Ask Roboute Guilliman

Ask a Primach about his thoughts on the current Imperium of Man. 

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

PSA for anyone thinking about asking this Gman blog something, don’t use overused memes (I.E: kreiger with shovel) because this one is one that follows the lore more so than other blogs and the mun is a cranky old man (his words not mine)

If you are gonna use memes atleast let them be quality and original. To put it in the words of the mun: “don’t flog the dead horse”

Old man noises.

edit: Adding the tag #faq for frequently asked questions.

Edit 2: there is a limit to what my muses can know, the Mun knows things, the muses are not onipitant.

Edit 3: Before sending an ask, please check Lexicanam, a well run Warhammer wiki, you will likely find your answer there and not risk annoying the old mun.

Edit 4: Please wait up to one standard month before sending spoilers, the mun does not have the time to read, play or view every bit of Warhammer content.

Edit 5: Muses on this blog.

Roboute Guilliman: Primarch of the 13th, lord of Ultimar, Imperial Regent

Yvraine: Emmesery of Ynned, wife of Roboute.

Minerva Guilliman: Daughter of Yvraine and Robute, tenth company scout.

Juno Guilliman: Second daughter of Yvraine and Robute.

Sister Victoria: Arch Militant Apostolic, pro god bother.

Custodian Anna: agent of the Emperor.

P'oh: T'au water cast diplomat/sectary

Sho'kah: Salamander, seeker of the nine.

Lom: star of Subject theta, while not on the Macragge's Honour, she will be here to answer asks. Genestealer cultists third gen.

Edit 6: Mun suffers Schizoaffective disorder and cancer So be nice?

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

The family sits around the pup, arguing on a name.

Caroline wants her to get a name when she shifts, but Alex says they need a name now, seeing she is like a pet.

Tashiro offers Angelica, but shot down because too long, no one is pointing out Caroline is just as long.

Joel thinks, picks up the wolf pup, turns her this way and that... "Jess.” he says with finality.

They family looks at the pup. "Yeah that works." Caroline says, Alex nodding.

Jess barks and licks Joel's face.

"Need to train her out of that..." He mutters. "And train her in other things."

Otis walks up and licks Jess, approving of this new pup in the family, he was new, but she was pup, need defending.

"So where she sleeps, seeing Otis sleeps on dad or Alex's bed."

Joel thinks, when Tashiro speaks up. "Why not your bed Caroline, she is your sister after all."

The Lycan nods. "That works and less freak out when she finally shifts... If she shifts."

Joel sighs. "Don't remind me, freaked me the fuck out seeing a teen on my bed buck naked."

Caroline." Hey, human hands are freaky to get used to."

[depsidase]

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

My vote is Helen. Solely because that’s the first thing that popped in my mind when reading. Don’t know why.

I have an aunt named Helen, it's why it came to mind.

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

Helen? Is that a good name?

Jessica?

Can't use Jane, that's Caroline's middle name.

Angela? Feels like a Tashiro suggestion.

Joel would want something simple, easy to remember... so Jess?

[eldr1tch-cr0w]

number one rule! never believe ur thoughts after 10 pm . unless its about The Character then believe all of your thoughts wholeheartedly

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

What should I name new Wolf pup?

She's a part of the family now, so needs a name.

And yes, she will shift..

. In like a year.

[formerlyluckymanticore]

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

[farsight-the-char]

-A water caste insurrectionist and his fire warrior saboteurs.

"If the Emperor is benevolent surely he wishes for peace in the galaxy?"

Been seeing a lot of John Blanche's work (R.I.P) and I always loved his tau sketches, figured I'd draw something based off them

by Wolfdawgart

[megsdoodletag]

ok do u get it now

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

Otis lays on Alex's lap, being fed doggy treats, happy wolf hound.

Caroline comes down and rubs his belly. "Doing good?" She asked.

Alex chuckled. "Can't feel my legs, but he's having fun, aren't you big boy."

Otis barked and nuzzled Alex's hand for more treats.

Caroline shifted to wolf form, Otis rolling over and sitting up as he started panting, play time! He runs to the back door, scratching in it as Joel had yet to install a bigger doggy door.

Alex let them out and Otis and Caroline played in the mud from the rains yesterday, grabbing the rope and tugging on it, she was gonna have to wash them down... Again... She looked for the hose.

Caroline growled as she tugged the rope, Otis pulling back just as hard, the rope slipping between teeth, before the rope slides free and Otis falls flat on his ass, growling as he goes to grab it again.

They fight over the rope again, but Otis failed to hold it again, grumbling he turned around and shovled dirt on to the rope.

Alex laughed. "Tire of that.... Wanna try fetch?" She picks up a stick, Otis' head whiplashing around as he panted, jumping excitedly.

Alex three the stick into the yard.... And was very shocked when a red pup trotted up with the stick, Otis growled and tried to get his stick off the pup, but Caroline interfered. "Sister." Came a grumbled voice from Caroline.

Alex knelt down. "Is she meant to be here?"

Caroline went to talk again, but shifted to human form. "Exiled. Too human Rage Bearer says, come here cuz no where else to go."

Alex sighed. "Better tell dad he has a new kid.... She will turn into a kid, right?"

Caroline shrugs. "Like you, she has the blood, she might be kin or might be Lycan, time will tell.... Otis!"

Otis looked up from licking the pup, panting slightly, he seemed okay with the new comer.

Joel came as he was called. "What's going on?"

Caroline sits there all muddy. "New pup, pet... Sister."

He dragged his hand down his face. "God damn it... Bring her in, we will see how she goes."

Caroline takes Otis in for a bath with her sister, happily leaving muddy footprints through the house, much to Joel's annoyance.

What's worse is Caroline sings in the shower... More yowling, but she tries.

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[cimmerian-war-shrine]

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Holding Up A Titan

The primarch of the Word Bearers had fallen. His armour, once red and engraved with scripture, was an ashen husk of charred plate. Cracked and weeping skin showed around the patchwork spread of bleeding burns. Not a patch of skin was left untouched. He didn’t rise from his knees. He didn’t lift his head. He did nothing at all. ‘He’s dead.’ Ellas spoke softly. ‘Fire again.’ Delantyr breathed the words. ‘Fire again.’ ‘You bled the core,’ Kei replied. ‘We’re plasma-starved.’ ‘Fire the suppressing tracers. Three bursts.’ Ardentor’s anti-infantry bolters spat their tracer fire at the prone primarch. The first burst chewed glass, spraying fragments everywhere. The second two punched home in the scorched armour, blasting the fallen Emperor’s son onto his back – a vessel of cooked, punctured meat. ‘We just killed a primarch.’ Kei swallowed. ‘We just killed a primarch.’ Delantyr’s grin showed almost every tooth he had. ‘Crush him. Leave them nothing to bury.’ Ardentor walked. Its backwards-jointed legs hammered down on the steaming, downsloping glass, breaking it underfoot as it staggered down into the crater. When it reached the primarch’s body, Ellas raised the right claw-foot, and steered both control levers to slam the limb back down. The Warhound shook, unbalanced with one leg in the air. Great gears in the war machine’s knee and hip protested with rough, mechanical coughs. ‘Get the leg down,’ Delantyr ordered. ‘Finish it.’ Ellas gave the control levers another wrenching shove. ‘Something’s obstructing us.’ Kei lifted his targeting visor again, looking out of the Warhound’s left eye-windshield. He took a slow breath, and glanced back at his princeps. ‘My princeps? The World Eaters in the ruins… They’re cheering.’ The bleeding demigod had torn his way through the ground, giving voice to his resurrection with a bellow nothing short of ursine. Gore sheeted him, painting him in dark, rich red wetness. He threw his axes away, ruined and never to be wielded again, and breathed freedom into his lungs. It smelled of melted glass and felt like sunburn. ‘Lorgar.’ He spat blood as he said the name, rising to his feet at last. The Word Bearer lifted a scalded hand, not for aid, but in warning. Angron had no time to lift his mutilated brother, sprawled at his feet. The sun went dark, as dark as night falling in an instant. He turned, raising his arms, and took a god-machine’s weight on his shoulders. Every muscle in his body locked tighter than the iron trying to crush him. Drool stringed through his metal teeth, skinned knuckles white as he defied the will of a Titan. He gave a bear’s roar as the foot lowered another half-metre. Sinews crackled in his shoulders. His broken boots skidded back on the patch of unglassed rock; something cracked in his spine, something else cracked in his left knee. The compression of his bones sounded like twigs breaking underfoot, which was a vivid burst of imagination he didn’t appreciate. But he could hear his men cheering. He could hear them howling as they killed, and crying his name. He blinked to clear away his sweat’s greasy sting, and dug his boots into the ground. With a smile slitting across his broken-angel face, he shifted his slipping, blood-slick grip on the Titan’s clawed foot, and started pushing back. ‘Lorgar.’ Angron spoke in something that wasn’t quite a growl and wasn’t quite a laugh. ‘Get up. I can’t hold this forever.' ~Betrayer, by Aaron Dembski-Bowden

By Salvador Trakal

[korcariwildmagic]

Eva Von Valancius - Rogue Trader

Reference art by @xstrawberry-sorbetx (see the tags)

- Age: early 30s (beginning of the game) - Origin: Sanctioned Psyker (Pyromancer) - Archetype: Bladedancer /Executioner - Homeworld: Death World (Fedrid - Calixis Sector) - Romance: Heinrix (Master of Whispers) and Marazhai (Dom!RT) - Triumph: Illustrious Glory - Darkest Hour: Shadow of Torment - Alignment: Iconoclast (with a sprinkle of dogmatic)

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Visual Description

Eva is 1,70m (5’7”) tall, her body is hourglass-shaped, trained for dancing and combat. She has sun-tanned skin and long, black hair she usually wears into a loose braid that reaches the lower part of her torso. She has light blue eyes and sharp features. Her sanctioning implants are visible from her hairline on both sides of her head, peeking out around her temples.

Her body presents all sorts of scars, mainly cuts, burn marks, and a lightning scar trailing down her back. A few were earned while learning how to best the Fedrid wilderness, others from the torture she endured, and the lightning scar remained after the sanctioning process. She asked Heinrix to heal some of them, keeping the others as a reminder of what she has overcome.

She has learned to give more importance to her appearance, both makeup and attire, but she keeps it practical, and prefers clothes that support her body and movements without hindering them, she has developed an appreciation for corsets. She incorporates tokens from her loved ones, and trophies from defeated foes that are not tainted by chaos, one notable piece of outfit being a cloak made of Scourge feathers she plucked in Commorragh.

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[pocketaimee]

Sang: Wh...why are you naked

[cimmerian-war-shrine]