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 🙂
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 “
” 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 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.
The Order of the Black Cross, a small but extremely deadly militant order of the Adepta Sororitas. With bone armour, white robes, pale skin and a large tattoo of a black cross down the length of their faces, they cut a striking and intimidating image. But, by far the most unsettling thing about them is their eyes. They are a milky white. The reason for this is one of their traditions of ascension to full Battle Sister. Upon ascension a battle sister will have a special graft set upon each eye, once healed the eye’s are then tattooed with minute scripture of the Litanies of Faith. It is said that upon waking the script is clear and all encompassing in their vision and it is also said that upon death this is all the sister will see in her final moments.
So I’ve finally settled upon a colour scheme and name for my Battle Sisters army. I have also painted my first Battle Sister. Now the problem I have is that they have tattoos of black crosses down their faces. Have you seen how small the battle sisters faces are? Bloody small! This will not stop me though, I am committed! I shall, however ,have to paint all the heads separately as this should make this mission I have inflicted upon myself easier.
All this painting small fiddly stuff made me want to wade in with a brush and get all experimental on something big! That big thing is one of the many Relic Chapel Tank of the Order of the Black Cross. These large relics are of shattered ruins of sacred places. They are given an ancient tracked base, a radiant statue of a Saint placed upon the highest point and go to war covered in Sisters all crying their hatred at the enemy and raining righteous death upon them. The sight of one of these behemoths of Imperial faith rumbling over the fallen and surrounded by purifying fire stirs the sisters to fight on no matter what and once it falls the track unit is recovered and waits for the time another sacred ruin is found.
Flesh, pain and pleasure! The sadistic lovers of Chaos. SLAANESH!!! Sssaay she who thirsts name with rapture!
So I’ve been adding to my Slaanesh war band the forbidden fruits of which are the subject of this post. This is one of those projects that is on the slow burn and I’m pretty sure, in fact I know, I will be adding more to it over time, I already have a few unopened boxes of Slaanesh goodies in the model draws and The Keeper of Secrets will be mine ( oh yes it will be mine ) very soon.
As projects go it’s been one of exploring new techniques and pushing myself with converting and modeling (CAD and traditional) plus with the release of Contrast paints it has given me the opportunity to do some speed painting, a method I used to do the cultists. All in all then it’s been great fun and some of my most satisfying hobby moments have come from it. May they continue in Slaanesh’s name!
The above images are of the Chaotic war engines of the band. The Impulsor Engine and Rapture missile launcher.
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!
“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.
Greetings flesh things! Today I have something different to share. It’s a small project for Killteam or Inq28 and it’s all about this character called Keprix Cyba Mon. Keprix is a Hunter Knight of the Mechanicum and that means she is charged with the duty of hunting down and slaying the Dark Mechanicum. I always liked the idea of a noble Knight type Ad Mech character who was sworn to bring justice to those who strayed from the Omnissiah with blade and flame. The war band, so far, is very medieval in theme as I wanted that crusader image of Knights to be present and the colour palette is lighter tones, with red as the spot colour, to show their purity and belief in their cause. I think it contrasts well against the more traditional red attire you see the servants of the Mechcanicum wear.
This project has also had an influence on how I will paint my Adepta Sororitas, which is great, because I’ve been stuck on that for ages now. Below is the Censer Bearer cause every Knight needs their favourite fragrance whilst dealing out punishment.
Also to go with the group, when they are all present and done, is a custom box for them to live in. It’s a 3D designed and printed insert that is magnetised and has a section for holding the Mechcanicum Killteam Dice. Nice and cosy!
Still very w.i.p at the moment and I’m yet to decide on the symbols I will paint/transfer onto it.
Greetings confined ones! I do hope this post finds you deep in hobby joy as the outside world gets weirder. I for one am extremely glad to be part of this wonderful community and the sheer volume of awesome projects being produced is truly amazing. I salute you all! Keep the inspiration flowing good people and we shall get through this strange time together.
So, what have I been up to? A few things actually but today it’s all about the first model for my Sanguinala Procession. This model is the centre of it all, a huge statue of the Primarch Sanguinius being pulled along by a hulking brute while the Blood Cardinal preaches from here pulpit at the front, decaying wings of the Angel splayed out behind her.
The inspiration for this project came from reading the book Vaults of Terra, The Carrion Throne by Chris Wraight. Its an excellent read and I can highly recommend it as it has wonderful descriptions of Terra in it and he nails the feeling of the place perfectly.
Sanguinius model is a 3D print of a free file called Bloody Glorious Hawk-boy by SebTheis. It was perfect for this project, thank you.
Next up will be the dancing girls! Blood skull pom poms here we come 😉