okay, character, the Techpriest that @blizz4rd1203 and @skitariiposting made miniatures of with the beak:
Mordax, the Engineer of Tzeentch
yes, these are both gonna be the same individual, one just pre-damnation and the other post-damnation
let's see. . .
enrolled in the Ordo Reductor after a boring life as a repair technician in the Ring of Iron, and rose through the ranks unnaturally fast
after remarkably few campaigns and actual combat, apparently winning most of her victories through sheer luck, she became a Magos Reductor after only a few short decades
with far more power than she should have, both through her command and her augmentations, she started to. . . slip. she became zealous in her worship of the Machine God, even for a usual techpriest, and became suspicious of the Imperium of Man
this all came to a head when she finally cracked on a religious pilgrimage to Mars (with a small army of Skitarii, Robots, and personal Or do Reductor Guards at her disposal), declaring the God-Emperor a rotting carcass, and attempting to start a revolution of Independence to, quote, "restore the glory of the Cult Mechanicum"
needless to say, she got her ass beat. with her force destroyed and her augmentations falling off as she ran, she took a wrong turn and stumbled DIRECTLY into the Warp
there, she met the god she claimed to give her every lucky break, every bit of praise, her very soul. Tzeentch. she sees Tzeentch as the true Machine God, designing fate and time just as It would, and is more than happy to devote herself to him
now, she's a mechanical abomination, what little organic flesh remaining having been mutated beyond recognition. ripping apart the daemon engines of the rival Chaos Gods and loyalist Skitarii with the same reveling gusto, she would incorporate what scrap she could harvest from her victims into her mechanical frame
she grew to be a sorcererous atrocity a bit larger than Belisarius Cawl
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" In her case, it started with color. At the beginning, it was red. No one cared to argue with red paintings, of course; red is the color of Holy Mars, the seat of the omnissiah's power. There were others in her time who appreciated her redder works, though often thought it a quaint waste of processing cycles. Later, it became purple; not a single specimen of work would come to fruition without the inclusion of purple in no small amount. This coincided with the beginnings of fitful dreams. She writ of these dreams as an account of possibility. They filled her mind with serpents, feathered beasts and a creature of no succinct description; these things they spoke to her, showed her the destruction of both Holy Mars and forge world Uroctonus. Then, came blue. The bluest of her depictions are devoid of interpretation. It had by this point become so convinced of its role as savior of the mechanicum that it would have to make conscious effort every moment not to put to its canvas the dark designs that had been shown to it in its dreams. The dreams themselves now only being prolonged periods of staring ahead, a terrible intense blue light in the center of its vision; by account of its daily log which had long dropped pretense of being the log of a dutiful adept of the imperium. It was then, with everything in place, that it became what it had chosen to be."
-TechnoArchaeologist Duril V. Krarc, on the recent Excommunication of Mordax Muraen.
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Arrived wayyy to early at the shooting range, so I spent the time looking at the area - and it did not disappoint! I am still shocked that the shooting range has more biodiversity in such a small area than most “national parks” in this country.
The quotation marks means that there are no national parks in this country... we have signs that says we do, but there is no difference between the so-called national parks and everywhere else: there is just as many factories, farmlands and villages in it as out of it.
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Rec: Drawing the Line by Overlord_Mordax
Title: Drawing the Line
Author: Overlord_Mordax
Canon: Spider-Man Trilogy
Pairing: Otto Octavius/Norman Osborn
Rating: Teen [PG]
Word Count: 17,060
Summary: Otto doesn’t know whether Norman’s (the Goblin’s?) attempt to pull him into a kiss was a
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Doodle dump of them.. Everytime I think of them I melt
Ievahn Mordax <> / <3 Etivor Petris (@heuristicallyinclined )
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Biting Jumping Spider - Opisthoncus mordax
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