Something has been… communicating… over the past six weeks on Warhammer Community. The Ecstatic Epistle simply appeared in the schedule one day, dispatching renders and revelations of perfect pauldrons, hedonistic helmets, and artisan weapons, delighting and tantalising us in turn.
The source of all this ecstasy has now made itself known from the Empyrean, and we can gaze upon the beatific radiance of the sixth Primarch to return to the 41st Millennium. What an auspicious number that is…
Fulgrim has arrived, in all his terrible glory and magnificence.
The Daemon Primarch of Slaanesh is a grotesque manifestation of the great fall of the once-noble Emperor’s Children. The Legion once earned the favour of the Emperor Himself, and had the honour of wearing His personal sigil, the Palatine Aquila. That, though, is all ancient history and now only depravity and pain remain.
As the most prideful of his brothers, Fulgrim’s siding with the Warmaster Horus and drinking deep the promises of power from the Dark Gods was perhaps always inevitable. Already a masterful duellist and warrior of keen talent, his loyalty to Slaanesh was rewarded with a four-armed, serpentine form and power beyond mortal ken.
His panoply shifts according to his whims: at times his arms end in monstrous talons, or perhaps gilded gauntlets. Though his form is rarely fixed, he nevertheless favours the ostentatious and intricate, and enters battle covered in a kaleidoscopic raiment of serrated scales, perfumed silks, glimmering jewels, polished metals and flayed skin, all silhouetted by vast daemonic wings which bear him aloft.
Some of his weapons are manifestations of Fulgrim’s sheer will, others are trophies taken from worthy opponents, though some have spotted a heavy but relatively plain broadsword among this ever-rotating armoury.
Those of the Emperor’s Children who have been lucky enough to observe Fulgrim wield this fine but unadorned blade with quicksilver speed say that it bears a great resemblance to a weapon once given to him by someone of great importance many millennia past…
Fulgrim comes with five different heads, one helmeted, and four permitting you a choice of expressions from furious contempt to withering arrogance.
This latest version of the daemonic Third Primarch joins his brothers Magnus, Mortarion and Angron as a plastic kit. Just like them, he appears corrupted by ten thousand years of exposure to the Warp – the difference between his new form and the Fulgrim Transfigured miniature from the Horus Heresy shows the effect the Empyrean can have on even the most willing of daemonic tyrants.
Such a grandiose figure is in need of an army, and the Emperor’s Children still worship and idolise their inconstant, capricious, and ultimately cruel master. What will the new year bring?
