#chaptermaster

[coolbluex]

To all the battle brothers and sisters who share their love and passion of warhammer 40k with everyone who fell in love with the characters, world, lore and setting. This is for my battle brother ❤️

[therightrighthand]

So, after being pretty hooked on Space Marine 2, I figured it would be fun to make a Seraphim Order Astartes based on one of the multiplayer classes, and that quickly turned into another 'Red can't stop at a sketch'. So now we have their Chapter Master.

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[orniris]

My website: Orniris.com

[zombie-techpriest]

[ratchaptermaster]

The armour of his station hissed and crackled. Each joint whined and groaned. His power cracked the earth under his boots. The rats scattered and looked away in envious awe and rightful fear. The sparks and screaming woes of his warpstone ebbed with the unquestionable favour of the Great Horned Emperor. His talons curled and tri-barreled weapon spun. 

The power-humming glaives of the Stormvermin drumming on the ground in rhythm, a muscle memory of their glory long-taken as the Chaptermaster lumbered through their procession with the chaos of war whirling around them like a tempest of fire and metal. His horns great and imposing, even when capped down to properly fit with his masterfully crafted pattern of Terminator armour. His Hellsword, inert, but growled in daemonic hunger with its sleep. 

Its spirit spoke to him in his sleep. Blood. Skulls. It needed blood and skulls. Its rage was burning in his skull, it was his partner of fate and desire. The Chaptermaster demanded the wine of his enemies’ veins and their skulls to decorate his throne. Their souls to be the next harvest of warpstone. Their bodies to be his feast. The Hunger was unimaginable yet rage kept its sustenance. 

“Blood and Bones.” His voice seethed with baring teeth as he looked to a warlord of the Red Corsairs that have foolishly chosen this world to reap the Chaptermaster’s bounty. He can not allow it. He will not allow it. This world is tribute to only One and He is here to claim it. 

With a swell of chest, the Master of the Rattus Astartes screamed a cry that howled into the air and unleashed his rage into a infectious fire that claimed his followers. They all felt his blood-red fury and he led the speartip of teeth, blade, and claws. The Vermintide devoured all it washed over and still - it wanted more.

[morkarr]

commission: Yaebets from the Soul of Damnation

[coolbluex]

What started as a silly little doodle of a random marine who constantly has a sneering expression cause of battle damage has become a bit of an obsession lol

I made him a Crimson Fist and a friend said he should be one of the nameless, faceless brothers who survived the destruction of Arx Tyrannus. So here he is bloodied, blown up, so fucking angry and ready to wreck some Orks.

I wanted to try doing a marvel comic style. Also, I had a lot of fun doing the blood and dirt.  Also, his name is Typhon lol

[ratchaptermaster]

The Chosen First.