I think this should be interesting debate. By your heart what's yours sympathy is most going to? What faction would you join if you can? Don't focus just on Imperium of man if you won't to it can be any faction.

^This one my brother took

They say history is written by the victors. That phrase rings true even now. While the Psychic Symbiotes have come to hold claim over the planet referred to as the Impossible World. They are not the original inhabitants. While the truth can be suppressed, hidden or buried. Eventually it among other things will rise to the surface for all to bear witness.

Remnants still exist of that distant time, of a bygone age now lost. Though largely supplanted by those alien invaders from beyond, traces of them can still be found. Here and there, scattered across the distant reaches of the now barely recognizable landscape that once was their home.

Tumbledown structures, broken stone and crumbling effigies to unknown beings. These are all that remains of the fallen. Fallen to the will of the world’s new masters. The past is set in stone. The future though is mutable. The threads of fate and destiny are still being woven.

To the cold north, lies a frozen landscape dominated by frequent and often violent storms of ice and snow that howled with incessant winds that blow hard and bitterly cold like sharp spears that cut through the very soul. Massive glaciers, rolling snowfields and moving sheets of ice and snow form a hazardous arctic wasteland. Only the hardest life can survive this place and it is here where the last of this world’s original people make their last stand against the invaders.

"From beyond this place did they come. A swarm of terrible things. We did not see them at first. Too proud. Too arrogant. Before it was our dawn. The light was bright and shining. Now that dawn is over, now it sets and the glow fades. Our kin. Our brethren. Now gone. Hunted. Corrupted. Consumed. We will outlast them. So long as the ice holds. We shall do so. We must. Even if this place is no longer what we once knew. It must remain. We must protect it. Protect it and it will protect us. Remember the ice protects. Beware the wicked shapelings. Beware that which lies sealed within. Beware the evil that oozes from below. Protect your home. Remember. The ice protects."

— An Esteleut elder's words of wisdom and a warning to young tribesmen.

The Esteleuts are a humanoid species that resembles humans but with shorter, rounder, and far paler bodies, covered in a silky white coating of fur. They possess an immunity to the perpetual chill of the environment. Living a hunter-gatherer lifestyle, they acquire all they would from the land. Meat makes up the majority part of their diet, though they supplement it with those hardy species of flora that they have managed to cultivate to survive the freezing wastes.

With the lack of atypical building materials, snow and ice are the next best thing. Many of their settlements tend to be found in caves and caverns, carved from the ice in the fashion of domes that house communities made of extended family.

A deeply spiritual people led by a predominantly female-priesthood, their society is composed of roles focusing on hunting and gathering of resources, the aforementioned priesthood who tend to the spiritual needs of their people and the guardians or warriors that protect the rest from the dangers that threaten them, both outside and inside.

Their history is one of half-remembered stories and myths passed on through spoken word. According to tradition, once their people were not alone. They were part of a larger family, each set in their own ways, but connected not necessarily by blood but by communal feeling of oneness with each other. The Esteleuts came to reside in the cold, others once dwelt in the wet-soft places, taking to lush-green homes and to the high-realms where land meets the sky.

Though there was some tension, what family does not quarrel among themselves. It is only natural. There was peace, or balance. But it did not last.

Things not of this world. Arrived with a need to take and have. Swarms of them came. The family once united was broken. One by one. Silence fell. As the collective mind of the invaders corrupted those it did not destroy. Until only the Esteleuts remained. Through great sacrifice, they called upon the powers that be to stop the invading threat. A great storm of cold fury blew and ravaged the land. Once gentle cold turned deathly bitter. Frost and stone rose up in great upheavals. The land and sky was torn asunder. Much was lost. The lands of the Esteleuts were forever changed as their home was turned into both prison and deathtrap for defender and invader alike.

The surviving Esteleuts awoke to their newly changed homeland. With little to do. They had all but one choice. To remain, while the rest of the world is lost to them, this small corner remains. One that they will throw their very lives away to protect. They must do it, if not it would be a waste of all they gave to stop the grave threat. But at what cost. The ice will protect them but they have been condemned to a sort of purgatory. They can never leave. All they can do is continue on and ensure the ice remains. While some of the younger generation regard such talk as fanciful stories. The legends hold truth. They are not alone…with each passing cycle. The icy prison is slowly cracking and something is subtly being released, it leaks out. A threat from the past…the Netherthaw cometh.

I was just thinking if eleven (from stranger things) was in 40k would she be registered as a psyker because she can do everything a psyker can and even when she looses control she can create a portal to another dimension. So is she a psyker or just a person who can do magic? What do you think

Static laced vox message

"House Kraxis.....Clan Tyborg...is returning....death to our traitorous brethern....I will....Hunt you....and send you all screaming back to the Warp!"

More coming soon...

^This last one my brother took.

Got the BL Chosen with Lightning Claws recently and gave him a bath.

Does anyone know why they stopped updating the Seige of terra website that they had going ?

Greetings my sisters and brothers. I see many new contributors here, which makes me very happy. No doubt my silence has been marked over the months, but my sabbatical now draws to a close.

No longer will a Loremaster remain silent in the shadows. I plan to return very soon with more topics of debate and theory spanning the Heresy, War of the Beast, 40k, Indomitus, and the future of the setting.

For my friends, the Littlest Archangel thrives! No further trips to the medicae since we almost lost her last summer. Our little Archangel Neophyte also does well, growing too tall, but has already begun running around the house with Nerf Pistol and sword shouting “FOR THE EMPEROR!!!”

Of course, the Grandmistress remains well, and we close in on 14 years of union.

I have missed my community of heroes here, and look forward to returning very soon…. For discourse, for debate, and for the Emperor.

Archangel Azrael

Loremaster

The Third of Four

Grandmaster

I'm thinking about getting an air brush but I've never had one before so I wanted to ask if anyone on here had any advice for using and maintaining one as well as any cheap but decent air brushes i could buy.

As I've said in a previous post, I am currently working on a homebrew SM Chapter, and I was thinking that, when I was done writing, I could post it on the hb wiki. However, (on the hb wiki) I've seen drawings of Space Marines in the infobox showing their color scheme, like this one (image comes from the Imperial Albatrosses article written by GobbyTodger)

https://wh40khomebrew.fandom.com/wiki/File:Imperial_Albatrosses_Veteran.png

Assuming this isnt drawn, how is it done? All of the pages regarding hb Chapters have them.

P.S. I'm asking here because the Discussion section of the hb wiki is as dead as a Guardsman after 15 hours and 1 minute of deployment.

Is there any lore in Warhammer 40,000 clearly inspired (or at least possibly inspired) by MKUltra?

So this is a post letting yall know i will be on hiatus other than the weekly "___ in 40k" post as this week has been rough. Tommorow afternoon I have to lay my noble companion to rest.

This is lady (like from lady and the tramp) ,a miniature doberman, and she has been my loyal companion from the ripe age of 2, im 16 now. Se has been by my side through thick and thin. she survived abuse from her old owners and 2 strokes. Shes a fighter. But sadly today, she colapsed on the driveway. Tommorow people are comming to help aleviate her pain and help her rest. I dunno what im gonna do without her really, she has been my rock, the reason why i havent done some things, the reason im here now. And i just need some time to do what i need to do to get past this. So for now, goodbye.

-Rizzman504, chaos lord