“‘The Eye has opened. What of the Wolf King?’

Njal did not answer at first, dismayed by what he saw as desperation in the stare of his feal-lord. The Great Wolf’s brow furrowed at his silence, extracting meaning from the wordless response.

‘No sign?’

‘None, my lord. There are stirrings, tempests through which even I cannot gaze. Even so, I saw a sleeper entombed in rock, and a white storm that rode upon a chariot of lightning. A shadow rises to the call of the Allfather’s messengers, a darkness that strikes from within. The benighted ones turn their supernal gazes upon our worlds – the Eater of Worlds, the Corpse-King and the Misbegotten Child move once more. The Cyclopean Fiend, we have already seen. Even the Golden One has broken his gaze from the Empyrean again. I felt its glare like a fire in my soul.

‘But nothing pertaining to the Sons of Fenris. Though the Thirteenth have come back and the Eye has opened, I saw nothing of Leman Russ’ return.’

Logan seemed to sag, if such a thing was possible in Terminator armour. His eyes turned to the stone floor, a sigh heavy from his chest.

‘We should be thankful, Logan,’ Njal continued. ‘Our father-king vowed to return for the Wolftime, when the world is ending. He will come for the final battle, it was told. That he has not returned means there is still hope. Slim, but hope all the same. If we hear the howl of the Wolf King ere we die, it will be to the lament of the Allfather and all that follow Him.’

‘I suppose you are right,’ said Logan. ‘Perhaps it was just vanity to hope that where one returned… It matters nothing. He has not come, but we are still here and that is what counts.’”

Ashes of Prospero

Fair warning, the time of year is approaching where I emerge from hibernation and start spamming my blog with random bits of fanfic, meta, and miscellany I’ve been accumulating over the last year but haven’t bothered to post in real-time.

I know you said Tornus isn’t a Steel soul, but I like to think he has an affinity for them, if only because with in a few minutes of meeting them, they made him feel like he deserved to be a Stormcast.

darkseraphscorner:

occultdetectives:

Oh definitely. That was why Sigmar sent him with them in the first place. If there’s a stray, Gardus and co. will adopt it. 

Gardus: I have only had Tornus for 24 hours, but if anything was to happen to him, I would kill everyone in this room, then myself.

jolly-plaguefather-redux:

occultdetectives:

knight-of-erpelhort:

occultdetectives:

immanueldid:

I’m starting to wonder how much Josh knew was coming. Like, there’s a pretty heavy focus on the beastmen in this book and we got the tome and herdstone innn…what, I can’t remember.

Either by design or serendipity. 

Also, Ghosteater is fucking awesome. Sibbling eating lion man is all chieftain’d up with friends and ghosts and we’re gonna see our boy graduate.

I knew nothing, save that I wanted to write about beastmen. Though, in retrospect, it’s now obvious why they wanted me to cut the sub-plot involving Gardus desperately trying to figure out what to do with a handful of beastman cubs the Stormcasts found and spared. 

I’m still annoyed that I had to lose the scene with Gardus trying to have a conversation about faith and free will while being covered in angry beastman cubs gnawing on his armour or trying to butt him like baby goats. 

I…can’t decide if you’re being serious or not

I am, actually. I had several back and forth’s with the editors and the IP guys about it. The sub-plot ended with a young warrior-priest adopting them (after several conversations with Gardus) and travelling off into the wilds to spread the faith among the beastmen and heathens of Shyish. It was left open-ended as to how that was going to turn out. (spoiler: not well.)

But in the end, it was decided that beastmen were beastmen, and couldn’t be anything other than Chaos-aligned in this setting. 

Aw man, that’s a bit of a bummer, IP folks. Oh well, it’s cool we’re getting this deleted scene told to us all though, don’t give up that valient effort of sneaking fun and life past the IP folks! I’m sitting here chuckling to myself over baby goatman headbutting that pretty Stormcast armor. Poor Gardus tryin’ to be serious and all you hear is “clunk, clunk, clunk,” as the babies ram him over and over. That’s just perfect.

erebabes:

immanueldid:

erebabes:

what if i told you you could match up the loyalist primarchs perfectly to the digimon adventure original digimon

…Go on

OKAY SO

Agumon is Vulkan for obvious fire lizard reasons and his is the crest of COURAGE

Gabumon is Russ. Wolf. Ice. Yeah. Has the crest of FRIENDSHIP

Corax is Birdramon. He is a bird. Has the crest of LOVE.

Tentomon is the Khan. Lightning themed, has the crest of WISDOM.

Gomamon is Roboute. Has the marine theme and a stunning personality. Has the crest of HONESTY.

Palmon is gonna be the hardest to convince you of, but Palmon is Rogal Dorn. Earth theme, has the crest of PURITY, remains a shining beacon of morals and sensitivity.

Tailmon is Sanguinius. The soul of them all, the shining beacon with a terrible past. Also angel themed. Has the crest of LIGHT.

Patamon is the Lion. Angel themed, crybaby turned to noble Knight. Has the crest of HOPE.

I do not accept constructive criticism, this is the perfect post.

For your own material, do you prefer to write a cautionary tale or a happy ending? Which do you find to be more challenging?

occultdetectives:

I like happy endings. Not enough happy endings, these days. I want the good guys to win, the bad guys to lose and the world to be a bit better at the end of the book than it was in the beginning. 

I think both have their challenges – happy endings are trickier, in my opinion, because the characters have to earn it in a satisfying way. 

jolly-plaguefather-redux:

Let’s Talk Guy Haley’s “Dark Imperium.”

Damn, feels like a long time since I’ve finished a book. Last one I gave my all to was Josh’s “Soul Wars.” I did try my hand at the Witcher novels, but book one didn’t really feel like the end of a book- SO, yes, let’s shift over to Dark Imperium:

Chapters 1-3 are a beautiful work of art. I’ve personally read these chapters around eight times now, out loud, fully acting it out with friends and family, on audio and to myself. If you are not aware, these three chapters make up the death of Roboute Guilliman at the hands of the daemonic traitor Fulgrim. My recommendation is to read this with your eyes. The audiobook is actually pretty swell, but it misses a beat with how Fulgrim is read. I honestly can’t say much more to you about this, just, please. Read this. It is a condensed look at the Imperium, the Galaxy as a whole, the nature of conflict in an uncaring universe, and the life and death of a son who has lost everything. It is Gods and Monsters at its finest, and is a world apart from anything else in this pretty good book.

Now, on to everything else:

I will not be reviewing this novel, no. That’s not my intent, so know now I enjoyed it. I can tell you I found myself a little bored from time to time, especially with scenes that were clear set up for the sequel novel “Plague War,” but, but despite that this book is very much worth a read. No, review is not my intent. I want to talk about characters and events as shown in this novel.

Guilliman, Lord Regent of Terra, Commander, the living Primarch, and to some: a true Demi-god and Living Saint. I loved him. I truly, truly loved Guilliman. He stole the show, entirely so, even in his own book. If Guilliman was on screen, you were damn near mystified. THIS, this is how a primarch is written. It feels completely different from the stoic man I knew from the Heresy.

He’s grown so much, and lost so much of himself. He’s tired, old, so very sad, and so very angry. You see Guilliman make some very bold moves in this book: outright making a new organization to undo the damage against history the Inquisition has done. Outright oppose the Codex Astartes, drag the Sisters of Silence and Custodes into the light of day, gives his active support a madman who would play Emperor with his biocraft, curses everyone and everything around him for not doing more. Guilliman has awoke to his worst nightmare: true ignorance, true stagnation, and a terrible regime that spits in the face of everything human he had once believed in.

You can feel it. His rage is barely contained, it’s right at the surface even as he’s a clever, kind politician to some, and a father to others. He’s so over it all, yet, he can’t let it stand like this. His Imperium, humanity’s destiny, done in by his father’s lies and his brother’s treachery. He will not back away, he will rise up against ignorance, and take the mantle of Regent and Lord- but in doing so, I see him damn himself.

Guilliman is no fool. He’s not Magnus, not by a long shot. Yet, a lot of his decisions throughout the book seem to lack an awareness for how truly terrible things have gotten. He uses his autocratic power to go over the heads of 10,000 years worth of stagnation, and you see it infuriate. You watch people yell, protest, and look on in horror as a man they once prayed to as a saint breaks their rules and traditions without thought: some of which people believed he even came up with. This is, I admit, only a small part of the book… but it was important. It was a view of an Imperium who may, eventually, ignore the near god-like presence of a Primarch and say “No.” when that day comes, I don’t think Guilliman will be ready for it.

Before I move on, let me just say I love that Guilliman spent a hundred damn years trying to make Cato learn what a joke is. He tried so hard, and got so far, my friends.

Cawl will be my next subject, and damn… Haley, if you ever read this, my dude, I beg you and the Black Library to let you do a Cawl novel series. Look, everyone, after reading this and Wolfsbane, I am smitten. Cawl has changed dramatically between novels, oh sure, but he’s still Cawl. Haley has made a remarkable character here, and I was on the edge of my seat the entire time Guilliman was talking with the Cawl Inferior.

Something that drove me wild in that scene was Cawl overtly making two things clear: 1. He wants to be made Fabricator General, and 2. He wants to use both the traitor legion geneseeds AND the two lost Legion geneseeds to swell the ranks of Primaris. He makes a damn good argument for the seeds, I’ll say, but the Primarch says a firm “NO.” Oh well, I love the mental image of loyal Emperor’s Children meeting their ancient, twisted kinsmen.

Out of everyone, though, you know what perspective hit me the hardest? The single view I was most interested in was Calgar’s, which… I wasn’t expecting. He shows up near the end of the book, and two or three chapters are centered around him, his relationship to the Primarch and his relationship to his realm. Those chapters are… golly, I don’t want to spoil much, but… I would never have expected this reaction from him.

Haley did something phenomenal with this book. He brought a Primarch into 40k and didn’t make it some huge, gritty civil war in the Imperium. He didn’t make the Imperium roll over and perfectly accept Guilliman’s rule, no. He made it feel alive, natural even.

It was beyond interesting reading about such an uncertain time, in a future that was set in stone only a few years before. 40k and Guy have truly breathed life into not only reading about Primarchs, but reading about the Imperium, about Chaos, and even war. I was engrossed, and I could barely put the book down at times because I needed to see what new things and new concepts were just around the corner!

Guilliman has a damn crisis of faith about his father, for God’s sake! That’s something I never expected, not once, and that’s just it: we could have always picture what would happen if Guilliman or the Emperor woke up. I’ve talked about this sorta thing endlessly with friends, and never would I have guessed it would be written so… well, WELL.

Guilliman is a man of logic and reason thrown into an illogical, ignorant future. That is his hell, my friends, and I highly recommend watching this man attempt to fix hell itself.

I fear I can’t say more without giving out any big spoilers, so I urge you to check it out. If you like Nurgle, there is some CHOICE Nurgle scenes in this book. Ku’gath, Mortarion, and Typhus all show up for a bit, and their conversation together is a must-read if you feel anything about the Death Guard. Spoiler: Typhus calls Mort a “Trophy,” and burns his ass with some of the harshest disses I have ever read in Warhammer.

Damn, Guy… you wrote a book. I’m glad I already have the second one, ‘cus I am not in the mood to wait for more of this. Let’s get reading!