urge to protect her. He is strong, this Son; strong enough to guard her against the darkness, strong enough to save her life when hope seemed lost. He cares for her as she recovers from her injuries, and despite his inability to communicate, she slowly realizes that he is genuine, that means her no harm, that there is no underlying fiendish plot. Gradually, the caring that he feels for her is returned.

And so, together they build an island of joy in a sea of horror. They find happiness, love, and it seems as if they have escaped from the cares of the galaxy. For a time. For there is one flaw in their love; the Son is ageless. The human is not. The girl grows to a woman.

The woman grows old.

Finally, after decades together, time claims what cannot be denied. She dies, peacefully, her last words "I love you so." Her soul rejoins the Warp, after a life better than many in this dark age. And the Son must go on, alone, with only the memory of his time of joy, tainted now by the agony of losing that which he loved. The Son must go on, forever.

>>2393124
n his mind's eye he sees the future set out for him; a barren path stretching into the ages. With the passive resolve of an automaton, he rebels.

He makes no declaration, does nothing to announce his silent revolt. The fingers of his gauntlets feel for the seals of his armour, fused shut for ten thousand years. They won't open. His armour has become a coffin, what remains of the man buried alive to fight and obey for all time.

And yet... He remembers the time he crushed the armoured head of a loyalist marine on Badab VI. His fingers constrict around his neck, buckling and snapping the airtight seals, the might that made him invaluable as a slave now setting him free.

The Thousand Son removes his helmet and stares up at the stars with his own eyes for the first time in ten millenia. Only his eyes have long since turned to dust. Without the lenses of his helmet to see the world through, he sees the warp, the winds of chaos, and on them a delicate, luminous wisp of soul, its warmth and decades of quiet contentment so unpalateable to the daemons of the gods of chaos that the fierce predators of the warp flow around it like oil and water.

It's her.

The armour clatters to the ground, and with an inaudible sigh, the dust within is carried away on the winds.

>>2393125
Where did the sorta happy ending come from? I only remember the first post.

>>2393124
>>2393125

Every damn time. Chills. And then theres that urge to cry like a bitch.

>>2393164
I liked it

>>2393125

SINGLE. TEAR

>>2393164
It was tacked on in a repost if I recall correctly.

>>2388010
what is this suptg you speak of?

>>2393206
/tg/ archiving website with a cancerous irc channel.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/

>>2393222
nice. many thanks anon.

>>2393095
I don't get it... (possibly because i know nothing about eldar fluffwise)
Explanation please?

>>2393222

cancerous is an understatement. They made RMD a mod for christs sake.

However, the archives, resources and paintchat are good

OP here.

Goddamn how is this thread still alive? BUT THE STORY!

Many thanks anon. And the Macha story was also amusing. I wonder what they're doing while she's trapped?