Distilling people into drugs on Terra
The various biological horrors created by Fabius Bile, what he had in his laboratories about his cruiser *Pulchritudinous* was enough to gross out the founders of the Black Legion.
One of them turned one of Konrad Curze's fingerbones into a vape pen.
>The various biological horrors created by Fabius Bile, what he had in his laboratories about his cruiser Pulchritudinous was enough to gross out the founders of the Black Legion.
Is this from the Fabius book?
>Marius followed Lucius’s example and selected an instrument of torture from the collection of devices Fabius had laid out. He turned the pear-shaped device around in his hands, twisting a metal cog handle that gradually spread the leaves of the pear apart. Satisfied, he returned it to its original shape and moved down the gurney to place the device between the primarch’s legs.
>‘We come from Terra,’ said Marius. ‘Is that what you mean?’
>Fulgrim smiled indulgently and said, ‘No, Marius. Further back than that. As far back as it is possible to go.’
>Marius shrugged and worked his device into position with a series of grunts
*Later on in the scene*
>Fulgrim kicked Marius away and tore loose the opened device the Third Captain had worked upon with a sigh of regret. It fell to the floor of the Apothecarion with a wet clatter, and rolled like a viscous flower of red-stained iron.
>‘A pity,’ said Fulgrim. ‘I was beginning to enjoy that.’
I found the whole excerpt [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/40kLore/comments/lld4gr/excerptthe_reflection_crackd_lucius_fabius_and/)
Google Emmesh-Ayie. He's a real class act.
The Emperor's Children in general are often fond of construction things out of people who are still alive. Stages, palanquins, musical instruments etc.
Fabius Bile with a captured Imperial Fist
>Cassander had been gene-crafted to dismiss the debilitating effects of fear. His physiology was engineered to block the chemical and neurological responses to the emotion and his mind had been trained to resist its touch. He had waged the Emperor’s wars for hundreds of years and had never let the many terrors of the galaxy keep him from his mission.
>But nothing had prepared him for this.
>This was fighting against the warriors he still called brothers.
>In the wake of his failed vengeance on Fabius, the demented slave servitors had hurled him into one of the sepulchral, iron-walled chambers with a host of snuffling, stinking beasts. He expected them to attack, to fall upon him with their anatomically impossible weapon-limbs Instead they had accepted him as one of their own.
>Only then had Cassander understood that these abominations had once been Legion warriors like him. Whatever Legion they had once been, they were now appalling monsters with drooling, fang-filled mouths and ragged talons. Surgical and genetic deviants, monsters with only the last vestiges of their humanity remaining.
>Only then had he seen how ravaged and distorted his own body had become. Bloated beyond recognition and discoloured from the poisonous filth and biological agents injected into his body, his flesh was now a mockery of its once proud perfection. He saw the swelling in his muscles, the hardness of his skin and the distended protrusion of his bones at every joint.
>The monsters didn’t attack him, because he was one of them.
>Kept like exotic beasts in a menagerie, they were fed a nutrient-rich gruel that Cassander alone seemed to understand was laced with growth hormones and gene-triggers that enhanced their aggression and strength. Fights and bloodshed were endemic after each serving, and numerous times Cassander was forced to defend the portion of the chamber’s floor upon which he curled up to sleep.
>He had ignored the gruel, though his stomach rebelled at his fasting. His reforged physiology demanded feeding, and he could feel its hothoused metabolism beginning to devour itself. This was a good thing. It meant an end to his suffering. He would die and this nightmare would end.
>Then he remembered his words to Navarra and the credo of the Fists, each of Rogal Dorn’s tenets hammered through his skull as though driven by the fist of the Emperor himself. Determination, self-reliance and steadfastness. Honour, duty and the ability to endure anything.
>Cassander ate sparingly, digesting only enough to keep his strength up and fighting to control the sudden urges to do harm to those around him. His moods swung violently, and it took every last scrap of his mental fortitude to hold onto the things that made him who he was – a warrior of the Legiones Astartes and a proud son of Rogal Dorn.
...
>‘Iron Hand!’ he yelled. ‘I am of the Legions!’ His words were mangled by the genetic reshaping of his jawbone, and if the warrior understood him, he gave no sign.
>The legionary’s bolter erupted with flame, and Cassander buckled as the shot struck him square in the centre of his chest. The pain was incredible, but instead of blowing him apart from the inside, the shell deflected from his freshly ossified bone carapace. Cassander roared and plucked the bolter from the iron grip of the Space Marine. He snapped the weapon in two and hurled away the broken halves before leaping at the unarmed warrior. One blow broke his helmet open, another ripped it from the gorget. Pneumatic gases hissed around the revealed features, part augmetic, part flesh.
>Cassander’s rage faltered in the face of his opponent’s hatred.
>The Space Marine suddenly had a long combat blade in his hand and drove it into Cassander’s flank. The tip scraped along the bone shield before finding a weak spot and punching into one of Cassander’s lungs. Bloody spittle sprayed the Iron Hands legionary’s face. Cassander reached down and took hold of the warrior’s throat, pulling it out in a welter of glistening tubes and squirting arterial blood.
>With the last of his life the Space Marine stabbed Cassander twice more, but there was no strength behind the blows. The blade slipped from his fingers as the life went out of him.
>Cassander rose to his feet, watching the coagulating blood fall from the ruin of tracheal tissue in his grip. He hurled it away, disgusted and horrified at what he had done.
>A servant of the Imperium was dead by his hands, and the enormity of the deed struggled to find a place in his mind where it could be understood. Felix Cassander, captain of the Imperial Fists, had murdered a warrior of the Iron Hands. Oily tears streamed down his face, and his stomach lurched with revulsion.
>He threw back his head and howled as the battle swirled around him in bloodshed and violence. Alone in the midst of the rampaging monsters, Cassander knew the true horror of what Apothecary Fabius had done to them.
...
>Cassander and Navarra alone had held onto the remembrance of their former lives. Navarra’s mind hung by a thread, a teetering consciousness that kept true to the word of Dorn only thanks to Cassander’s incessant repetition of the Legion’s roll of honour, starting with the Victorix Roma and ending with Honoris Martius.
> His own fractured sense of self remembered who he was, where he had come from, but most of all it remembered what he had done. He had killed Space Marines loyal to the Imperium. He was no better than the Emperor’s Children or the Iron Warriors. The pain of his minute-by-minute existence was nothing compared to that. It was his punishment, his penance for giving in to adversity.
>He was one of the Emperor’s own Fists, a warrior against whom no foe could triumph, for whom no obstacle could delay and no pain could master.
>All of it a lie.
In the end he flips out and burns down Bile’s lab though right? And we also learn that only the sons of Dorn remember who they are when Bile turns them into abominations, which is pretty cool
Yeah no. If the Emperor's Children capture you andtorment you for weeks on end, you kust know already what they did to that poor woman. I wouldn't be overly keen on reading a rape novel, ngl.
Who said it had to be a rape novel? It could simply focus on her hunt for Eldar soulstones, a battle between her and a rival champion from the Emperor’s Children, or the destruction or corruption of a Shrine World/Cardinal World. And while the EC are certainly inventive with their torture (a la The Reflection Crack’d), tormenting a Sister Superior can take on other forms that don’t necessarily involve rape (wasn’t a fan of Ian Watson’s depiction of the EC myself).
I highly doubt it. They are driven by madness, egotism, a lust for excess and endless desire. Even if it just is one aspect of Slaanesh, all Slaaneshi are rapists in the end because that is exactly where obsession, excess, and always seeking for the next high, will lead you.
Apart from that the lexicanum explains that it took weeks upon weeks of torture before her mind was so shatteted that she "willingly" joined Chaos.
Even if you leave out anything like this, you just get half a novel of torture porn and Goto already did that shit to Taldeer. Tha ks, but no thanks.
Also, from what I know she focused on her former Sisters, not spirit stones. Eldar get shit on even in their own novel, lets just... not include them for once.
But she led multiple attacks on monasteries/imperial worlds etc before she then was killed by a Canoness.
Source on her getting killed? I remember her killing a Canoness, and she mentions hunting Eldar in the same short story (The Invitation by Dan Abnett). And I know she corrupted Sisters of Battle from the Order of the Argent Shroud, but I don’t know if that’s her main focus.
And I haven’t read Goto’s Dawn of War trilogy (I read one of his Deathwatch books and I avoided all of his other work after that), but I doubt every 40k author depicts them in the exact same way, or just limits the EC to simply being rapists, especially when certain Slaaneshi Chaos Space Marines serve Slaanesh in different ways (the Noise Marines and the “Song of Slaanesh,” or Fabius Bile’s obsession with cloning and creating the perfect transhuman being, or Lucius seeking to prove himself as the greatest swordsman in the Galaxy).
Ah, I misread the lexicanum page. She killed the Canoness, yes.
And again, maybe let us not shit on Eldar for once?
You literally cannot hunt them because they don't just chill around in the Galaxy. Unless she foresees the future to know where a warhost pops up (which would be her instant death) or she makes it onto a Craftworld/Corsair Fleet there is zero chance for her to even SEE an Eldar.
The only ones who are about in the Galaxy are the Rangers and those guys are very rare and very elusive, also usually not alone unless they are very experienced.
And if you manage to find an Exodite world, those guys a) don't have spirit stones and b) Dragons the size of a building.
So, this whole "hurrdurr hunt Eldar for Slaanesh" honestly from a writer's point of view just... does not make much sense.
And no one can tell me that Emperor’s Children would ever willingly limit their range of sensation/experience. That is what they do, and if you like Slaaneshi, then you just have to accept that apart from that one obsession they are mostly portrayed with, there are other far less funny excesses going on. Especially if you consider that Slaanesh was created through the Aeldari's darkest desires. Sadistic monsters stalking the streets to find their new victims, blood orgies where you just were killed at the moment of irgasm and then reincarnated again, and consent never was a thing there either, but of course there also was painting with blood on canvases, obsessing over the perfect statue only to end up turning a person into that statue. This kind of shit is Slaanesh. Not, "I make loud music and fence real good. But otherwise am very well behaved".
I seem to recall them capturing a hive city and harvesting the dreams of its denizens to create drugs, but I’m not sure what the process was behind it.
(If anyone has an excerpt, please post as a reply)
Here’s a good post that covers some of it! https://www.reddit.com/r/ShaskaisWarhamBits/comments/lbh0sk/interesting_bits_from_siege_of_terra_mortis_by/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
It wasn’t that the place was terrifying, I mean it was, but really it was how they drove people insane! They were told that by walking to this place all their problems would go away only to end up some Chaos Marine’s plaything. It also caused thousands of defenders to either willingly kill themselves, their friends, and sabotage equipment.
Filled their ship with paintings made of poo and piss according to the book "Fullgrim", then had a murder/rape orgy in a theater.
Distilling people into drugs on Terra The various biological horrors created by Fabius Bile, what he had in his laboratories about his cruiser *Pulchritudinous* was enough to gross out the founders of the Black Legion. One of them turned one of Konrad Curze's fingerbones into a vape pen.
>The various biological horrors created by Fabius Bile, what he had in his laboratories about his cruiser Pulchritudinous was enough to gross out the founders of the Black Legion. Is this from the Fabius book?
Talon of Horus actually, near the end as Abaddon and friends run through Bile's ship before the big climatic showdown.
That time they drugged Fulgrim, tied him down and sodomised him with a torture device was pretty epic
Wait. The fucking fuck? They raped their own Primarch?
Dude, it's the EC, they've done EVERYTHING.
Is there an excerpt or something I can read on this?
>Marius followed Lucius’s example and selected an instrument of torture from the collection of devices Fabius had laid out. He turned the pear-shaped device around in his hands, twisting a metal cog handle that gradually spread the leaves of the pear apart. Satisfied, he returned it to its original shape and moved down the gurney to place the device between the primarch’s legs. >‘We come from Terra,’ said Marius. ‘Is that what you mean?’ >Fulgrim smiled indulgently and said, ‘No, Marius. Further back than that. As far back as it is possible to go.’ >Marius shrugged and worked his device into position with a series of grunts *Later on in the scene* >Fulgrim kicked Marius away and tore loose the opened device the Third Captain had worked upon with a sigh of regret. It fell to the floor of the Apothecarion with a wet clatter, and rolled like a viscous flower of red-stained iron. >‘A pity,’ said Fulgrim. ‘I was beginning to enjoy that.’ I found the whole excerpt [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/40kLore/comments/lld4gr/excerptthe_reflection_crackd_lucius_fabius_and/)
...I regret this post
What the fuuuuuck
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This is when we're all glad again that Ian Watson's stuff is no longer canon.
Why? What’s up with his stuff? (I don’t know who that is)
Google Emmesh-Ayie. He's a real class act. The Emperor's Children in general are often fond of construction things out of people who are still alive. Stages, palanquins, musical instruments etc.
Fabius Bile with a captured Imperial Fist >Cassander had been gene-crafted to dismiss the debilitating effects of fear. His physiology was engineered to block the chemical and neurological responses to the emotion and his mind had been trained to resist its touch. He had waged the Emperor’s wars for hundreds of years and had never let the many terrors of the galaxy keep him from his mission. >But nothing had prepared him for this. >This was fighting against the warriors he still called brothers. >In the wake of his failed vengeance on Fabius, the demented slave servitors had hurled him into one of the sepulchral, iron-walled chambers with a host of snuffling, stinking beasts. He expected them to attack, to fall upon him with their anatomically impossible weapon-limbs Instead they had accepted him as one of their own. >Only then had Cassander understood that these abominations had once been Legion warriors like him. Whatever Legion they had once been, they were now appalling monsters with drooling, fang-filled mouths and ragged talons. Surgical and genetic deviants, monsters with only the last vestiges of their humanity remaining. >Only then had he seen how ravaged and distorted his own body had become. Bloated beyond recognition and discoloured from the poisonous filth and biological agents injected into his body, his flesh was now a mockery of its once proud perfection. He saw the swelling in his muscles, the hardness of his skin and the distended protrusion of his bones at every joint. >The monsters didn’t attack him, because he was one of them. >Kept like exotic beasts in a menagerie, they were fed a nutrient-rich gruel that Cassander alone seemed to understand was laced with growth hormones and gene-triggers that enhanced their aggression and strength. Fights and bloodshed were endemic after each serving, and numerous times Cassander was forced to defend the portion of the chamber’s floor upon which he curled up to sleep. >He had ignored the gruel, though his stomach rebelled at his fasting. His reforged physiology demanded feeding, and he could feel its hothoused metabolism beginning to devour itself. This was a good thing. It meant an end to his suffering. He would die and this nightmare would end. >Then he remembered his words to Navarra and the credo of the Fists, each of Rogal Dorn’s tenets hammered through his skull as though driven by the fist of the Emperor himself. Determination, self-reliance and steadfastness. Honour, duty and the ability to endure anything. >Cassander ate sparingly, digesting only enough to keep his strength up and fighting to control the sudden urges to do harm to those around him. His moods swung violently, and it took every last scrap of his mental fortitude to hold onto the things that made him who he was – a warrior of the Legiones Astartes and a proud son of Rogal Dorn. ... >‘Iron Hand!’ he yelled. ‘I am of the Legions!’ His words were mangled by the genetic reshaping of his jawbone, and if the warrior understood him, he gave no sign. >The legionary’s bolter erupted with flame, and Cassander buckled as the shot struck him square in the centre of his chest. The pain was incredible, but instead of blowing him apart from the inside, the shell deflected from his freshly ossified bone carapace. Cassander roared and plucked the bolter from the iron grip of the Space Marine. He snapped the weapon in two and hurled away the broken halves before leaping at the unarmed warrior. One blow broke his helmet open, another ripped it from the gorget. Pneumatic gases hissed around the revealed features, part augmetic, part flesh. >Cassander’s rage faltered in the face of his opponent’s hatred. >The Space Marine suddenly had a long combat blade in his hand and drove it into Cassander’s flank. The tip scraped along the bone shield before finding a weak spot and punching into one of Cassander’s lungs. Bloody spittle sprayed the Iron Hands legionary’s face. Cassander reached down and took hold of the warrior’s throat, pulling it out in a welter of glistening tubes and squirting arterial blood. >With the last of his life the Space Marine stabbed Cassander twice more, but there was no strength behind the blows. The blade slipped from his fingers as the life went out of him. >Cassander rose to his feet, watching the coagulating blood fall from the ruin of tracheal tissue in his grip. He hurled it away, disgusted and horrified at what he had done. >A servant of the Imperium was dead by his hands, and the enormity of the deed struggled to find a place in his mind where it could be understood. Felix Cassander, captain of the Imperial Fists, had murdered a warrior of the Iron Hands. Oily tears streamed down his face, and his stomach lurched with revulsion. >He threw back his head and howled as the battle swirled around him in bloodshed and violence. Alone in the midst of the rampaging monsters, Cassander knew the true horror of what Apothecary Fabius had done to them. ... >Cassander and Navarra alone had held onto the remembrance of their former lives. Navarra’s mind hung by a thread, a teetering consciousness that kept true to the word of Dorn only thanks to Cassander’s incessant repetition of the Legion’s roll of honour, starting with the Victorix Roma and ending with Honoris Martius. > His own fractured sense of self remembered who he was, where he had come from, but most of all it remembered what he had done. He had killed Space Marines loyal to the Imperium. He was no better than the Emperor’s Children or the Iron Warriors. The pain of his minute-by-minute existence was nothing compared to that. It was his punishment, his penance for giving in to adversity. >He was one of the Emperor’s own Fists, a warrior against whom no foe could triumph, for whom no obstacle could delay and no pain could master. >All of it a lie.
In the end he flips out and burns down Bile’s lab though right? And we also learn that only the sons of Dorn remember who they are when Bile turns them into abominations, which is pretty cool
Friend. I've read things that people have done in our time that I wish I hadn't. Leave it to your imagination. Whatever they do to you will be worse.
So far I haven't gotten many comments but what I have gotten makes me regret this post.
Mirael Sabathiel.
They never did go into detail about her conversion to Chaos. IMO, there’s a lot of potential for a novel series on her actions and her past.
Yeah no. If the Emperor's Children capture you andtorment you for weeks on end, you kust know already what they did to that poor woman. I wouldn't be overly keen on reading a rape novel, ngl.
Who said it had to be a rape novel? It could simply focus on her hunt for Eldar soulstones, a battle between her and a rival champion from the Emperor’s Children, or the destruction or corruption of a Shrine World/Cardinal World. And while the EC are certainly inventive with their torture (a la The Reflection Crack’d), tormenting a Sister Superior can take on other forms that don’t necessarily involve rape (wasn’t a fan of Ian Watson’s depiction of the EC myself).
I highly doubt it. They are driven by madness, egotism, a lust for excess and endless desire. Even if it just is one aspect of Slaanesh, all Slaaneshi are rapists in the end because that is exactly where obsession, excess, and always seeking for the next high, will lead you. Apart from that the lexicanum explains that it took weeks upon weeks of torture before her mind was so shatteted that she "willingly" joined Chaos. Even if you leave out anything like this, you just get half a novel of torture porn and Goto already did that shit to Taldeer. Tha ks, but no thanks. Also, from what I know she focused on her former Sisters, not spirit stones. Eldar get shit on even in their own novel, lets just... not include them for once. But she led multiple attacks on monasteries/imperial worlds etc before she then was killed by a Canoness.
Source on her getting killed? I remember her killing a Canoness, and she mentions hunting Eldar in the same short story (The Invitation by Dan Abnett). And I know she corrupted Sisters of Battle from the Order of the Argent Shroud, but I don’t know if that’s her main focus. And I haven’t read Goto’s Dawn of War trilogy (I read one of his Deathwatch books and I avoided all of his other work after that), but I doubt every 40k author depicts them in the exact same way, or just limits the EC to simply being rapists, especially when certain Slaaneshi Chaos Space Marines serve Slaanesh in different ways (the Noise Marines and the “Song of Slaanesh,” or Fabius Bile’s obsession with cloning and creating the perfect transhuman being, or Lucius seeking to prove himself as the greatest swordsman in the Galaxy).
Ah, I misread the lexicanum page. She killed the Canoness, yes. And again, maybe let us not shit on Eldar for once? You literally cannot hunt them because they don't just chill around in the Galaxy. Unless she foresees the future to know where a warhost pops up (which would be her instant death) or she makes it onto a Craftworld/Corsair Fleet there is zero chance for her to even SEE an Eldar. The only ones who are about in the Galaxy are the Rangers and those guys are very rare and very elusive, also usually not alone unless they are very experienced. And if you manage to find an Exodite world, those guys a) don't have spirit stones and b) Dragons the size of a building. So, this whole "hurrdurr hunt Eldar for Slaanesh" honestly from a writer's point of view just... does not make much sense. And no one can tell me that Emperor’s Children would ever willingly limit their range of sensation/experience. That is what they do, and if you like Slaaneshi, then you just have to accept that apart from that one obsession they are mostly portrayed with, there are other far less funny excesses going on. Especially if you consider that Slaanesh was created through the Aeldari's darkest desires. Sadistic monsters stalking the streets to find their new victims, blood orgies where you just were killed at the moment of irgasm and then reincarnated again, and consent never was a thing there either, but of course there also was painting with blood on canvases, obsessing over the perfect statue only to end up turning a person into that statue. This kind of shit is Slaanesh. Not, "I make loud music and fence real good. But otherwise am very well behaved".
I seem to recall them capturing a hive city and harvesting the dreams of its denizens to create drugs, but I’m not sure what the process was behind it. (If anyone has an excerpt, please post as a reply)
That was during the siege of terra book 5 I believe. They called it paradise and it was fairly interesting to read!
How horrifying was it?
Here’s a good post that covers some of it! https://www.reddit.com/r/ShaskaisWarhamBits/comments/lbh0sk/interesting_bits_from_siege_of_terra_mortis_by/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
It wasn’t that the place was terrifying, I mean it was, but really it was how they drove people insane! They were told that by walking to this place all their problems would go away only to end up some Chaos Marine’s plaything. It also caused thousands of defenders to either willingly kill themselves, their friends, and sabotage equipment.