#mortarian

[deathianartworks]

MEET THE ARTIST 2025!!

Hi! I'm Deathian, I'm a UK based illustrator who does concept art and a whole lot of fanart. Big nerd who spends his free time painting Warhammer miniatures and very slowly creating shitty YouTube videos for noone other than myself.

Close-ups below

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Some Primarch portraits:

Angron: honestly his butcher's nails should have been writhing snakes or something to really animate him.

Mortarian: a little older looking than I intended him to be but yeah Rotty mcsnotface should be that way.

Ferrus: The world's most beautiful "ugly" man. Like, BRUV.

Russ: I feel that for every normative looking Primarch with fucked issues there needs to be an aestheticly fucked looking Primarch who's genuinely a normal dude. I feel that there's a good chance the "remembrance" portraits the Imperium have are hired to make the Primarchs look as good as possible. Russ should look more feral.

Magnus: this is what id imagine him before his demon form. Maybe Horus convinced him to join the traitors so he can equally distribute his hair Idk.

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Mortarion primarch of the Death Guard from Warhammer 40k

Bed Wed or Behead Mortarian Primarch of the Death Guard from Warhammer 40k.

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Voting ended onFeb 23, 2025

[i-cant-believe-it-s-not-grimdark]

The Primarchs as Onion headlines part 1

[corvusspecialartist]

Planning a Party for the Two Worst People (pt. 1)

You were an Imperial Agent working for the Sigilite. You were not one of the highest ranked, but still up there. You had access of many of the smaller found relics of humanity... trinkets and long lost recipes. To you, it was a miracle that you had made it this far; but compared to the nobility of Terra, you were nothing but a filthy peasant that somehow sneak their way up to the higher ranks.

But never mind that, it was a new day. You were on a personal cruiser waiting for the orders to receive from Terra. Recently, through your efforts, a crucial mission that your colleagues had somehow messed up, but through your skills... you managed to somehow mange to turn the mission around. Honestly, you didn't expect much in terms of a reward, but you hoped that you had... you had been working for the Great Crusade for years... but even then you have had doubts.

You have heard rumors and seen the Marines preform their work. You had seen multiple systems surrender once they heard of the mere mention of certain Legions. You were true to the Crusade, but not the officers that were near it. Often, during your assignments, many of the Imperial men and women often fought and bled in the droves....often to be used to as support for the trans-humans... in your taste.. it kinda rubbed you the wrong way, you were loyal the Emperor's vision yes, but the way you have seen countless men and women struggle to support, only to really be treated more harshly (in some cases) in return.

Shaking those semi treasonous thoughts from the back of your mind, you noted something was different within your work quarters... upon the holo-pict, it was flashing red. An urgent notice. Odd...but you immediately darted over and opened the message. You adjusted your formal uniform and prepared for the message's contents.

A large head appeared from the holopict, its features thin, and having an almost predatory like appearance. Their face had been treated by various medical treatments, but you could detect ancient scaring underneath it all. You tried your best to smile, despite the bile raising up in your throat. The head as if sensing your placidity or just basking in this moment, cleared its through and began to speak.

"I bring great news... a report has been recevied that the Lord Primarchs Konrad and Mortarion have completed joint missions successfully. Due to their grand successes in crushing the xenos... a grand party will be held to celebrate. " You tried to keep your smile wide, despite your thoughts racing... personally you heard rumors and had information on them... but it wasn't until the head finished it

"On the behalf on the Sigilite and as a commanding member of the 606th Exploratory Fleet, Master of the King's Blood... you will plan and host this party for these two primarchs. I will send you the location of where the party will be planned. It will take place around three months from now. Anything that you will buy for this event will not be reimbursed."

The pict said its standard formal salute, and disappeared. You started to laugh... it was almost too absurd of it all, why you? And party planning... it was not your forte after all. But orders were orders, no matter what. Still, it seemed like a complicated way to get rid of a rival, why didn't they just plant treasonous materials on you and send out the Assassins? Why didn't they just slowly grind you down assigning a worthless position?

No. This was meant to a public gruesome execution. You knew that Konrad, leader of the fearsome and based on the reports that you have read, has a nasty habit of brutalizing and tormenting those who may accidentally gain his ire. And, the other guest of honor, Mortarion.. a grim stalwart of a primarch..who's stubbornness and spite put the Master of the Iron Warriors to shame... so that you have been told. Many lifeless planets had been left in the wake whenever the Death Guard battled with the poor souls that drew in their ire.

You sighed getting up and pulled up the location of the ball, it was on Terra of course. You didn't know where it was, but at the very least it was on neutral ground, so the risk of an undue assassination was low. There were so many factors to consider: For an example, making enemies based on who you invited amongst the military and traditional nobility; you certainty had to invite the Mecanicum, and the navigator houses. Still... you had so little time, but you would take on this challenge,for everything depended on it.

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[barrycoganart]

Till all is Ash.

Once they were known as the Death Guard, the XIV Legion of the Emperors Astartes Legions. Now the sons of the Deamon Primarch Mortarian do nothing but spread death and disease as a walking plague in the name of the Chaos-god Nurgle. Stomping there way through the Imperium of Man, turning all before them to ash.

[farsight-the-char]

From the new Guilliman book aparently, taken from /tg/.

This is so fucking Shonen Battle Manga Nonsense.

I like it tbh.