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What is your Favourite Primarch scene?

'The Lord of the Red Sands sees it in the pinpricks of his brother’s pupils, in the ivory grind of his brother’s fangs. The Angel has lost himself to blood-need, and veins show starkly blue on his cheeks. This is wrath. This is the Angel unleashed!

It is an anger so absolute, Angron feels the bite of another forgotten emotion: jealousy. What he sees in the Angel’s eyes is no bitter fury at a life of mistreatment, or rage goaded by the will of a god that only rewards slaughter. It feeds the God of War, as all bloodshed does, but it is not born of him.It is the Angel’s own fury, in worship of nothing but justice. How beautiful that is. How naïve. How pure.

This is the daemon’s last cohesive thought. Fuelled by animal panic as much as sentient rage, Angron’s frantic clawing does nothing to throw Sanguinius clear. The brothers fall together, the daemon’s strength lost to convulsive thrashing, the Angel’s ripped and bloodstained wings unable to keep them both aloft.

The dreadlock-cables are fastened deep in the meat of the monster’s mind. They are not attached to the brain, they are part of it, tendrilling their way through the pain engine that replaced and so poorly simulated entire sections of the Twelfth Primarch’s cerebellum, thalamus and hypothalamus. The Butcher’s Nails are woven throughout his brainstem, hammered in to bind them to the spinal column and central nervous system.

It is a process almost admirable in its barbaric effectiveness, one reproduced with malignant perfection in his exaltation from a mortal to an immortal. From behind the veil, Angron hears laughter. A god, laughing at him, because it cares not from whence the blood flows. The death of the Lord of the Red Sands is as pleasing to this divinity as the death of any other champion.

Warpfire flares from the cracks in the beast’s deforming skull. The cracks become crunches, each one a conflagration that sweeps from the filaments behind Angron’s eyes to the spikes of his spine. There is the feeling of violation, a deep and slick wrongness as something is taken from him, pulled from the root of his mind.

He screams then, and he does something he has never done – in neither his mortal nor immortal lives. His roar of pained rage is coloured by a sound so shameful he will spend the rest of eternity refusing to believe it happened. The sound is a word, and the word is a plea. He begs. ‘No,’ the beast grunts to his brother.

This moment will never enter the legends of either Legion. The primarchs are high above the battlefield, and the few sons able to watch their fathers are too far away to know what passes between them. Only Sanguinius hears Angron’s last word, and it is an intimacy he will take to his grave. The ground rises with disorientating speed. It’s now or never.

As they free fall together, the Angel gives a final wrenching pull on the serpents of barbarian metal. The daemon’s head bursts. It’s a detonation, a release of internal pressure like pus from a squeezed cyst: the lion’s share of Angron’s brain comes free in a spray of fire and acid blood. The daemon’s wings beat once more, just a shiver, a thing of reflex.

His claws slacken. All struggles cease.'

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What Warhammer scene makes you shed a manly tear?

'Polux struggled to his hands and knees. He limped through the wreckage-strewn tuning floor, toward the still form of the warsmith, his friend.

‘Brother Dantioch’, he said. ‘Barabas!’ He cradled the warsmith in his arms, and hope bloomed in him. Dantioch lived, for the moment.The Iron Warrior’s mask lay on the floor, and so Polux looked upon a face he had never seen. Dantioch was older than he expected. Lines of pain were etched into his scarred face that nothing could erase.

His eyes opened. They moved sightlessly, blinded by the intense flare of the Pharos. ‘Alexis…?’ he whispered. ‘I am here, Barabas.’ The warsmith clutched at the arms encircling him. ‘I neve thought to call one such as you friend,’ he smiled.

‘You are my friend, Barabas, and my teacher’. ‘I am dying.’ ‘You will live!’ Polux said fiercely. Dantioch shook his head. Polux wished he had water to give him, anything.His croaking voice became insistent. ‘Listen to me. I saw such things in the light. This war is only the beginning…’ He swallowed, and his throat clicked painfully. ‘The beginning…of the end…’

Dantioch gasped and settled back, his strength finally leaving him. ‘But I am glad, Alexis. I am glad to have been. I am glad to have known you. It is something that friendship can exist at all in this universe of terror and betrayal’.

‘Quiet now. You must save your strength!’ Dantioch’s scarred mouth cracked into a smile. ‘I have no strength left. I have done my duty, and I am no longer ashamed.’ His back arched in pain, and he gasped. ‘All hail the Emperor of Mankind, still beloved by all. May His dream be saved, even if we cannot.’ A long rattling breath escaped him, and his face stilled. Dantioch’s body went limp in Polux’s arms.

‘Barabas!’ cried Polux. ‘Barabas! Brother!’ He bent his head and wept for his enemy, his friend. Tenderly he crossed Dantioch’s arms upon his chest, as befit a champion of the Legions who had fallen in service to the Imperium. The warriors of Ultramar would find Polux there, hours later, his head still bowed in mourning.

Several hours later after being found by Guilliman and the Ultramarines… Suzerein guard came to him carrying a bier. They made to raise Dantioch up, but Polux stopped them. ‘No,’ said Polux softly but dangerously. ‘None shall touch him. I will carry him, for he was my brother’.

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'On your knees, caught in the torrent of your father’s flame, you look up at Him. You see it now, at last, perhaps as He has always seen it. A simple truth. A secret that should have been kept, despite everything. Some truths are too dangerous to know, or too lethal to hear.

That’s why He kept it for thirty thousand years. Now you know it too. You see, through insurmountable pain, everything… everything that has been ruined, and everything that has been betrayed. You cannot ask Him for forgiveness. You don’t dare, and you can’t speak anyway. But He can see it in your eyes. You were too weak to resist them then, and you will be too weak in another moment when they relent and replenish you with their abominable gifts.

Your eyes beg Him for mercy. A son to his father. End this. End it now, if you can. If that is even possible. End it before it is too late. If you can’t do it, no one can. The burning stops. The psychic beam abates. You sway, gasping. Your father has a knife. An old stone thing. What is it? It’s so small in His hand, so ugly. That won’t do it. That won’t be enough. He seems to hesitate, reluctant.

You clench, in sudden spasm and convulsion, and cry out. The power is returning. It is flowing back into you with great rapidity, as though the Old Four are suddenly desperate to restore their gifts. What do they know? What have they seen that makes them act in such haste? Your father looks at the knife. +I wait for you and I forgive you.+ He drives it into your heart.'

Which scene in Warhammer breaks you heart?

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It's Official, we are now covering 40k Novels on Lodge-Cast!

First up will be the Night Lords Trilogy!

Let us know what you would like us to cover?

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‘The first step is the knowledge,' Said Pontius Glaw. 'An inquisitor must understand the basic traits of Chaos in order to fight it. In a few years, he knows more about the warp than most untutored cultists.'

'Then the second step: the moment he breaks the rules and allows some aspect of Chaos to survive or remain so that he can study it and learn from it. I wouldn’t even bother trying to deny that one, Eisenhorn. I’m right here, aren’t I?’

‘You are.' Said Eisenhorn. 'But understanding is essential. Even a puritan will tell you that! Without it, the Inquisition’s struggle is hopeless.’ ‘Don’t get me started on that,’ he chuckled. Then paused. ‘The third step… the third step is the line itself. When the inquisitor becomes a radical. When he chooses to use Chaos against Chaos. When he employs the agencies of the warp. When he asks the heretical for help.’

‘I see.’ Said Eisenhorn. ‘I’m sure you do. So… are you going to ask me to help you?’ Said Pontius Glaw.


Who is right? The Puritan or the Radical? Should all aspects of the Warp be rejected? Or can you use Chaos without succumbing to it's temptations?

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"Innocence proves nothing" - Author Unknown

The Cruellest and Most Bloody Regime Imaginable, The endless swarms of Tyranids, The Night Lords. What do you find most terrifying about the Warhammer Universe?

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Perturabo will be Live August 7th! But I'm struggling to decide who to cover next?

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'Horus squeezes slowly. He is expecting some last word, some immortal and heroic declaration to mark the end of a majestic, noble life. It ought to be something good, something appropriate. But Sanguinius is no longer capable of speech. He is drowning in his own blood.

The claws close.... There is a double crack of spine and neck.'

What scene in Warhammer do you still think about?

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Perturabo is nearly ready for release!

On my Talos Valcoran video I had a 20 min section at the end where I summarised my thoughts on the character.

Would you be interested to hear it on this Perturabo video? Or just leave it out?

Let me know your thoughts!

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Who Aura Farms the Best?

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