>>73793884
The glass sculptures, litanies and even a food was named after her. Eve amongst her daughters, for once it wasn’t a place filled with testosterone. Much as she loved her sons it was nice to be with the same sexes. Eve spoke with each sister, one of the sisters however fidgeted.

“Is something wrong?”

“Mother… is it alright if I asked something of you?”

Eve felt the glare of the Canoness behind her.

“Of course. What is it?” Eve asked.

“A hug.”

Eve extended her arms. “I see no issues with it.”

There was a singular large gasp from the sisters. Then daughters after daughters Eve had to hug every single one of them. An event that lasted for two days.

But how does this tie in to arch warhammer's campaign to save the hobby?

>>73793908
Who?

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++Terra++
++Imperial Palace++
++000.M42++

Eve noticed a few things strange about Inquisitor Greyfax. Whenever she was around Celestine she acted strange. A little blush here and fidgeting of her Quakers hat. It was at nauseum, to the point that when she asked Greyfax she simply dismissed it. It began to gnaw at her. Nosing in someone’s business was rude, yes. When it regarded that of her daughter it didn’t.

The door of her chambers opened, Greyfax entered the room like a guilty child. Eve tapped on her bed for Greyfax to sit. The bed dipped as the weight of her power armor wasn’t accounted for.

“Is there something you required of me, Empress?”

“Greyfax, does Celestine bother you?”

She almost did a spit take. “N-no. Where did you get that notion, my Empress?”

“You always seem to fidget around her and you sometimes turn red.” Eve answered.

“I was slightly sick, that is all.”

“Everytime you’re around her?” Eve thought for a moment. “Do you talk to her every time you’re on your period?”

“No!” Greyfax cleared her throat. “No, my Empress. I do not speak to her when I am on my period.”

“Then what is it?”

“I… will this stay confidential between us?”

“As long as you’re not going to harm or commit suicide.” Eve answered.

Greyfax hesitated first, her lips parted “I believe I harbor feelings for her.”

>>73794000
(2/2)
Eve gasped then squealed in happiness. Then despaired, then went on to be happy again. It was difficult to believe that she was the Empress that made Chapter Masters kneel before her and stay silent when she rebuked them.

“Why not be honest with her?”

“I cannot.”

“Why?”

“She’s a living saint.”

“And? That doesn’t mean she’s untouchable.”

Eve took a hold of Greyfax’s hand then guided to where Celestine usually resided. Celestine descended from where she prayed the moment she heard her small footsteps. Greyfax panicked.

“My Empress what are you-”

“Greyfax, do you know how old I am?”

“It’ll be heretical of me to assume.”

“I’ve forgotten many things in my life, but my regrets are what I remember the most. ” Eve said wistfully. “I don’t want you to do what I’ve done.”

Celestine descended. “Mother, what brings you here?”

“I was supposed to go on a dinner date with Roboute, but it seems like he’s too busy. So I thought you two would like to take it instead.”

Eve handed over the ticket to Greyfax and tried to walk away fast. If not for the scrupulous eyes of the Inquisitor and the Living saint.

“Why does the reservation ticket say Celestine and Gre-”

“Gotta go now bye!”

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Lurking in anticipation of the girl on girl action with graphic artists depiction

>>73794543
You shouldn't be saying lewd stuff like that Gertrude

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Also lurking in hopes of girl-on-girl action. I promise I didn't just follow Gertrude to stare at her tits.

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I love how Mama5 Anon single handedly brought back the a part of old /tg/, much like the admech threads does from time to time

>>73794846
>Mama5 meets with the Moth abhumans

>mama5 pardoning all of krieg

How many off-topic larp threads do we need?

>>73795165
>oh no I've entered (and bumped) a thread I do not like!

>>73795214
The people have a right to know.

also

>Bumping threads

>>73795165
How many low effort troll threads do we need? Since I count at least five, which is an usually low number for /tg/

>>73795240
We had this discussion last time. Picking fights with multiple anons helps ensure that the thread stays on the board while OP is busy, since even if you use sage, no one else is.

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(Part 1/2)
++Terra++
++Imperial Palace++
++000.M42++

Finding a tall Eldar was a feat that was more difficult than thought. Most likely, she preferred to be unseen. Even so Eve scoured the grounds of the Imperial Palace to find the eldar. She was going to find her no matter what. Eve peeked at the corner to see Guilliman and Yvraine speaking to one another, both in their serious expression. An argument? Lover’s quarrel? The talking stopped, they both stared at the corner where Eve hid.

“Mother?” Roboute called.

Eve peeked out of the corner then tried to be graceful in her movement, if not rather impatient. Her gold weaved dress shined under the lights. Even that didn’t help her excited look that she tried to hide.

“Son.” Eve greeted back. “Yvraine, may I speak to you in private?”

Yvraine and Roboute exchanged a glance of confusion. Even now Yvrained found it difficult to think that the tiny woman was most likely the oldest person in all of the Imperium.

“Is something the matter, mother?” Roboute asked.

“No, it’s just that it’s a girls thing.” Eve explained. “Yvraine, to my chambers?”

“As you wish…”

Eve led her to her chamber, it was dimly lit and on a red carpet there were multiple baby items. A wooden and gold trimmed cradle, a rattle, and clothes knitted by Eve herself.

“Surprise!” Eve shouted.

“Surprise?”

“Well… I know you and Roboute are close so I thought I’d get you some gifts.” Eve announced. “What do you think?”

“Empress, is that what you thought between Guilliman and I?”

“You’re not?” Eve asked, her smile faltered. “I thought you two were together.”

“That is… a matter I cannot answer yet.” Yvraine replied.

“Yvraine, do you realize how old I am?” Eve questioned.

“An estimated amount only.”

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>>73795911
“When I began to discover my immortality I used to collect mementos of those I knew. To remember them by.” Eve carefully explained. “Don’t you want that too? As a woman?”

“Do you assume Guilliman will perish?”

“I pray that he won’t, but the future is uncertain. Having a child can be a rewarding experience.” Eve said.

“With all due respect, Empress. It only sounds like you want grandchildren.”

“That too.” Eve admitted sheepishly. “Trust me, I heard the first time doesn’t hurt. You’ll be fine.”

Yvraine laughed, louder than she should have. “You heard? My Empress, are you a vir-”

“ANYWAYS, yes Yvraine. I’m old, and before I perish with time I would like to see some grandchildren.” Eve eyed Yvraine. “Fertile hips, bountiful chest. You look so darling as well. My grandchildren will look so adorable! Will you at least consider it?”

“I will, if you will answer my question.”

“Hm?” Eve tilted her head.

“Are you?”

Eve groaned as she hung her head, as to not show her face. “Yes.”

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++Terra++
++Imperial Palace++
++000.M42++

Tradition or protocol? Either way, this was a waste of time for her. The litanies chanted for hours by now and the smell of incense only made her head light. Out of thousands of gowns she hated wearing there was the oldest one, the first gown she has worn in her first meeting with the Emperor of Mankind. Eve solemnly stayed still as the Sisters of Silence dressed into her gown. Eve descended the stairs.

The Golden Throne. This was now her second time meeting the Emperor of Mankind. It was a pitiful sight. A man once being the most powerful being of humanity, now reduced to a pathetic corpse, clinging to a sword that he once wielded. The intrusive psychic power graced inside her head. The corpse spoke.

“Ironic, now I am in slumber and you are leading the Imperium. You are awake and now you lead the Imperium.” The Emperor said bitterly.

“Ironic, maybe. This is a tragedy.” Eve replied with the same level of bitterness.

“What made you return? You were content were you not?” The Emperor asked.

“Blinding myself with a different life is just a false happiness.” Eve replied. “I can’t neglect the Imperium now. My sons need me, and I will fulfill my duty.”

“Then it is your duty to salvage what I have lost, then eliminate the wayward weapons of mine.” The Emperor commanded.

“You speak of your sons-”

>>73799901

“No, not my sons.” The Emperor interrupted. “They’re no longer my sons, not anymore. It was my mistake to make a bond and that bond has crippled me and my Imperium.”

“I am not killing our sons.”

“You think you can bring them to redemption?” The Corpse Emperor question with venomous regret. “They are broken.”

“Then I will fix them. They are our sons.”

“It will cost your life. The Imperium clings on to the beating heart that is you. Without it, the Imperium will collapse.”

“We will see then.” Eve replied. “I will do what I can do to bring them into your light. I only hope that you will forgive them.”

OP here, I know I placed "End" on the last thread but honestly I ended it because I was tired of it. I'm going to end this story properly. I apologize.

>>73799901
>>73799924
Why did i read Emperors lines with text to speech device voice.

>>73801054
dammit, now I am too

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++Terra++
++Imperial Palace++
++000.M42++

Eve opened her personal mini-vault. Inside composed of two things. A rosary and a picture of her, Aela and Adreus. Eve held her rosary tightly, one her bed she propped her elbow on the bed then placed her hand together. It’s been months since she began to pray again, how couldn’t she? With the fate of the Imperium on Roboute’s back and him only, everything looked grim under the gold.

“In the name of God of the blessed Trinity, of the father of the holy son and of the holy spirit. Depart evil spirits so they may not corrupt my son. So that they rest and stay vigilant. God, give me the strength to-”

Three knocks interrupted her prayer. Eve quickly placed away her rosary into her vault. It was Roboute, with his ever so stoic expression as well. Eve cleared her throat then dusted herself off.

“Son?” Eve called out.

“Mother, this request you have made.” Roboute paused uncomfortably “I cannot allow this.”

“Roboute, you cannot bear the weight alone. You need your brothers.” Eve pleaded. “I know Perturabo, he wouldn’t have left without a reason.”

“He abandoned the Imperium when they needed him the most. The High Lords will never forgive him.”

Eve went to grab Roboute’s hand, caressing the metal coffin that sealed his hand. Eve didn’t want to believe her compassionate Fulgrim would become a daemon prince.

“You will leave that to me.” Eve reassured. “Roboute, I must see your brothers. I do not take joy in abusing my authority. I will if I have to.”

“The Imperium needs you.” Roboute said.

“I’m just a figurehead to them. You know what was the most common thing I have seen in my time? It was humanity working as one. You cannot bear this alone Roboute.” Eve warned sternly. “

“They’re lost in the Warp. Even you can’t bring them back.”

“I’ll have to try. Please Roboute, trust me.”

“Only under my conditions then.”

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>>73794846
Oh Omnissiah, those were some good times.

Are we supposed to participate in the story? or just watch it unfold.

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hey anons, so I if I ever stop continuing the story please regard "End" as the actual end. Something in real life might come up and I'm afraid I can't finish the story how I want to be.


++Segmentum Obscurus++
++000.M42++

Eve promised that she would give a proper apology to Roboute. Then to Constantin, then to Kitten, then to the Sister of Silence. Having an honor guard accompany her would only bring in attention. She was no warrior, but she knew how to handle a laspistol. She learned enough with her honor guards.

Eve operated the small cargo ship, the most basic model that was the most common. Eve cycled through some of the channels, it was only a few hours before her warp jump. At the Mandeville point she leaned back in her chair. The jump has been calculated. All of her lofty titles were useless. She was a mother, nothing more nothing less.

Among her list the first son she planned to see was Perturabo. According to Roboute, Perturabo left the Imperium along with his sons. Fighting Chaos on his own terms without the assistance of the Imperium. He was last seen fighting Mortarion in the system Sementum Obscurus, with the rumor of defending the planet named Dysactis.

An old phrase resurfaced, “killing two birds with one stone.”

>>73801370
Can someone provide me with context...why does skitarii hangs out with moth lady?

>>73801876
An anon was painting his skittle and a moth stuck around with it. It became his waifu.

>>73801846
Op here, the only reason I wanted to continue it was that I want to tie the loose ends and give a proper end.

I have no idea what's going on in this story

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what is going on in this thread, loyal imperial citizen?

>>73801936
At the bagining there was this whole meeting with Primarchs then it stopped afer Vulkan. Next we had a Sister threat and now we have again Mummy5 threat but afther the Horus Heresy...like we still had the other primarchs.

*Begining

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>>73801876

>>73802114
This is funny

Bump

Bump

where is everybody?

Wat?

>>73803808
Sleeping most likely

Its 5PM in here...o right America...

Is anyone actually following the story?

https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Parchment_and_bolter

If anyone is lost I recommend reading this the ending the writefag thought the ending was rushed which it was so I guess he’s ending it properly

>>73794846
>>73801370
>>73802114
Not only did I find out that the story with 5552 was continued/concluded, but now I find out about this bit of cuteness?

This reminds me of Bee Dreadnought. This is the cute, wholesome shit I love and miss from /tg/.

These are the best threads to grace this board in years Sisters.

FUUUUCK WHY ARE WE NOT HAVING MORE CONVERSATION?! I know we just want to read the story but IF THREADS BEING BUMPED AND DISCUSSED GIVES ANON WRITING POWER, THEN FUCKING DISCUSS!

Mama5 is a fun story and you should feel good about it, write-anon!

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>>73807581
thanks for the bump anon

++Segmentum Obscurus++
++000.M42++

It’s been a while for Eve to travel in warp again. For all that is feared that is the warp the ethereal hue was beautiful in her eyes. In here, somewhere, her sons were there. Lost, but no doubt never afraid. She would see her sons later, the best lead she had was on Perturabo, reported to be in the Segmentum Obscurus sector. Eve ran her hand through the controls, Warp travels were so much easier in the 23rd Millenium.

In her midst of travel thousands of small red glowing eyes flew past her ship, then began to form around her ship. Eve retrieved her laspistol, for what good that would she didn’t know. Having a weapon did ensure her anxiety. However, they didn’t do anything but follow her until she reached the system.

The planet Dysactus was on its full evacuation. Only ships that were on the docks were de-docking and not a single soul had exited the ship. All were entering it instead. The dock officer didn’t bother to check her, not when he was busy procuring his own ships. The level of chaos showed just how far the planet was from the Imperium’s control.

“Hey you there, trader!”

Eve looked toward a direction. By the way he was dressed she was a trader as well. Behind her was a squat and an Ogryn.

“Yes?”

“If you’re trying to sell goods you’re better off leaving. This planet is about to be a fething ground for a war.”

“By the Chaos Space Marines?”

The trader wheezed. “IF YOU KNOW IT WHY ARE YOU UNDOCKING?”

“I need to see someone.” Eve answered. “Do you know a safe space that I can land?”

“You’re joking.”

>>73807935
“Supply and demand. I’ll be the only seller for goods.”

“By the Emperor you’re not joking… this is the safest you’ll get. If the Chaos Space Marines doesn’t get here first that is.”

“If yer done trying to talk sense into that woman, we need to go.” The squat from behind said.

“You must be bravely stupid or stupidly brave. You got a name?”

“HEY MORON! WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!”

The human trader sighed. “Well anyways, if you survive, I’ll buy you a drink. Good luck trader.”

>>73796299
Is no one going to talk about Macha asking mama5 to spare his son for her and she's about to open a can of ass kicking

>>73808288
kek

Can't wait for the meeting of Mama5 and her sons :3

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++Segmentum Obscurus++
++Dysactus++
++000.M42++

After five days, the activities of the docks ceased. The words were that the effects of the Great Rift cause the forces of the Imperium to be stretched thin. If the renegade Iron Warriors and the Chaos Marines were going to grind each other, the Imperium didn’t care. What she knew, the Iron Warriors were technically loyal. Except that they operated on their own terms, and like the Black Templar they refused to follow the Codex Astartes.

Eve waited inside the cockpit, watching a single raven perching on the small storefront. Its eyes were the same as the glowing red eyes in her warp jump. The distant firing of bolters snapped Eve out of her nap. Battle cries of the Iron Warriors echoed, from the cockpit several Space Marines entered the docks. By their color they weren’t the Death Guard. Despite it, Eve hid inside her cockpit. Heavy footsteps of the power armor neared to her ship.

>>73810933
shit's getting tense, keep it up Anon!

Bump

>>73811748
Bump^2

Bump

>>73810933
The heavy footsteps echoed around the cockpit and just about everywhere else. Eve eavesdropped in the brief conversation. Indeed, the Death Guard was here to invade but an interception from another space marine warned the Iron Warriors as they were the closest. The ship’s supplies were meant to be fodder, a package of preserved grox meat and containers of water. Eve peeked out of the window of her cockpit. More Iron Warriors space marines gathered, they began to build fortification around it, no doubt in hopes to occupy it.

Eve wasn’t sure on how she would present herself. First of all, she cut her hair off and wore different clothes. Presentation was everything when it came to looking like an Empress. The Space marines could have been new recruits, and no one has seen her since her ascension. She wasn’t afraid of death, it was what came after it. The door to her cockpit suddenly opened. A space marine stood, aiming his bolter at her.

“Ehrn… hello.”

“Hands above your head and exit this ship.” The space marine commanded.

The cold and pragmatic voice confirmed it to be an Iron Warrior space marine. Eve sighed then exited the ship. Eve was led to a squad veteran sergeant.

“Nomal, why did you stay here, did you not see the evacuation announcement?”

“I needed to see someone.”

“And what right do you think you have to speak to one of us?”

“A moment is all I need. I can’t leave without seeing him. Do I look like someone that can harm the angels of death?”

“No, but you’ll be wasting our time.”

“The Great Artificer of Terra!”

The space marine paused. A human speaking an old and cherished title that only the Iron Warriors knew of.

“How do you know that name?”

>>73814235
OP has returned! Praise be the emperor!

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You know what I miss? Cupbear Anon. His story based

>>73814235
+++Segmentum Obscurus+++
+++Dysactus+++
++Iron Warriors++
+1st Company+
+000.M42+

Doubt was the weakness of the flesh. Hesitation was the weakness of the heart. In all his organic flesh his metallic counterpart couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. When he heard what his veteran sergeant said, he was about to shoot him for thinking uch absurd things. He might as well shoot himself with what he was seeing.

“Forrix, I’m happy to see you well.”

The Space Marine snapped to the sound of voice, bolter raised and finger on the trigger. The crease of his wrinkles that made a scowl froze, it softened then twisted into fear and grimace. Eve remained still, a bolter would kill her but it would just be another death to her. Forrix stepped close with his finger wrapped tighter to the trigger.

“What foul sorcery is this?” Forrix questioned.

“None, it’s your mother Forrix.” Eve answered.

“She is in eternal slumber, protected by the likes of you. Answer me or I will tear you apart.”

Eve took off her coat then folded it, revealing her undershirt, she opened her arms.

“Do it.”

“What?”

“It’s a common knowledge that the Empress was a perpetual.” Eve stated. “If you’re so unsure, kill me.”

Eve closed her eyes and waited. Forrix kept his sight on the human, his doubt swelled within him. Should the daemon release its true forms, he and his battle-brothers were ready.

“Answer this question then. What ancient cities was her museum built with?”

Eve paused. “Alexandria, Rome, and Constantinople?”

Forrix lowered his bolter, nearly collapsed if not for his knee saving him from falling face first. He looked up.

“You've returned... finally."

"I have. After I see Perturabo I believe it's time for you to return to the Imperium. Tell me, has Mortarion arrived to this planet."

He grimly nodded. "Yes."

>>73815608
Cupanon shall live on in our hearts.. but, here's hoping he'll make a return. Also, really enjoying the story so far, keep at it!

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+++Dysactus+++
++Death Guards++
+Mortarion+
+000.M42+

Perturabo, even before his betrayal he knew he was mother’s favorite. He was treated as a pity case. There was no ill will against his mother, he silently revelled when Konrad mangled Monarchia. He didn’t mourn but praised Konrad’s torture of Lorgar. He quietly regretted his death as well. The Imperium was a dying empire, all he was doing was bringing the inevitable.

As Mortarion descended upon the land, infestation and disease followed. His men were riddled with puss and filth. It was ironic, almost funny even. The resilience of toxicity and disease that was known in the Death Guard was now their object of worship. If only mother could see him now... he almost believed in her return.

His scout reported in, as expected there were trenches and artillery. A feeble attempt in holding them back. His sons charged recklessly drunken in their own power. It was not long after that the cracks of the artillery echoed in the distance. It wasn’t that Mortarion hated or was jealous of Perturabo. He was doing a favor for him. Maybe even hoping that he would be a follower of Nurgle.

The grounds shook by the artillery shell, it was mere quake for Mortarion. A mere obstruction of what was inevitable. He readied his power scythe then flew with his marines. If his mother was here, it would be like a family reunion.

Even a perpetual like her wouldn’t survive it. Rather, she wouldn’t die, there were fates worse than death.

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+++Segmentum Obscurus+++
+++Dysactus+++
++Iron Warriors///1st Company+
+Eve+
+000.M42+

A daemon prince of decay. It was a title that made Eve vomit. Mortarion was a quiet son, he rarely talked but showed his affection with action. All those reports were true, she just chose to believe it to be lies, a mistake. Eve sat in the underground of the office for the docks. The basement was filled with low hum of the lights, save for a few muffled cracks of the artillery fire and the shrill cries of the daemons. Eve waited inside for the clear so she could travel to see Perturabo.

Eve wracked what words she was going to say. A simple greeting wouldn’t suffice, not to mention she needed to know why he abandoned the Imperium. Then she realized she needed to convince the High Lords of Terra to allow his return as well. It was subtly gradual. In a couple days or so the bolter fire would grow close then become distant. Occasionally Forrix or his men would check on her, bringing rations and water and checking up on her.

Eve lied on the stiff seats as her bed. The sound of the battle still raged on above. Despite days passing she could never find the right words to speak to her sons. From thoughtful apologies to tearful gratitude to God, none of them fit on what to say to her son.

The fluorescent light flickered on and off, then the light completely died after a quake underground. A loud whirring sound echoed inside the basement as the back up lights activated. All the colors were swallowed by the red light, glowing ominously inside the pitch black hallway. There, a space marine descended, his insignia and colors were cloaked in the red lights eerily.

>>73818897
Op here, as usual any comments or thoughts are much appreciated, big thanks to the anons that bumps the thread since it helps. I seriously miss Cupbearer Anon. His greentext was based. Remember that if I ever fail to continue that “End” is the end. Perturabo and Magnus deserves a happy ending. Thanks for sticking with me this far,

>>73818897
is she gon get dicked

>>73795911
Wait is this the 5552 story? I fell out of the loop if there is a place where they are archived I love to catch up!

Mummy5 have a big butt

>>73819325
https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3

Have fun anon

>>73819812
Do not lewd Mama5

>>73820004
We need a collection of all the pictures too

>>73820762
His Twitter has some

Bump

>>>/qst
/

>>73822572
>>>/trash/

>>73821551
Can someone link his Twitter?

>>73793884
>>>/qst/
and work on your art

Will Mama5 get her pet rock back?

>>73823838
did it ever had a name?

>>73823927
Not that I know of

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>>73823927
>>73824643
you anons can give it a name and I'll choose the one I like
>>73818897

“Empress.”

Eve released that breath that she unknowingly held. It was Forrix, his armor was battered more than before and he carried the charred stench of corpses and metal. Despite, he remained the space marine’s well regarded stoicism. Eve wanted to ask if he was alright, but that would have been a wasted question.

“This dock is secure, there is a thunderhawk transporting supplies and reinforcement. It will take you to my father.”

If a thunderhawk was gigantic for a space marine it was humongous for someone like Eve. The space marines behind accompanied Eve. The sound of the battle was muffled, the occasional shake and tumble. The nervousness equaled that to when the plane she was on crashed the twin towers. There was another shake of the thunderhawk, much more violent than before.

There was weightlessness in the air, then suddenly the gravity shifted violently with an explosion inside the ship following immediately. She didn’t have to be a pilot to know what's going on. Eve closed her eyes, hoping that some metal shard won’t impale her again..

Opening her eyes once more, her body swayed by something. She looked up, one of the space marines held her in his arms. Behind her, she saw the forces of Plague Marines chasing after with Iron Warriors keeping them at bay. Eve was placed inside an abandoned building in the small corner of the city.

“If I do not come back after a day Empress, make for the north. You will find our Primarch.”

The Space Marine did not wait for an answer. Instead he charged back to the battle. Eve curled to her knees, waiting.

>>73793884
1d4chan anon here, always excited to read more of this stuff and add it to the page!

>>73825533
op here, if I don't finish it please tell the reader the "End" will be the end

>>73823282
https://twitter.com/Epiecurus

>>73825560
No problem, page updated

>>73826103
thank you 1d4chanon

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The abandoned ruins of what was once a city echoed with the lonely howls of the wind. What semblance of clothes she had were damaged. Her throat and stomach protested to be filled and quenched. Regardless, she kept on walking north. From the corners of her eyes she saw shuffling humanoid abominations. Eve pretended to not see them as they merely followed her, their slurred words were barely comprehensible.

The shuffling was closer and more of the pox walkers and nurgling followed Eve as more of them appeared. The last of her energy was spent sprinting to whatever building that was standing and hiding in the most deep corner of the building. She burst open the nearest room then hid herself inside the closet. Eve cupped her own mouth as she heard the slow footsteps of the rotting abominations. One of the abominations entered, coughing in between breaths and wheezing like a dying dog.

Eve has seen the atrocity of humanity. Even a few daemons. None however disgusted her more than the walking plague bringers. If the bible asked for the definition of Pestilence, she would’ve shown these creations. Eve prayed with all her might, and as she expected it never worked. The zombie opened the closet and pulled Eve out. Eve rolled, barely dodging the bayonet. Eve ran out of the room and more poxwalkers chased her.

In a split hallway, Eve opened the window, it was five stories tall. Eve closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, then jumped out.

I've just finished reading through the last few threads, some good shit. Keep writing and drawing, don't let the haters grind you down and remember - for every person who comments in the thread, there will be a dozen more who read it and lurk while being no less appreciative of your writing.

>>73827587
One of those dozen lurkers, can confirm. Keep it up, OP!

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>>73827587
>>73827768
thank you for the kind bumps and encouragements anons!

Also the pet rock's name is now Cuppy in honor of cupbear anon

The wet crunch of her leg snapping squeezed out a howling cry from Eve. Tears ran from her face as she did her best to cope with the pain. She wasn’t a warrior, pain was pain to her. She wiped her tears and waited for her legs to heal. Once she did she began to drag her body. Hiding rubble to rubble, Eve sneaked her way north. She had to thank whatever powers above that she didn’t get caught between the time that she died of hunger and thirst.

As she delved deeper in the northern territory the poxwalkers disappeared. Instead Plague Marines and Plaguebearers scoured the rubbles. The stench worsened and the incessant buzzing of the flies intensified. Eve contained her coughs, until the last one. She coughed into her hand, now covered in blisters and ooze painted with dark red blood. She traced her hand around her face with just as much sickening bumps.

It was the Black Plague but intensified. Each step became more difficult, she leaned on to the wall, her vision became darker and darker as her face swelled. The fluid from the melting lungs overtook her breath, it popped like a balloon soon. Vomit and blood flooded out of her mouth as she collapsed to the floor.

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++Death Guard///Chaos Undivided+
+Typhus+
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It was amusing. The rumor of her return wasn’t a lie. He wanted to see how the Word Bearers would react. Typhus had to admit, the woman was resilient. The gift of Nurgle dissipated as her body regenerated her flesh. For a fragile human corrupting her was a task that he didn’t expect to be this difficult. He remembered a quaint conversation. “Black Death”, that was the name he remembered of a disease she remembered catching over and over again. That couldn’t possibly be the reason.

A soft moan caught his attention. The chained up “mother” stirred up. As she opened her eyes he sensed her fear swell along with her cognition returning. The cloth covered her mouth. Whatever words she would speak would go on to be ignored. Despite the gag she screamed and squirmed. The chains rattled and the constant muffled cries tested his patience.

Typhus reached for his power scythe then swung, only to meet another scythe. The slow and audible breathing filled the silence of the room. Mortarion only gave a careless glance to his mother.

“Enough, Typhus. “Mortarion stated. “Your turn is over.”

“You dare stop the Plague Father’s work?” Typhus questioned angrily. “I have embraced Nurgle’s gift more than you, Mortarion. You cannot command me like you did in the past.”

“Do you test me?”

The blade of the two scythes grinded, dull sparks spewed. Typhus growled but retracted his scyther back. Mortarion gently removed the gag.

“Mother…”

>>73831468
Things are ramping up a lot, can't wait to see where this goes

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>>73823291
>>>/trash/
and work on not gobbling so many cocks.

>>73832666

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>>73833120
almost impressive

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Mortarion released the shackles as Typhus exited the room. Eve didn’t want to believe it, yet here he was. The mask was glued to his face, covered by tattered cloth. Even kneeling he was still too tall for his mother. Eve stretched her hand to touch his face, only to be denied by Mortarion turning his head away. A tear rolled down from the corner of Eve’s eyes. Eve forcefully took her hand to turn his face in her direction.

“Why do you look away from me?’

Mortarion answered in silence. Eve shouted again and again only to be replied with the sound of the respirators.

“I’ve failed you.”

“You’ve made a mistake.” Eve corrected. “Mortarion, come back with me. You will be welcomed back.”

“By you. I am branded a daemon prince. It cannot return the way it was in the past, mother.” Mortartion replied bitterly. “I’m sorry. I cannot turn back now.”

His hand went around his mother’s head, then to her neck. The lightest pressure already began to choke Eve. The armor clad hand squeezed her neck tighter. He continued despite the tears flowing through her bloodshot eyes.

>>73834565

“Morta-”

An audible snap echoed and Eve’s body stiffened for only a moment before falling like a stringless marionette. Mortarion examined her body, as expected there was a wooden rosary with her. Only few of her sons knew of her hesitant cling to her faith.

‘Our Father, who art thou in Heaven, hallowed be thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this our daily bread; and forgive us our tresspasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Give my sons the strength to continue, give my dear son, Mortarion endurance to fight another day.’

Mortarion bitterly recited the phrase inside his head. It was Perturabo, Angron, Konrad, Vulkan and himself that prayed with her. It was odd, millenia later and he remembered every word. It wouldn’t be long until she would regain consciousness, his brother regenerated much faster from a deadlier wound. Mortarion walked into the open battlefield where he knew Perturabo was there as well. In the protection of his Plague Marines and daemons, he lifted the rosary high in the air.

>>73793884
fuck off to your containment board
>>>/qst/

>>73834744
Why aren’t Jumpchain and CYOA also banished to /qst/? Seems like they belong there more than this does.

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>>73834744
This is a perfectly on-topic thread on the correct board, you should try being less gay in the future

>>73834820
it's literally an interactionless quest
>>>qst

>>73834852
Quests are defined by interaction. This is 40k fiction, which makes it /tg/ content.

>>73834770
They should be as well

>>73834876
Well, chase them off first and then we can Deal with these threads (if they even still exist )

>>73834911
I can do both

hasn't there been plenty of story thread here too? It also has 3 previous threads and it wasn't taken off

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As alwaysm thank you for following my story. Comments are always appreciated. Also, if the thread died I'll make another one.

+++Segmentum Obscurus+++
+++Dysactus+++
++Iron Warriors++
+Perturabo+
+000.M42+

Like all Primarchs, save for Angron perhaps, emotion was a tertiary thing. However, among the emotion rage was the easiest to use. None of his brothers were immune to it. Not Jaghatai and not even Lion’El was immune to it. To Perturabo, rage was a measured tool with hate as an amplifier. In this moment however, the fury within him flared uncontrollably. Sending his sons to a blind charge was a vain strategy.

Mortarion awaited in the empty field holding his mother’s rosary like a trophy. Perturabo picked up his hammer. He didn’t expect his brother to use such tactics. He loved his mother. However, the mission always took priority. He taught his men that and he needed to be true to his teachings. The artillery cannons howled shell after shell. His sons laid heavy fire upon Mortarion and the charging demons.

The mines placed took out less than he anticipated. The abomination that was once human and daemons closed in. Once the heavy artillery pummeled the ground no daemon or plague marines survived. Anything that wasn’t shredded by the autocannons were ripped asunder by the chainswords. Perturabo knew the method of the Daemons Prince. Another wave was soon to come.

“Father, we have received contact from a detached squad. They have succeeded.” Forrix reported in.

“Continue the artillery. This was naught but a first wave to test us.”

“If this will go on, we will need reinforcements. Will they arrive on time?”

“They always do. If they received the message they will be here.”

>>73835892
Inb4 black templars

>>73836006
The entire chapter swarms in after the holy mother so she can see that they are all good boys

Did Alpharius tell Mama about the Cabal?

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>>73836181
They’re gonna get a lecture and scolding

>who are you the son of?
>dorn
>you’re kidding me right?

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>>73834917
You can't do shit as you are neither a mod nor an admin. Your incorrect opinion is as worthless as every other anons, so stop trying to pretend you "matter" in any form of the word.

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+++Dysactus+++
++Night Lords++
+000.M42+

There was no deniability that the Night Lords were renegade marines. If they were to return to the fold a penitent crusade was certain. They were traitors, it was only their father, the Primarch, that reigned their sadistic savagery. However, there was a primary target that they slaughter not in glee but wrath. The Word Bearers, the unforgivable marines that made their Night Mother in eternal slumber.

Night Mother, that’s what they called her. In the early days of the Great Crusade she did not show disgust. The Night Mother only nodded solemnly, knowing their necessary evil. Why else was their father loved by his mother? Why did she accept their bloody hands? The Night Mother was not a warrior, an executioner, or even a tactician. She had wisdom to know their purpose, because they knew adjudicators like them existed since ancient times. As their father was embraced by Night Mother, so were they. Until her quench for revenge would be satisfied, no traitors would live.

“For you, Night Mother. For you, Father. We draw blood in your name and your resurrection. We are sons of the Night Mother, we are the Night Lords”

The space marines of the Night Lords recited their old prayer. The drop pod glowed in green. There was more zeal in the Night Lords than the usual. The door to the drop pods opened, the space marines ripped into the closest daemon they could lay their hands on. This was their reunion with their Night Mother. Everything needed to be perfect.

Fucking amazing. Fuck the haters, keep it up anon!

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The roots of Nurgle died in her body. As much as it was painful, Eve was proud to say that she dealt with plagues and disease more times than she wanted to count. That didn’t mean she was healthy at the moment. All of her senses were numb. Her visions were hazy and even the largest sound by now were muffled. Even in her obstructed sight she was certain that she was a tiny creature in a hooded robe staring at her. They looked so familiar too. Not from the movie but they were there.

“The Rock. Your son awaits you.”

It didn’t say but it was a psychic message. Eve wanted to question what the tiny xenos said. Her throat however was still swollen with the rot. Eve blinked again, now seeing two different space marines. Crashing through the flimsy wooden gate. The space marines questioned her, or that’s what it felt like. Every word were filtered out to be mumbles.

The space marines carried Eve as they fired. Even the close sound of the bolter fire barely registered. As she was being carried away she saw Perturabo and Mortarion fighting in a bitter battle. Eve struggled to escape their grip, she tried to speak again but only raspy whispers came out. She was escorted inside a bunker then laid on the ground. Her chest heaved slowly, before the marines left she grabbed their finger.

Her lips moved, wording her son’s name. The helmet hid their reaction, the space marine gently set aside her hand then nodded. Darkness swallowed her vision.

>>73843552
I absolutely love this interpretation of the night lords, it just feels right with how the story's been going

>>>/qst/

>>73848130
If it hasn't been clearly spelled out already, most people in this thread would kindly request you fuck off. This is storytime.

>>73846642

Eve opened her eyes, she saw the gray cracked ceiling. Without hesitation she exited the bunker, she peeked outside to see a war raging on. Among the giants two titans clashed. Eve scurried through the distracted space marines. Being small had its perks as she went unnoticed, even to the damons.

Mortarion’s brute strength and speed clashed against Perturabo’s heavy swing of his hammer. Sparks flew as they crashed. Mortarion was already a formidable opponent in raw strength and power. He was skilled but his true advantage was endurance, everything of him was doubled due to the gift of the Plague Father. Even the Autocannons dent Mortarion’s armor.

Perturabo was cornered to a defense with Mortarion’s attack increasing its power and frequency. The final blow sent Perturabo to fall. The artillery barrage couldn’t stop the final swing of Mortarion’s scythe. Mortarion swung his scythe, but instead of ending Perturabo his mother took the blow. It was as if the battlefield became silent after that moment.

Eve held her eye that was cut, albeit a shallow one. The stinging only tickled her eye, then it intensified. Puss and ooze grew out of her eyes as she screamed painfully, she fell to the floor. Perturabo took the moment of distraction to escape with his mother in his arms. It took all of his will not to kill him there and now. The Night Lords’s ambush from the rear shifted to a pincer movement as they slowly retreated. This planet was lost, no amount of artillery shells and bombing could fix that.

As a final bitter “farewell” to the overwhelming daemon forces, thermal shells incinerated any daemons and plague marines alike. Perturabo and his sons made for a quick retreat after with his apothecary marine following him close behind. It pained him to listen to his mother’s painful scream and worse when she thrashed in her arms. Perturabo never had a disdain for his brother, even after his betrayal. Now, Mortarion had earned that fate.

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+++Segmentum Obscurus+++
++Iron Warriors++
++Cruiser Class, Rebuke++
+Perturabo+
+000.M42+

Perturabo despised retreating. It was a sign of weakness and incompetence. For this moment however, he was perfectly content with his failure. The apothecary reported with a swift revival. He wanted to stay inside the infirmary longer, but pressing matters existed. Perturabo was a Primarch of many skills, born with innate knowledge. Communication varied on who he spoke to. He never imagined he’d use the communication frequency to speak to his brother.

“Roboute.” Pertruabo said.

“Perturabo.” Roboute replied. “I assume mother is with you?”

Roboute spoke as if he expected this conversation.

“She is.”

“I’ll be waiting. You already have permission to dock.”

The call ended there. The low hum of the ship filled the void of silence. The permission was already there. What worried him was what he was going to say. “Greetings brother it’s been a long time”? Perturabo lost himself in his thoughts. Then he didn’t know how to explain his mother’s permanent condition. Out of warp jump they arrived at Holy Terra. The obnoxious gold already irritated him as he docked in. As his sons exited the ship the unmistakable figure approached him.

Perturabo faced Robute.

If Rogal was here it would’ve been a nightmarish family reunion.

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>>73850913
>Then he didn’t know how to explain his mother’s permanent condition.
Oh no

Huh did not realize you decided to continue.

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++Imperial Palace++
++Golden Chamber++
+Perturabo+
+000.M42+

Eve opened her eyes, half of her vision was dark. Even with half of her vision the gleaming gold was unmistakable. She already knew where she was and what was going to happen. Eve got up from her bed, she remembered what had happened. Losing half of her sight wasn’t the first time. Suddenly, the shattering of her glass caught her attention. It was a serf, shaking as their eyes met. Eve sighed, it wasn’t the first time it happened. She tried to speak but no words came out, only a weak incomprehensible whisper. It wasn’t as if forming words were impossible, but much more difficult.

Eve went out of her bed to walk through the halls. She would have if it weren’t for the two guardian spears of the two custodians crossing. Eve stopped to look up to see the custodians. She opened her mouth again to speak, raspy exhales leaked out of her mouth. She tried again but exhaled from her chest.

“Why?” She asked weakly.

“For your safety, Empress.” The Custodian answered.

Not wanting to cause difficulty with the Custodians she returned to her bed. She merely waited. Eve Watched the balcony of Terra, the gilded city of lies. The door opened again, this time with Yvraine and Celestine. While Yvraine remained her composure Celestine flew over to Eve. It pained Eve to see Celestine with such conflicted frown.

>>73854468
“My Empress, you shouldn’t be up!” Celestine chastised lightly. “Your eye. Can you see well?”

Eve merely smiled at her worry, she extended her hand to caress her cheek instead. This time she didn’t parted her lips but merely nodded at the question. Celestine’s pained frown now had a mix of confusion in.

“Empress?”

“The curse of Nurgle affected her to be a mute and lost half her sight, a miracle is what it is.” Yvraine answered. “Is it not?”

Eve glared at Yvraine shortly, then took Celestine’s hand and pointed at the door.

“It seems this discussion is to be a private one.” Yvraine translated. “Out you go then.”

“You dare command me, eldar?” Celestine growled.

Eve pulled Celestine’s hand with an apologizing gaze. Celestine solemnly nodded then left the room. Yvrained sat on Eve’s bed, leg crossed and fanning herself lightly with impeccable genteel.

“You are a fool.” Yvraine said psychically. “And a bigger fool to think you can go out once more to find your sons. I’ve seen your recent memories. It is Ynnead’s blessing that you weren’t dragged to the Warp!”

At the balcony Eve watched the city below, beneath the golden light.

“I’ve lived in the shadows for too long, Yvraine. Malcador had a point, I cowered in the shadows of history. For all we know I’m the last living Perpetual in this galaxy. It’ll be my responsibility to bring my sons back.” Eve explained resolvedly. “Maybe this is my purpose from God.”

“They’re corrupted, daemons, they’re-”

“Do not speak of them as if you know them.” Eve interrupted quickly. “They can still come back. I know it.”

“I don’t need to know your sons to know that they’re far too corrupted. This is a quest you are doomed to fail.”

Eve glared back. “Then I will fail knowing I did what I could.”

Eve walked past Yvraine then opened the door. Instead of Celestine greeting her it was Perturabo.

OP here
>>73853508
Perturabo and Magnus deserves a good ending as well as the rest of the Primarchs
>>73852806
Oh yes
>>73847582
Thank you anon, I'm happy that you enjoy it
>>73844688
Thank you anon, it's encouragement like yours that helps me keep going
>>73836006
Maybe maybe not
>>73837584
Who knows?

>>73854468
>file name
You’re terrible for making that joke anon

What is the context of this story? tl;dr is enough
Alternatively, is there a 1d4 article?

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>>73854812
tl;dr
Perpetual is found in the eve of the Great Crusade, is taken in and is made a mother to the primarchs. Now after laying in a forced slumber for 10.000 years she has returned and tries to bring her sons back to the light

Here's a pastebin with the full story
https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3

and here is the 1d4chan page
https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Parchment_and_bolter

Happy reading Anon

>>73854860
Thank you very much, that sounds a bit too, uh, wholesome for my tastes but I will give it a read.
The baby talk with Yvraine already was almost too much desu lmao

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>>73854860
Are the new bits going to be added to the pastebin and/or article?

>>73854902
How was he giving baby talk?

>>73854902
I think that was someone elses non-canon piece for fun.

>>73854485
Damn, there are consequences even though she is a perpetual. And she's still not giving up. I can't wait to see how you finish this story anon!

Godspeed!

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>>73857263
Some of it's in the pastebin already, but I'd like to wait until the thread has run its course before adding more to the 1d4chan article. In the mean time, why not have some fun with this Munitorum-approved word search?

>>73858248
It’s not because the art is still the same it’s the same anon

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>>73858248
The Primarchs stories are written by me
>>73857263
https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3 updated


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+++Terra+++
++Imperial Palace++
++Golden Chamber++
+Perturabo+
+000.M42+

Perturabo wasn’t able to get a single word out before his mother grabbed his hand. Guilt swelled inside him. He’d rather preferred her wrath, how could she smile when she was basically a mute and half blind? Eve moved her hands in a series of motions. Perturabo understood vaguely, clipping together the signals of space marines and his innate knowledge of it.

Eve’s grasp of Perturabo’s hand slipped away as he walked away. The custodians crossed their spears. It didn’t take wild intellect to know why Perturabo fled away from her. It was her own foolish ideal and hope that led to her current condition. Yvraine was no longer inside her desolate cage. Eve crawled back to her bed, clinging on to her hope that Perturabo would see reason. She knew that she forgave him. What mother wouldn’t? It was their duty to forgive the mistake of her children.

Eve climbed onto her bed with no fatigue or drowsiness to comfort her. Few minutes into closing her eyes she heard a muffle. The small creature looked at her at the side of her bed. The hooded figure that she vaguely remembers seeing in the past. It was talking in its gibberish words that made all the perfect sense. It held a sword with a distinct design of the Dark Angels that she’s seen before. It reminded her of Europe.

She never met personally with Lion’E Johnson, Corvus Corax, Alpharius and Omegon. Due to their clandestine nature. She tried with the result of being completely evaded or speaking with their 1st Captains or so they claimed. Eve sat on the edges of the bed. The creature showed the sword then repeated the same words again.

“The Rock, The Tower of Angels, your son Lion’El Johnson awaits you.”

The creature disappeared.

As always comments are appreciated

>>73861027
Can't wait for more! Great stuff!

>>73793884
Good to see you've decided to continue your series. I'm sure many people around here (including me) appreciate it.

While the others get massive butthurt over this for no apparent reason. But you know, don't give a fuck about those assholes. They simply want to discourage you, because they hate fun.

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>>73863908
>>73862223
>>73862042
Thank you anons for your bumps and kindness

+++Terra+++
++Imperial Palace++
++Empress’s Throne Room++
+Azrael+
+000.M42+

The Empress’s Throne Room, a chamber that was said that the Dark Angels’ Primarch once walked in this very room. Being summoned to Terra by the Empress of Humanity herself was something he never expected. He would’ve ignored it like the last time she requested his visit. The manner of request however, was more dire and with much heavier authority. From the Lord Commander of the Imperium himself.

Azrael and Belial walked the golden halls of the Imperial Palace. The golden halls were truly a sight to behold with years of history behind. The Custodians of the palace were even taller than them with much more aura than any other space marines. No, comparing them to Space Marines would be an insult to them.

“What a waste of time this is.” Azrael muttered.

“Hold your tongue, Azrael. You are inside the most holy place in Throne World.” Belial warned.

“And why have you come along? They requested me, or have you come to bask in her holiness as well?”

Belial replied with heavy silence. If the Empress was a psycher and a warrior like some believed there was only one reason why Azrael was summoned. Her journey to reunite with her sons spread quickly with convoluted information. Some retold an epic battle and some to be a mere accident.

The holy golden gate stood tall, menacing even without the two custodians guarding it. As the door opened a holy light poured through the opening gap of the door.

>>73858106
The bit about Yvraine and Robot having a baby being forced by the Empress.
Heresy.

Let's hope Yvraine can pull some strings and get some grade A+ healing to Mama5

>>73864499
the post that showed mama5 is basically 10,000 years old virgin
and the pic of virgin macha asking mama5 to spare her sons for her and she's about to whoop her ass>>73796299

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>>73864561
I hope so too
>>73864499
it's not heresy if it's cute anon

That's about it for now, I'll bring up the thread on Friday PST. Thank you for following this story with me.

The throne room was immaculate, and etched with the finest skill humanity could offer. The Empress stood up from her small throne. This was a body of a woman, not a warrior. Yet, they still bowed from a pressure they didn’t understand. They looked up to see her gesturing them to rise.

They observed her face, one eye was a hazy grey. It was now proven that she did suffer a fatal injury. Looking up close she was more human, beautiful no doubt. Azrael and Belial froze when she began to scribble on a parchment.

“My sons, forgive me for this manner of communication. A pressing matter forced my hand to use my authority. I behoove you, to let me see Lion’El.”
“Our Primarch is missing. None of us have found him like the others.” Azrael said.

Eve frowned at the lie, she scribbled down faster and louder. “Do not lie to me.”

“We would never-”

“I know he is at The Rock!” Eve shouted, it followed with her hunching over coughing violently.

The Sisters of Silence descended from the throne and tried to offer her hand. Eve shrugged the hands off. She wrote on her parchment again.

“Let me see him, please.”

“Did the watcher speak to you, my Empress?” Azreal asked.

Eve nodded sincerely. Azreal hesitates before coming to a conclusion.

“We will bring you to The Rock, my Empress.”

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>>73867217
>I'll bring up the thread on Friday PST. Thank you for following this story with me.
Already looking forward to it!

>>73867352
Thanks anon

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>>73867355
You're welcome :3

>>73867217
Thank you P&B anon! We look forward to your Friday Mama Eve storytimes!

PASTEBIN ANON, 1D4CHAN ANON, GET Y'ER ASSES IN HERE AND ARCHIVE/SAVE THIS SHIT NOW!

>>73833120
This takes me back.

>>73868842
OP owns the pastebin

>>73869307
Ah, then excuse my faggotry.

BUT YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE, 1D4CHAN ANON!

bump!

TALK TO YOUR MOTHER PERTY, YOU GOD DAMNED AUTIST.


SHE'LL BE HAPPY AND YOU'LL BE HAPPY.

I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING.

How will the meeting between mama5 and Lion will go?

>>73864775
I bet she regrets not getting it on with Big E when he was still up and about

Save bump. I want to read more stories about her.

>>73867217
You know, I have an idea.
I know you prefer to write Eve's retrospections related to a very distant past, but due to fact she's a perpetual, could she witness a daemon appearing in the realspace long before the Great Crusade, even when it only appeared for a very short time?

>>73877297
that'll still be retrospective then

>>73880336
But it won't be as distant as the thing with Jesus or from XIX-th century. And would act as a form o connection of "our" history with 40K setting. Something like "daemons and latent psykers were always around and aren't the thing of DAoT, but their presence was really infinitesimal and weren't even recorded in any form other than myths and folklore".

>>73880563
yeah but that's still retrospective in the end

>>73870821
Aye aye, cap'n.

>>73874653
porn when?

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>>73884112
We shall not lewd Mama5, or else Captain Catachan will come to your house, bust down your bedroom door at the dead of night, and tell you to treat people with respect and not to make pornography out of them without their consent, then he beats the shit out of you just for good measure

>>73884198
what if the original artist makes the porn then?

The fact that lion never met his mother is going to make this more awkward

bump

>>73864499
Not heresy. I know that Messages for Dad plays around with child rearing with Rawbutt and Yv having a kid. Why shouldn't Eve just kinda push at them to have a baby? Grandkids can help out a lot...

>“That too.” Eve admitted sheepishly. “Trust me, I heard the first time doesn’t hurt. You’ll be fine.”

are we not gonna laugh at the fact that she's basically a 40 thousands year old virgin?

>>73892650
>hot, steamy times as fulgrim gently takes mommy's virginity

>>73892743
>fulgrim
>not leman
disgusting fag gtfo

>>73892865
but my /ss/

>>73892949
fulgrim is like 12ft how's that gonna be /ss/

>>73892968
fulgrim is just an overgrown shota

>>73893016
anon you stop that now you're heading into a territory that you might not return from

>>73893054
There are no frontiers for me.

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Bümp

>>73892865
>fulgrim
>leman
it should be God-Emperor you sick fucks

bump