Turnip28-Sludge_1

A very Happy New year to you all! So lets get stuck into the mud of all things Turnip and Sludge shall we. I’ve been sitting on the fence with this particular potential project and it wasn’t until a good friend of mine went all ballistic with a Sludge army that things began to change. As with everything like this other friends soon followed and before I knew it I was super excited about starting a Turnip28 army with all the root veg trimmings finished of with Sludge gravy! Yummy!!

In usual fashion I went about finding models to suit my theme and began a blitz of 3D printing to stock up on bits that will go nicely with the Perry Miniature boxsets I have just bought. But to start things off I decided to make a few characters that will be the centre of the army, two of which I shall introduce to you today.

The Spud Witch! Deeply rooted ( yes I went there! ) in evil ways, the rotting soil of her creations are things of abject horror and make even the most steadfast of turnip knights dump their spuds and quake in fear. Rotten to the core and loving it, she is the Queen of Spuds, bane of worms and mistress of roots.

She also has a skull rodent familiar for no other reason than why not.

Second character and one of the Spud Witches favourite pets is Boar. Boar is a rather large and aggressive pig and his pussy black eyes see everything. Keen on truffles he also has a taste for turnip knights and practically anything that annoys the Spud witch. Loyal to the root and as angry as they come, Boar is the ultimate battering ram, manure factory and

I purchased this model from a talented 3D artist called Alexei Konev and 3D printed it using a printer at work. The detail of it is amazing and the skin texture is especially great and a joy to paint. Now you may be thinking that you recognize this pig and as it was pointed out to me on Instagram it’s actually from a game called Blood Bourne. I think it works wonderfully as a centre piece for a Turnip horde though and after looking into Blood Bourne a bit the aesthetics of that game work well in the Grim and the Dark corners of all things 28.

I will leave you now with a few images of the modelling phase and primer phase. I always like to see the working process and will make efforts to do more of them.

Cursed City -1

Greetings flesh things!

I have been bitten well and truly by the Soulblight curse! The model range is an absolute cracker and I’m currently working my way through buying them month after month. It all started with the Cursed boxset, and I count myself lucky to have gotten one! The idea is to paint them straight out of the box, which is weird for me as I’m always chopping models up, it is however rather refreshing and I’ve taken to painting them as quickly as I can. Saying that though progress is slow, but I do suffer from having too much on my plate and my side plates 🙂

The models below are the first off the sprue and they all took roughly 3hrs to paint each. Contrast paints are a winner for this and I came up with a method of painting them, which I hope to share with you all on another post, that I’ll use for the rest of the boxset as well.

Hope you like them 🙂

Ghoul Band

It’s all about the undead at the moment and to start off the many models I have waiting to be painted here’s the first war band. A bunch of nasty ghouls! Led by a Ghoulmancer and his Feral friend with a large sword. They were a great set of models to paint as I kept things quite loose and on a time limit, a process I intend to keep doing as it means I’ll get more finished, a goal for this year to be sure 🙂

Eavy Metal!! Old School.

Here’s a a bit of fun I’ve had putting together a few pages of old school Eavy metal, just like the ones from the old days. Oh how I miss them! Such great sources of inspiration then and now, I often have a look back through old White Dwarfs to find a spark for an idea and the Eavy Metal pages have always been great for that. They were bright and bold and showed the wide range of wackiness that is Warhammer. Glorious!!

OPHU’RYA

Panting hard I ran around the corner. I had to make it to the communications room before they spotted me again. I heard a slight buzzing sound coming from behind me and I slid under one of the cogitator tables in the corner of the room. Not the best hiding place but at least it was dark. It had been getting darker in the Library for weeks now and with it came death. I feared I maybe the last Steward alive in this section. I must reach the comms, it was my only hope.

The servo skull hovered into view it’s needler tracking the area around it. The red glow of it’s eyes fell on my hiding place and paused. I closed my eyes and prayed to the God Emperor. It made a clicking sound turned around and whizzed off down the hall. I let out my breath. Thank the Emperor. I crawled out from under the table and made my way as quickly as I could to the comms room.

Entering the room I sat down trembling and fumbled the vox piece. I sat trying to regulate my breathing and calm down. Taking a deep breath I began to dial the steward code and then spoke into the vox.

” Calling on anyone who can hear me. I am trapped in section 9 sub level 3! Please respond! They are all dead! Repeat they are all dead! The Librarians have gone, the Scribes have turned and even the servo skulls are against us. Please come in! Anyone! “

I sat back tears rolling down my cheeks then spoke into the vox again.

” Please God Emperor this is my last hope.”

” Such ssweet sorrow “

I froze.

” Hope iss such a wonderful thing to play with.”

I dropped the vox.

” Look at me pitiful thing.”

I turned against my will and saw the horror bleed out of the very walls.

” I have been watching you. The hope you have felt wass just my game. What fun it is! Now let me see, that must make me your God Emperor.”

It chuckled and the sound made my eyes bleed.

” Thatss it get it out of your system. For all hope is gone for you now and I can see you know this to be true. Take my hand and you shall know no more, for I, Ophu’rya, shall take care of you now.

I reached out with my hand, I could not fight it, and the horror took it.

” Of course there will be an enormous amount of pain first.”

It smiled down at me.

” Good night pitiful thing.”

Ophu’rya the second Daemon host to join the war band. Like Morde’rya it’s an ancient host and it has become like writhing flesh and it’s warp stained power surrounds it. The paint job is very similar to Morde’rya and done mostly with Contrast paints, they blend so well. The Night Haunt continue to be a source of awesome bits and I made good use of the limited edition Darrakar model for Ophu’rya. Chopping the bits off I didn’t need and using a flagellant head and greenstuff to finish it off.

Vulmor Dret- 9 Vudax

Vulmor Dret-9 Vudax looked pleased with himself. Morde’rya had just returned with two more pitiful Stewards. The Daemon Host dumped them unceremoniously on the floor, their stunned bodies not moving. Dim souls they may contain but they will do for this next phase in the great plan. The Lady Belogaer herself had given the Daemonologist the duty of tracking down the Stewards and sacrificing them to her ingenious Daemon Wells. A duty he thought beneath him at first, but not anymore, there was much to document and learn from the leaching of the souls into the Wells.

The Well in front of him was still, it’s liquid as black as the void and more Scribes had started to join the circle around it. Morde’rya hovered in front of him.

” Do you think you could bleed them when they are consciousss thiss time Magosss. The sscreams you ssee are so very ssstatisfying to me”

Vulmor looked at the Daemon Host. It was a fascinating specimen and one he would love to study more but he knew the Inquisitor with the red hands may object to that.

” Loud sounds are not necessary for this for this procedure. “

The Daemon Host tilted it’s head and shook it with dissatisfaction.

” Sssuch boring consstructs you Mechanicum are. There iss much to learn from the soundss of pain you know. ”

Vulmor thought about this, maybe Morde’rya was right, it was a creature of great power and ancient beyond reckoning.

” We will proceed as you suggest then. Wake them up if you will.”

Morde’rya smiled a sickly smile.

” With pleassure Magoss.”

The Daemon Host looked down at the Stewards and they stirred. Awake they both looked up and realised they were still in hell. The screaming followed soon after and Vulmor decided he quite liked the sound of it after all.

Vulmor Dret-9 Vudax and Morde’rya