#caeruleis

[prisiidon]

One of the zora Travel Guardians who takes travelers through the ocean is a huge basking shark, so they vacuum up any seamonster smaller than them e.g sea octoroks dfhgdgf. They know the safe routes, keeps tabs on creature territories and know how to negotiate passage if there's any run ins. Some take mail with them!

[sunnetrolls]

How’s all being together working out for you?

"It's been so wonderful. I couldn't ask for a better outcome."

Someone else speaks from out of frame.

"What makes you think I was joking with you back then, Polly?"

"Mur, were you--"

"Don't tell them my name."

"Were you planning on stealing my wife?"

"I think that was me. Crocell is more like your childhood sweetheart."

"You know what I mean!"

"I considered it."

[katesfoxhole]

Relatively longtime fan myself, for an American, I got my start with the 2e box set, and I am delighted. The chuds do not speak for me. Of course, I'm female and queer, exactly the sort of person the chuds wish didn't exist (the feeling is mutual, chuds, die in a fire).

I, too, have to laugh at people who think GW "changing the lore" is some new unprecedented awful thing. One of the first things I experienced as a new 40k fan was a drastic retconning of the orks. From goofy bouncing cartoon villains who could, with an unlucky roll of the scatter die, shoot themselves in the back of the head, or send a splatta kannon shell bouncing off three space marines and a rhino without harm, only to kill the warboss (these are things that actually happened when I played orks in 2e)--to these super-serious grim scraps-of-leather-wearing green viking bastards.

Others have spoken about previous retcons to Dark Eldar, Tau, and Necron lore. To which I would add that the very EXISTENCE of those three factions are a retcon. None of them had been invented yet when I came into the hobby.

The chuds are the tourists. And I kinda miss my goofy bouncy 2e ork boys.

YESSSSSS. UPFRONT CONFIRMATION

Ah, the Custodes superiority continues

[chaotic-zora]

Zora fight....ZORA FIGHT. Thresh claims they're fostering interdomain relations between Volica and Caeruleis via sharing fighting techniques, but in reality he just wants to duke it out with @prisiidon 's Lionel.

Also, I'd like to say thank you Prin, for being such a warm and welcoming presence in the zora community. Zora May was such a wonderful event and the way you welcomed and encouraged others (such as myself being a newcomer!) through hashtags and interactions legit made me so happy, and made me want to draw, participate, and connect with others all that much more! 💜

Close ups below!

[crossover-enthusiast]

responsum est intus.

osseus et lilac opus sunt.

oculi semper vident

stellae fulgebunt

oculi caerulei super Oceanum lucent.

osseus et genitor secreta penitus habent.

Cutem tuam frigora senties.

responsa insculpta sunt;

sceleta et cucurbitas futura straverunt.

cucurbita sidera videt;

vade in mentis excessum

numquam habebis casum.

cucurbita morietur.

osseus iacere et clamare

lilac perdet

et plus potus booze.

cultus non cessabit.

nos omnes adminicula.

filia ardet;

pater discit

populus congregamini

audi sonum

TRANSLATE IT TO ENGLISH (bet ya didn’t know I could write poems

The poem took a second to send

But also OOOO

Also. What do you mean the pumpkin will die you can't do that to me

[midnightsnackblog]

Tell me about Luminara! How did she come to live in Zora's Domain? How did she meet Bazz?

Luminara left Caerulies as she felt her old home was a bit much for a simple singer, don't get her wrong she loved Caeruleies but it never did felt like home until she moved to the domain.

She met Bazz when he was jumped by a pack of Lizalfos. Luminara isn't a fighter, but she did her best to fend them off while she let Bazz to safety, as he had been knocked unconscious by then. When Bazz woke, he was in one of the domain's healing pools, he heard Luminara singing and he was the first to fall for her.

[katesfoxhole]

I suspect the "commies" are Tau.

Can you tell me about some of the smaller xeno species? I've heard plenty about the orks, elves, commies, and 'nids. I want to know about the minor xenos. Thanks!

Commies? WTF? Do you mean Necrons?

As for minor xenos, I suggest Lexicanum, the good Warhammer Wiki, because there is a few and I can not remember them all.

Cept the Psionic Owl Bears that work for the T'au.

[dinhthang]

THUỐC THANH NHIỆT TAO THẤP - NHÂN TRẦN (Herba Adennosmatis caerulei)

Dùng bộ phận trên mặt đất, phơi khô của cây nhân trần Adenosma caeruleum R. Br. Họ Họa mõm sói - Scrophulariaceae.

Tính vị: vị đắng, cay, tính hơi hàn. Quy kinh: nhập vào 4 kinh tỳ, vị, can, đởm. Công năng chủ trị: …

Chú ý:

Ngoài cây nhân trần ra, còn dùng cây bồ bồ Adenosma capitatum Benth Họ Hoa mõm sói Serophulariaceae để làm thuốc, chữa các bệnh nói trên, đặc biệt là bệnh viêm gan hoàng đản. Tuy nhiên tác dụng kém hơn.

Nhân trần có tác dụng chống oxy hoá tốt.

NguyênLiệuLàmThuốc #ThuốcThanhNhiệtTáoThấp

[aeontriad]

[prisiidon]

Headcanoning that ocean zora who live underwater have lower tolerance to land food and not really used to walking on land. RIP lactose, gluten and wheat. 😔 or! they have underwater fantasy rice and coral sugar sacs

[sunnetrolls]

Hey Abby how’s that reunion going?

Your tail is wagging...?!

"I can still hardly believe she's been alive all this time."

[chaotic-zora]

oH down to ally with your domain for suRE if you want!!

🤝Yeeted past council 🤝 likes their giants/guardian leviathans 🤝 weaponry and fantasy underwater veg trade 🤝

@prisiidon YES would 1000% be down to ally with Caeruleis!!

Volica would especially appreciate the allyship considering Caeruleis is a republic, for many in Volica still have conflicted feelings regarding royalty/nobles. Big trust issues at hand.

SAME BRAIN holy shit gotta YEET those corrupt leaders OUTTA here

Volica shall provide ore for weapon production, and will smith weapons for your current fueding needs and then receive delicious vegs? 🤝 You got yourself a trade deal

Silvry would also be particularly interested in vacationing in Caeruleis with it being underwater. And those vent springs 👀 They'd sleep in one lol and be devastated when they'd inevitably have to leave.

[cxffexngel]

[ @caeruleis​ ]

         " I'm telling you, I saw something fall into the forest." He's repeated the same phrase roughly three times in the short walk from the backyard to the woods all while arguing with the small dragon at his side. The same one that was no longer there when he glanced over his shoulder as his protest was met with utter silence. With a huff, and the roll of his eyes, he trudged through the densely packed trees. He would prove his point when personally hauled whatever piece of treasure had fallen from the sky back so he could shove it in Vyrn's face. And maybe he was just being a bit petty because he had lost his last bet with the creature. He was not losing this time. Expect, maybe, he already had. He realizes the moment he ducks beneath a few weeping branches, and has to clamp his hands over his mouth just to stop himself from gasping at the sight that greets him - a person.

          Or, he thinks, but he swore he had spotted, for a split second, a pair of torn wings upon the other's back. Yet, any apprehension he had felt was swiftly tossed aside when he actually takes the time to look at the other - armor covered in grime and blood. His heart sinks into the pit of his stomach as he gracelessly tears himself from the bushes to rush over without much thought at all. "Hey, are you all right?" That was a stupid question, so he tries again, "Let me help you."

         Free, but at what cost. Tearing through thick numerous layers of rumble seeking a light that made his blood boil, filled in so much stinging rage enough to fuel his deteriorating body impact through impact with the layers of the pandemonium as the crimson horizon drained his reserves of magic, even then Sandalphon did no relent. He wanted to prove that these shackles meant nothing, no curse, tortures that the supreme primarch would rain down into him would mean a damn if he was so much as able to get his attention from adobe the clouds with his own power. And So he did, waiting for more than two thousand of years, absorbing the little light he could through battered feathers and forming plans, sinking into the despair that it was the only thing that held his hand when the light had forsaken him for something so simple, yet apparently he wasn’t fit for. Which? He doesn’t care. Not anymore, not when he knows he can carve his paths in cruelty and blood at his heel as Sandalphon plots the many ways he could tear that disgusting distance that always had kept him from the highest heights denied to him.

         It’s when the sun hits his eyes that relief settles, and torn wings relax when finally the last of the Pandemonium’s walls had given before his strength that he makes the mistake to relax, a beat off and the ache of centuries of battles weighting so awfully suddenly on his back finally retaliating against the accomplishment the fallen angel had achieved, and whatever face he had that moment of victory dies in the desperation that is finding his extra limbs couldn’t respond. Muscle at the base of his wings barely react, and then rubble from his prison catches up, barraging the unfortunate innate through the blue skies as consciousness falls into yet another slumber the fallen did not want to go.

        Whatever forces had played in it be damned, for it takes a while for his ears to stop ringing, wings that barely were fit to fly fading the moment consciousness finally catches up and the warm pool of blood around him barely registered shook his battered body awake. But Sandalphon was in no shape to even move, so he prays, to no one in particular, no monster or whatever had cushioned his fall saw him as easy prey. No. He has to succeed, now that he’s free, to bring down the Supreme primarch, tear down the skies in his cry of agony. Show everyone what he was capable for - yet, right now, body could only do so much as to breathe hoarsely. Muscles cry in pain unlike the times he was experimented on, bitten down to the bone by immaculate monsters and drained off his energy forcibly by the very layers of the bottom of the skies could do to even the strongest primal beasts when exposed to it. He knows there’s a voice, knows it’s approaching fast - yet nothing responds to quiet commands to unsheathe his katana. Nothing. Pathetic.

          Help? He does not need help. Curse whoever dares to touch him even if his sorry stated mostly said otherwise. “ G... “ Go away! Don’t touch me! Were the harsh protests he wanted to say, but not even his mouth wanted to cooperate, bloodstained grass far better of a makeshift bed than a pile of rocks that stabbed his back and cold layers of steel that little sheltered his body during the worst of winters. If seasons even existed back in that place. A hand twitches, he needs to go away, find shelter to hide and heal his wounds, but his desperation was futile, and Sandalphon felt some resignation seep into his mind, which he fights because no, he can’t be finished when it just had started. Only able to listen and pray he can attack whoever this stranger could be and wanted to do with him, hah! How cruel, to end up like this, like a broken and forgotten toy just for someone else to take with, truly. Fingers that were drenched in dirt and blood curl sightly, which is the best he could muster besides a mostly involuntary hoarse inhale of air to the visitor, the best proof this torn body was still alive.

[malefacere]

@caeruleis​​ uttered:  “If you play dumb, your head will fly.” { Lucilius }

[ THREAT. ]  rang out like a death knell as they fell from the Astral’s lips.  Cold, CALCULATING, irritated.  Such a tone that the fallen angel was all too familiar with but this struck an odd chord within.  T’was enough to draw crimson gaze to full attention upon the researcher’s form.  How own MIRTHFUL features soon falling flat as not to provoke such an ire.      “Now now Cilius.  Plans are still going apace.       It is not like I abandoned your vision.”  His words were guarded, carefully chosen.  Should the primal err, his life would very well end, that much he was certain of.  For far too long had he whiled away the sleepless nights fantasizing his death by his creator’s hand but this was neither the time nor the place.  Still lips did part to renew a PLAYFUL sort of smile.  Perhaps that was pushing it.      “Surely you don’t think I’d spoil your work for something so trivial?”  A pause given as still his gaze remained upon the Astral.  A pang of worry coursed through Belial.  He’d hope that boundary wasn’t too far crossed.

[ PERHAPS. ]  it’d be better off to be forthcoming.  Seemed this man was the only to draw upon the well of guilt within him, though selfish & SELF-PRESERVING as it may be.       “Well . . . I may have toyed with my own ideas in the mix.       But I assure you it was only to keep me entertained.       But it didn’t throw your plans too far from the tracks, did it?”  Smile faded from its full CONFIDENCE to a more sheepish sort.  Seconds wound down painfully slow in between words.  Torn between the thrill of the threat his master’s punishment should he step out of bound & the creeping dread should it be too far.  Always & ever were the primal’s own sentiments rife with contradictions. 

[grxndcyphcr-a]

@caeruleis​ || Ilsa Starter Call [ACCEPTING]

Ilsa sat alone at the cafe table, with her head resting on one of her hands. She observed the hubbub of the various other patrons at the cafe, chatting and laughing and simply having a good time. Peaceful, happy moments like this were what the Society fought so hard for...and she almost never got often due to the rigorous demands of her job, ironically. Might as well savor this moment while it lasted before she returns to her usual hard-as-nails drill sergeant mode.

Her eyes then caught sight of the other one meant to join her: Eustace. Looking as gruff as ever, with the same “not-smiley” countenance she herself also sported.

“Made it on time, Hellcat,” she greeted him. “At least you’re punctual about this, unlike that partner of yours.”

[katesfoxhole]

Third declension neuter. Like all faction tags it's in the nominative plural.

I used necrontyr rather than necron as the stem, which may have been a mistake. Tbh I've never been that interested in necrons, so I've never delved that deep into their lore. Apparently necrontyr ≠ necrons, but are a precursor of them? Whoops.

alienigenae (xenos)

eldares – eldar (fifth declension f)

tyrannia – tyrannid (third declension i-stem n)

veridicutes – orks (lit. greenskins)(third declension f)

pueri caerulei – Tau (lit. blue boys)(second declension m)

necrontyra necrona – necrons (third declension n)

All this talk about space marine husbandry, where are the stories of necrons adopting flocks of adoring tech-priests