Harlequins

Hello all.

A week ago now was the wonderful event called Boyl and for this event I hosted a game of Rogue Trader, which pitted the Harlequins against their age old foe Slaanesh. Things didn’t go well for the old space clowns and they were cut up and mentally blasted to pieces almost to a man. That aside they are lovely models to paint and this marks probably the 20th time I’ve painted this box set but also the first time I’ve photographed them. All in all I’m pretty pleased with the effort, and what an effort it was! In my usual fashion it was a mad dash to the finish line to get things completed for the event and I managed to get these models painted ,plus a few others, in just two days. Words of wisdom to you all. Don’t do this! Painting check patterns at 6:30 in the morning is not a good idea.

With that said here they are, until the next time I need to strip them and repaint one of my favourite boxsets of all time.

Road to BOYL I

Hello all!

So I’m off to Boyl this year for my second time and I’ve been busy getting ready for it. I can’t begin to tell you what an awesome trip it is, a few days off work and a weekend of wargame shenanigans, which all kicks off, as it should, with a visit to Mecca ( Warhammer World ) where I shall empty my pockets of all cash and smile from ear to ear as I do it. Then it’s onto the base of operations and a much needed first of many beers. Bliss!!!

Lets take a look at what I’ve painted so far shall we 🙂

First up it’s an Inquisitors war band.

And they will be up against the corrupted genius of this Tzeentch Sorcerer and his trusty thug of a Chaos Marine…….oh and a bunch of Daemons.

The fight will all take place on this board. A library of forbidden lore and portals to the unknown.

Painting a Brat for the hell of it.

Hello all!

The painting mojo took a bit of hit lately and I found myself surrounded by too many projects on my hobby desk. This I find is never good as it becomes a bog of grey, primed and half painted great idea at the time models, which I may or may not get back to. So I had a tidy! Cleared the area! Arranged my brushes and got clean water! I then broke out a model that I’ve been wanting to paint for ages and thought I’m going to spend the day painting you. So I did and, ladies and gentlemen, it was glorious! The reason it was so good was because the model belongs to no project, it was painted for the sheer joy of it and that is what I was missing.

It’s not my best painting but it was nice to try out colours I don’t usually put together and the inspiration for the scheme came from a much loved John Blanche painting he did way back when Necromunda was known as Confrontation. I’m sure you know the one? 🙂

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

Preacher of SOL

A little post today regarding the the Preachers that travel with my Adepta Sororitas army. The preachers of SOL are a fiery bunch and can be found within the Battle Sisters line shouting the litanies of faith and adding their own voices to the chanting and singing of the sisters around them.

This model was great fun to paint and I made heavy use of the Contrast paints. They are a great addition to the paint range and are extremely good at creating glazes. As for the colour choices, I really wanted the banner to contrast heavily with the grey, drab cloth of the Preacher and yellow does this perfectly. I think he will stand out well on the tabletop. The ruin he’s standing upon is a failed 3D print of a free file I found ( forget where) and was the basis for the whole model. I worked from the ground up!

He’s not been made as a combatant but more like a piece of scenery that will accompany my army. I have a few such models planned. Now I must get around to actually painting some sisters!

Cheers!

The Daemon Wells

“Welcome those who seek the Ink. Let me tell you of a very fell thing. A construct that should not be and one that can only be made by mad minds. As you are well aware the sprawling libraries of Otera have been over come with chaos, the means by which this has happened is the very ink the scribes work with. Blasphemous texts have been written, and read from, unleashing untold horrors within those sacred halls, but their evil knows no bounds and a more destructive way was devised. The Daemon Wells. These works of mad genius contain vast amounts of corrupted ink, the result is that of a gateway. Chanting scribes surround each one and corrupted souls sacrifice the captured innocent until the Well bubbles or smokes and spews forth hell spawn from the realm of chaos itself.

Halls have been lost to them already, countless priceless tomes and knowledge gone. They must be destroyed! Do you, Noble Lord, have what it takes to enter this underground hell and take back what is rightfully ours. Others have passed through but none have returned. Let us hope for your sake, that they are dead and not turned. ”

Escaped Librarian Omero. The surface of Otera.

This is a Daemon Well. I designed this one and 3D printed it but they can take many forms. Through out this campaign I will be setting little challenges, to all those who want to, you can take part and create your own visions of the objects and events that take place during The Daemon Ink. So what’s your idea of an ink black spawning pool of the damned!?

Post your creations up and don’t forget to #thedaemonink or link to this page.