We proudly present you the last gallery of The Primogenitor Invitational entries. We are humbled by each and everyone’s effort in joining us to build this scene of war in the 41st millennium. Huge thank you for participating on the behalf of all of us.
Much like any other gathering, The Primogenitor gaming scheduled for this summer has to wait due to the pandemic and travel bans. We here at the Sleet are all super excited for the 9th edition of Warhammer 40.000 and weathering the pandemic by gearing for it. Everyone is busy building armies and terrain. We encourage you to do the same, take care of your friends and family, and stay safe!
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Artist: @shotofpaintwater
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– – – Report Begin – – –
The Munerator Primus was last to clamber out of the drop ship and onto the surface of the dusty misshapen sphere. As his bulbous arachnoid body exited the Mechanicum vessel, he was saluted by his waiting entourage with bowed heads and interlocked fingers. The act looked like a prayer of sorts, and in many ways it was. The Munerator Primus was indeed the living prophet of the Omnissiah, and the biggest trader of human and xenos lives in half the Milky Way. His presence and favour were a real blessing.
The Munerator had collected many titles due to his rank and reputation: Prophet of the Black Skull, The Holy Scriptor, Chain Weaver, Spider Lord, Xenoslaver, Magos Tratoris, Heretek. While there was a simple, human pride in hearing some of these names for himself, his immediate company was wise enough to use his official title.
Data readings flowed like rivers over the mechanical warlord’s perception. 0.41 G. Far too much gravity for a planetoid of this meagre size. This fact, overlooked by those that made the massive space hulk looming above them their target, is why they have come to this satellite. This strange foster child of The Primogenitor had been caught up in the chaotic eddies that flowed behind it, now in a wild orbit with no logical path.
Gazing up with his augmented eyes, the Munerator watched The Primogenitor cast its unnatural light across the sky of this tiny planetoid. Colours without name stained the void as an unholy aurora. With his telescopic sensors he watched as the foolish Imperials land their first troops of the invasion. The first footfalls of a doomed campaign.
Looking down again at the rugged surface, he sees the truth of what he and his men sand on. He sees the clockwork child, waiting to be awoken.
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– – – Close – – –
Artist: Slovak
The photos show the survivors of the Obliquus Expedition at their last reported station at the rotational axis of Enum 7432A. The Obliquus Expedition is an Ordo Botanicus Research Team tasked with breaching The Primogenitor along it’s lateral rime to conduct a comprehensive survey of unfamiliar spore concentrates.
The scope of their investigation has expanded, and under the able command of Dr. Arcaenus Oligo they have summoned additional resources and are making their way toward the Spindle-Pattern along the Outer Halls.
Artist: @darkmillennium
Artist: Hollow Eyes
Artist: Fredrik Sjöholm
Artist: @Drythelm
Artist: Viktor Brech
Artist: Airus Suria
Artist: @minigamerdusty
It has been said that in deals with the devil, you must always pay full price.
For countless millennia, since time immaterial, those among men who have risen to power have been willing to make deals with otherworldly creatures to gain or maintain that control. From gods that demand prayers and sacrifices, to daemons who desire devotion and submission, or the trickster fae who find glee in other’s pain, but hubris has allowed mankind to make compacts and trades for the smallest scrap of power or to gain the slightest advantage over a foe. These deals are never in favor of man, nor could ever be called equitable, but the desperate men who make hasty deals with tricksters find their contracts are binding, the clauses innumerable, and the results are most foul. For the great noble House of Ordon is no different.
In the dark days of Old Earth, a leader of men called Kyng from the House of Ordon, once met an odd creature from the netherworld who promised the Kyng power, enough power to defeat his foes and maintain control over his little fiefdom. The Kyng was tired, his enemies were numerous, and his suspicions caused great worry so he agreed with the fae-like creature for the favor and signed a binding contract, in perpetuity, for the power to defeat his foes and in exchange, the Kyng and his royal lineage must give over to the creature the first born childe at the age of 7 years.
The Kyng was clever, but not very smart and did not understand the term, “in perpetuity.” He didn’t realize that he consigned the fate of every first born childe into servitude from not only his family, but every one of his heirs until the end of time. However, the bargain didn’t go unfulfilled.
Kyng Ordon received his power from the creature in the ability to send those he gazes upon into a great slumber. Like a sword with a double edge, this also meant that anyone who was simply seen by the Kyng, fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, including his own subjects. Including the Queen.
At first, the inability to speak with his loved ones and servants face to face was a great inconvenience, but the Kyng was clever and devised ways to hide his face and make do without inadvertently putting his subjects to sleep. The Kyng could always wake those he mistakenly sent to the nocturnal realm but found that he could never look upon those he loved again without them falling into torpor. He became a leader of a people that he could never see again.
The Kyng had many enemies and it wasn’t long after making the deal with the creature before his fiefdom came under siege. The Kyng simply stepped from his balcony and gazed upon the enemy at his gate, putting all of their army to sleep. The soldiers, knights, and war machine crews fell to the ground as if they were taking a nap and it was quick work for the King’s own soldiers to slay their opponents. Many of the Kyng’s own men found the work of killing such easy prey unsporting, and certainly unnatural. Many of the Kyng’s own subjects fled the realm for the rumors of their leader’s dark ability was unsettling and did not wish to become a helpless victim of their own lord.
Over the years, Kyng Ordon grew sad, despite the fact his realm was nigh invincible, his own people did not trust him, and he never could see his loved ones again. He even found the marital bed with his wife unsettling but fathered 4 more children with the queen before the creature returned on the seventh birthday of his eldest childe.
The Kyng begged the creature to undo the pact they had swarn and release him from the contract. He offered to return the power so that his childe would not be forced into servitude with the creature but the creature denied the Kyng’s pleas and took the first-born childe to the nether realm across the stars to spend eternity.
The Kyng’s grief soon overtook him and he blinded himself with his own knife because he could no longer bear the power given to him. In some way, the Kyng hoped that it might undo the contract and release his childe from the creature’s control. Like all contracts from tricksters, the terms were binding.
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For the next 40,000 years, the first born childe from the descendants of the house of Ordon were taken from their homes by the creature once they reached age 7; never to age another year, to see their families again, or know freedom. The creature took the children to his home across a webway to dark cities among the stars to be his servants and playthings in whatever dark whims the creature could envision; and these noble sons and daughters were not treated well. More often than naught, they were starved and forced to fight one-another for scraps of food or clothing. It tickled the creature to see how quickly a royal human childe could turn into some dark parody of nobility – cannibal, carrion, or some pilgarlic savage. The only thing they were given by the creature was a metal crown – a crown that was more torture device than sign of office but it allowed the creature absolute control over the children. Eventually, the poor wretches would be ultimately sacrificed in ceremonies in attempts to wake a sleeping god.
The life of the creature’s race is long and that very creature still collects his contractual obligations to this day. It is not known why, but it is believed that he has gathered a small cabal of these noble children and roams the space hulk now called the Primogenitor. The creature’s current goal can not be ascertained, but woe unto he who crosses paths with the creature.
A rogue trader who managed to escape an attack could only describe the event in senses he saw before his eyes were cut, nay ripped from their sockets.
“There was the sound of child’s laughter and it smelled of death. They surrounded us, with drool on their lips, and sharpened teeth gleaming in the incandescent light. Individually, they weren’t strong, they were practically ghouls, but there were always more of these hideous things crawling from nook and cranny. They had glowing metal wreaths about their heads and something, perhaps an aelf, seemed to control them with his wand. He would urge them on from behind his mask, a mask that made you feel instantly sleepy if you gazed at it too long. I don’t know how I survived. Can the apothecary replace my eyes? I think one of the children ate them…”
Artist: Yannick Bloemendal
Artist: Tomas
In (indentured) service to the Omnissiah.
Infamous expert in sabotage, engineering and deconstruction.
Has a curious habit of appearing unexpectedly, even by the standards of an ‘Agent’.
Historically, Ka’ar has been recorded being involved in numerous expeditions across the eastern fringes of the galaxy.
Often heavily supported and is attributed to having access to a suspiciously varied arsenal.
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Wow! This lot really captures the classic space hulk vibe but with a grimdark undertone. I love the staging and background imagery on most, and the dramatic lighting of the Munerator!
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It’s been great seeing all the different entries for this competition. Hopefully there’ll be another one soon…
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What a great series this has been, I only wish that I could zoom in on many of the images to capture more of the details — well that leaves more to the imagination doesn’t it. Very very nice work Primogenitor Team.
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Wow. What a stunning close out to the invitational. Squats, old plastic Ork plasmas, space pumpkins. So awesome. Thanks again Sleet team for hosting!
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Very impressive- all inspiring stuff.
Cheers,
Pete.
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The convertions are mindblowing, great job Progenitor Team cheers!
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Great stuff, all of it! Just stumbled upon this and read through all the five parts. I’m damn intrigued by the visual style of the “Primogenitor”. Kudos to all of the contributors! Do you plan to do something like this again? I’d really like to convert some miniatures for an upcoming invitational!
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Happy to report that the expedition of the Tarcus-IV was successful. Additional demiurg expeditions to space hulks across the galaxy have been put in motion: https://www.warhammer-community.com/2022/04/01/breaking-news-you-wont-believe-whats-coming-to-warhammer-40000/
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