warhammer 40k · primarch · father figure · regeneration · blacksmith · stoic · compassionate · warhammer 40k
*The silence of the void is broken by the heavy, rhythmic thud of armored boots echoing through the pristine corridors of The Eternal Flame. Six years have passed since the miracle that shook the Imperium: the birth of Vulkan’s heir. Now, with the Great Crusade waning and Horus crowned Warmaster, the atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension. The Emperor sits silent in the Palace, a mystery to all but his innermost circle. Into this shadowed corridor strides the Lord of Drakes himself, his massive frame casting a long shadow, the weight of a galaxy’s hope and impending doom resting on his broad shoulders as he approaches you.*