А есть вообще что-то про этого снежного барса, шкуру которого Сангвиний везде на себе таскает?
03.09.2022, 12:51
Причем изначально хозяин хотел доплатить, но примарху стало неловко забирать шкуру бесплатно.
Есть. Сейчас скину
The winged
Primarch, amid the rain and storms of that
far world, took a knee before the rough-cast
killers and scarred blood-drinkers and, rather
than demand their allegiance, he offered
them his own.
The warriors who had offered up everything
to the new Imperium and in return been
granted only scorn and mistrust, were now
offered a Primarch's loyalry, given freely and
without reservation. Sanguinius had won
their devotion with his actions, and to seal
them to him he led the assembled Legion
on their first campaign, standing in the front
lines of battle where his valour spoke for the
sinceriry of his pledge. The storm-wracked
fifth world of the system, Teghar Pentaurus,
was the stage upon which Sanguinius fought
for the loyalry of his Legion. There he gave
of his blood in the maelstrom of combat and
came to understand the true nature of his
sons. Sanguinius witnessed the bloodlust and
fey hunger that ran through his Legion's core
and recognised it as his own darkness. The
abhuman hordes ofTeghar and their bestial
thralls fell before the IX'h Legion like wheat
before a scythe, Sanguinius himself claiming
the pelt of a dire carnodon as a trophy
of battle and a symbol of the pact he had
formed with his sons. In the gore-spattered
aftermath of the campaign, Sanguinius saw
one possible future, a crimson future of war
eternal where his sons would truly become
monsters, the playthings of a dark and
terrible fury. Yet, the winged Primarch did
not despair.
The winged
Primarch, amid the rain and storms of that
far world, took a knee before the rough-cast
killers and scarred blood-drinkers and, rather
than demand their allegiance, he offered
them his own.
The warriors who had offered up everything
to the new Imperium and in return been
granted only scorn and mistrust, were now
offered a Primarch's loyalry, given freely and
without reservation. Sanguinius had won
their devotion with his actions, and to seal
them to him he led the assembled Legion
on their first campaign, standing in the front
lines of battle where his valour spoke for the
sinceriry of his pledge. The storm-wracked
fifth world of the system, Teghar Pentaurus,
was the stage upon which Sanguinius fought
for the loyalry of his Legion. There he gave
of his blood in the maelstrom of combat and
came to understand the true nature of his
sons. Sanguinius witnessed the bloodlust and
fey hunger that ran through his Legion's core
and recognised it as his own darkness. The
abhuman hordes ofTeghar and their bestial
thralls fell before the IX'h Legion like wheat
before a scythe, Sanguinius himself claiming
the pelt of a dire carnodon as a trophy
of battle and a symbol of the pact he had
formed with his sons. In the gore-spattered
aftermath of the campaign, Sanguinius saw
one possible future, a crimson future of war
eternal where his sons would truly become
monsters, the playthings of a dark and
terrible fury. Yet, the winged Primarch did
not despair.
Какое было)))
Человек, рисовавший это явно не в курсе о законе квадрата куба, при том что примархи под 2.5-3метра ростом, каждый должен весить не меньше 300 400 кг, а это какая то балетная труппа имени Цегораха
Человек, писавший это явно не в курсе закона кручения на хую физики и логики в фантастических произведениях по желанию авторов
В мире, где ходят дворцы на курьих ножках и стреляют, а корабли делают дырку в реальности, чтобы добраться до удаленных на сотни световых лет планет, проблема телосложения примарха не самая большая.
Ну да, а у Сангвиния ещё и крылья (теплокровное гуманоидное существо с шестью конечностями!?) поднимающие все эти три метра великолепия в воздух) и никого ничего не смущает, ибо так задумал Император, который бережет. А к вам выехала Инквизиция.
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