The Doktor Is In

I finished (and by that I mean got him to a place I was fairly happy with and then stopped before I messed up) Dr. Felmanse.

I tried some OSL on him and although it needs to be smoother, especially on the skull, I think the way it came out on the flagstones is pretty good. It was a lot of fun painting his skin and I really like the green flames.

I should be be building the rest of his retinue but as usual I have a bunch more projects that currently interest me more. In no particular order:

The Grail Sanguine‘ – an AoS force of vampire knights based off Bretonnian conversions,

Mol’lekh the Saviour‘ – daemon construct worshipped by debased duardin warband,

Paint up my Spire of Dawn skaven and sell them on (hopefully for a profit),

Finally finish assembling my Legio Cybernetica force for Horus Heresy games.

Oh, and I bought a bunch of models from Hasslefree recently in order to make a small gang for This Is Not A Test and an Inquisition Cell for the Inquisimunda game at BOYL17. Oh, and I still need to paint my Jabberwock and get the scenery ready for the Beware The Jabberwock! game I’m meant to be running there. Sometimes I hate my brain.

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Our Ladie Her Gardin Ov Sorrow

Known as the Weeping Bog or the Swamp Of Desolation by those unfortunate enough to live in or near it, the few servants of the Missing Queen still call it by the name it was given in ancient times by beings too foul and powerful to describe – Our Ladie Her Gardin Ov Sorrow. The faces that weep blood whisper during the night and many is the traveller who wakes only to brutally dismember his companions and coat himself in their fluids. Still the faces do not smile, alone in their grief.

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I apologise for the pictures but I am taking these in the only room in my house large enough to accommodate the board without having to rearrange anything.

The final babylike face vomiting blood is my favourite, although I also like the one missing an eye. An attempt to stop the whispers perhaps?

The colours in these pictures look a bit strange, the light was going and I had to turn some lamps on which probably explains it. I’m looking forward to playing some games on this board – the hills block line of sight so that shooting isn’t too strong and there’s plenty of places to hide loot tokens or whatever.

It’s made from an MDF board covered in extruded polystyrene which I carved up with a stanley knife. The hills are made from expanding foam and the faces were sculpted with a mixture of milliput and greenstuff. Large parts of the board were then coated with filler and sand, rocks and slate glued around. After sealing with PVA and painting the board, flock from Jarvis Scenics and diorama tufts from Tajima1 (seller on ebay) were added before painting up the faces with normal hobby acrylics – for most of the board I used tester pots from a DIY shop. The blood was created with hot glue, painted red and washed purple and then covered with GW’s Blood For The Blood God, which needs a shorter name in my opinion. The board is intended mainly for old-school Realm of Chaos and new-school DAoS skirmish games but will probably find itself being used for other things. What do you guys think?

The Stench of Sin

When the Age of Chaos was ended by the storm-clad angels from Azyr, inhabitants of scattered hamlets and isolated hold-outs wept with relief and long suppressed joy. Their prayers had been answered and their souls and bodies saved from the Primordial Annihilator. When the emissaries of the barbaric God-King of Azyr appeared at their gates they were met with open arms, gifts and praise. It was only when the crucifixions and wytch-burnings began that – too late – they realised their mistake.

Managed to sneak some older miniatures into my latest DAoS warband – the long awaited good guys finally appear, bearing cleansing fire and brutal flails. The Wytch-Hunter is unforgiving in his persecution of the tainted and weaksouled amongst the scattered remnants of humanity. He is accompanied by one of Sigmar’s flesh-forged angels, barely human and eager to dispense the judgement of his God-King and two pathetic Acolytes who bear the tools of their bloody trade. The preservation of Sigmar’s realm demands blood sacrifices and the poor souls of the Mortal Realms are wise to tremble before the unrelenting gaze of the Sinseeker General.

Denizens of the Depths

As an excuse for the following, I would like to state that all of the following models were painted over a two-day period and that I do intend to go back and do touch-ups. I like the conversions, the paintjobs sadly show their rushed nature in my opinion. Miles better than playing a game with unpainted figures however, so swings and roundabouts.

I’ll begin with the paintjob I hate the most, in the hopes it will make the other miniatures look better in comparison.

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Seen here in unflattering close-up.

Really, just didn’t work. He’ll probably end up being stripped.

The Heroes!

I changed the elves into women because of new quota requirements in the mortal realms. Or because having the party be all male is dull. One of the two.

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From left to right: Archimaine the Gryph-Hound, the Lord-Castellant, the Cogsmith, the Loremaster and the Fleetmistress.

Strangely, the models I’m most happy with are the ‘stock’ henchmen. Maybe it’s because they look better en masse?

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Some pallid acolytes.
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Slightly less pallid warriors.

Okay, I lied. My favourite models are the Blight Kings, just because I love them as is. With some minor conversion work, I love them even more.

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Big rusty fat blokes.

I had some fun with stippled rust and gore effects on these. They’re just so much fun to paint, even when rushing. Favourite model out of the lot has to go to the champion in the centre, with his great pose and awesome horned helmet.

If it doesn’t hurt – it doesn’t count!

“Red is the color of Redemption; it is the colour of fire and blood.” – 1st Ludmillan Dictate

What’s that Klovis?

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Ah yeah, Necromunda time. Got this gang churned out in a few hours today, start to finish, and despite the fact that their hazard stripes are dangerously wonky I quite like how they look at table distance. The gangers have stripes painted on their guns so I can tell which one is which, as I never liked painting numbers on to bases.

These guys will be my starting gang as I try to re-learn Necromunda after a very long time, and then I’ll add Redemptionists in as I get more confident. Really looking forward to painting their robes.

Death of an Innocent

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Pict-Capture of the Procession of Forgiveness, Balthar Primus, M40

 

Stark moonlight, filtered through the void shields and reflecting off the uncounted windows of the Hive cast harsh shadows against the towering hab-blocks on either side of the processional way. Workers and their families lay in blackness, either sleeping or pretending to. No lights were kindled – none of them wanted to draw any attention to themselves.

Slowly, clanking and shuffling, the group made its way down the processional. Coals fell from the brazier mounted on top of a terrible machine and left ash and embers on the ancient floor. Come day-shift apothecaries would collect the leftovers and sell them as a pain relief poultice. Smoke and incense wound their way into the cold night, glimmering from the light of candles and glowing coals. He had been free of taint, both mentally and physically, but had not the stamina for vindication. What was left of him hung from the same banner that proclaimed his innocence.

A juve, peering through his hands saw them pass by his window. At the head was the Absolver, chanting the doleful litany of the Prayer for Suffering Souls. A servo-skull buzzed behind him, its internal grav-lift unit almost overloaded with the tools of its ministrations. Three shuffling acolytes surrounded the dread machine, a walking altar of confession. Their augmetic limbs jerked and sparked spastically. One of them seemed to catch his eye and the boy flung himself back into the welcoming shadows of his room, hyperventilating and making the sign of the Aquila with his hands.

At length, the dim glow receded along with the noise and the boy dared to look again. The street was empty save for ashes and blood.

 

Absolver Donatien de Rais

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The Altar of Confession

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Acolytes

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Torture-Skull

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The Beldame Walks

“The Beldame herself had entered the chamber. She walked on eight, spider legs, a huge augmetic chassis of hooked arachnid limbs that skittered on the stones. Inquisitor Atelath, Emperor grant him rest, had destroyed her real legs one hundred and fifty years before my birth. She was veiled in black gauze that looked like cobwebs. I could actually feel her evil like a fever sweat.” – Malleus, Dan Abnett

 

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Late Update

Aah, it’s been too long since I posted an update. Been busy at work, and also concentrating on building my Gorechosen board (pics of which at some point). However- Beldame Sadia is now sort of painted, if not best. I sort of fell out of love with the model after priming and it was a bit of a slog to get her this far. She looks horrendously dirty, but I hope that the basing will tone it down and tie it in.

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