A stunner from Denmark this monday morning. Stefan a.k.a FPOA, one of our four Thorn Moons campaign masterminds, and very much the inspiration for the whole affair here to share some new work. WOW.
Thurisaz, Thorne Weaver
+ Crataegus, 330th Moon Tide, Congression of the Elder Ones +
The wind had grown heavily during the current moon tide as it was nearing its end and a new moon would rise. It had turned the cylindrical clearing into a storm chamber, which, like an archaic drone, amplified the melodic voices that rose from its centre to be carried through the labyrinthine expanse of hissing biomechanical forest surrounding it.
Fifteen immense figures stood facing each other in a wide circle enhancing the peripheral shape of the moss-covered walls of the clearing. They were all clad in ornate armour and wielded tall, bio-mechanical haw staffs, which made them look like tree giants emerging from the very forest that surrounded them.
The sound of the Silva Chorus was heard as a faint aucustic backdrop emanating from the forest behind them, as the fifteen giants raised their voices, one after another, into what at first impression seemed to be a unified hymn, but through closer listening appeared to be a song constantly changing in melody and pace like a flowing river.
”As the Thousandth Son I am reborn. I am a wanderer of moons, a changer of ways. From Throne to Thorne,” they sang in unison with their storm-ridden voices, both distinctly human and with the deep and resonant sound of hollow tree trunks.
When the first snowflake gently touched the mossy forest floor in the centre of the clearing before them it quickly melted into a small droplet, which disappeared into the undergrowth like a tear in rain.
Song of Thurisaz, Thorne Weaver
With a Thousand Sons I walked on a moon of thornes
Until its hollow ways enclosed my body and thought
Until they ran like tributaries of shade through my veins.
For a thousand years I melted glacial crystals
With my tongue to speak new life
Until my voice was a storm ridden forest.
Such is my task, Great Metamorphoser
To weave, conjure, illuminate
To walk the Fearways, bring forth reinvigorated life
Cloaked in dark shades of green
I am Thorne among ghosts and ghosts-to-be
I am time and time is me,
As the Thousandth Son I am reborn
I am a wanderer of moons, a changer of ways.
From Throne to Thorne.
I must live, I must die, and live again
I am the memory of all that came before,
I am the worlds soil, and the world anew.
The Elder Ones have grown from the narrative I developed for the Pilgrym and am further exploring for the Thorn Moons Crusade. It is a narrative in which I explore the role of nature in the Imperium. Apart from the fabulously organic and deeply sensuous work of John Blanche this was something I felt was missing in the official chronicles of 40K.
This in turn led to the birth of Crataegus Fragmentum, a long forgotten region of Halo Stars and Thorn Moons cut off from the Imperium by The Rift since the time of the Horus Heresy, and the development of the Green Mechanicvm who colonised the thorn moons with an intention to uncover the ultimate knowledge of the original genetics of the Imperium of Mankind.
What I discovered while developing this narrative was that the Green Mechanicvm were only actors in a grander scheme of transforming the failing Golden Throne into the Green Seat of the Emperor Reborn. A scheme of change and transformation in which Bio-Explorers hunting for rare plant specimens in the most distant corners of the Imperium, a Linnæanne Brotherhood of warrior scholars on board an artificial seed vault circling Venus and mysterious so-called Elder Ones hailing from some long forgotten Imperial nobility play what appears to be a central role in securing nature its rightful place in the heart of the Imperium…
Thurisaz, Thorne Weaver, is one of fifteen Elder Ones under way for the Thorn Moons Crusade. Apparently, like his Crataegus brothers, he is a long lost Astartes Legionaire highly gifted in the arts of witchcraft, change and transformation! Built with a few changes fitting the narrative from the fabulous Nightlords Primarch Konrad Curze from Forgeworld. Such a stunningly beautiful model. He is now draped in the cloak of a green traveller catching the wind in the storm ridden clearing before the coming of winter…
From Throne to Thorne!