"Fiat Justitia"
Working on something I probably won't be able to share for a bit so here's a teaser. I promise I still do art sometimes, in spite of everything.
‘My princeps? The World Eaters in the ruins… They’re cheering.’
The bleeding demigod had torn his way through the ground, giving voice to his resurrection with a
bellow nothing short of ursine.
Gore sheeted him, painting him in dark, rich red wetness. He threw his axes away, ruined and never to be wielded again, and breathed freedom into his lungs. It smelled of melted glass and felt like sunburn.
‘Lorgar.’
He spat blood as he said the name, rising to his feet at last.
The Word Bearer lifted a scalded hand, not for aid, but in warning.
Angron had no time to lift his
mutilated brother, sprawled at his feet. The sun went dark, as dark as night falling in an instant.
He turned, raising his arms, and took a god-machine’s weight on his shoulders.
Every muscle in his body locked tighter than the iron trying to crush him. Drool stringed through his
metal teeth, skinned knuckles white as he defied the will of a Titan. He gave a bear’s roar as the foot lowered another half-metre.
Sinews crackled in his shoulders. His broken boots skidded back on the patch of unglassed rock; something cracked in his spine, something else cracked in his left knee. The compression of his bones sounded like twigs breaking underfoot, which was a vivid burst of imagination he didn’t appreciate.
But he could hear his men cheering. He could hear them howling as they killed, and crying his name.
He blinked to clear away his sweat’s greasy sting, and dug his boots into the ground. With a smile
slitting across his broken-angel face, he shifted his slipping, blood-slick grip on the Titan’s clawed foot, and started pushing back.
‘Lorgar.’
Angron spoke in something that wasn’t quite a growl and wasn’t quite a laugh.
‘Get up. I can’t hold this forever.’
—Betrayer
Art by pocketaimee 🙏🔥
Worlds of the Hegemon: PROTEA
Formerly known as Vaensar, Protea, renamed after the rise of Dumno-Ualos, is known across the Hegemon as the Dawnworld. Although the Hegemon lacks an official capital, Protea is the seat of The Market and where the Summit Council convenes, and as a result, its unique fashions, trustBrands, architecture, and stylings define Hegemonic high culture.
Despite this lofty honor and its status as one of the thirteen birthworlds of old humanity, most of Protea is a wasteland, ravaged by industry, war, and a failed worldshaping attempt from ages past, the damage retained as a constant reminder of the price of profit.
Protea has but one population hub, the Last City, located in the northern hemisphere, which endures through searing heat cyclones and sulfuric rainstorms. Singular in purpose, it services the largest single planetary structure in the Hegemon made by human hands, The Market.
Within its continental mass are kilometers of server vaults of godlike computational power, and untold legions who work every second of every day to quantify, calculate, and discern the value of all that is and the desire of all who are. Every conceivable product and commodity is considered within The Market and must constantly be monitored and measured, for it is in these halls that the species’ destiny is charted and pursued.
High above the city is the District Apexia, a handful of starscrapers reserved for visiting dignitaries, and the massive pyramid of the Summit Council itself, where representatives from each member nation-state of the Hegemon sit alongside advocates of the most influential MacroCorps. This epicenter sustains ceaseless negotiation, deal-making, and above all, the promise of commerce.
In a departure from conventional norms, the Summit seeks to guide, not govern. Rather than usurping the autonomy of member states, it safeguards stability by ensuring good business, setting best practices and policies in accordance with the needs of humanity as interpreted through the free market.
The Hegemonic fiscal cycle is equivalent in duration to one Protean day.
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Art by Joazzz
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For gameplay purposes, the sheath is attached behind the shield-side arm to preserve visual balance. It's visible when drawing or sheathing. The animation is displayed horizontally in front of the character.