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.
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 🙂
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!!
I got asked a while back to take part in the grim dark film club IG page. Go check it out and give it a follow. Some really awesome talent on there and it’s great to get an insight into what inspires them. So, without further ado, here’s my inspiration in a nutshell shell.
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.
Hello all! Hope this post finds you well. Today is a little post about a project that has been sitting on my hobby table for far too long, unfinished and unloved. A Flesh Eaters Kill Team.
Red and me don’t get along too well. I find it one of the harder colours to paint and this is why they probably sat there for so long. I do however like the Flesh Eaters and have done since I first saw them in that now legendary lineup of Astartes in the Rogue Trader rule book. So I set about creating a small squad of them and tried to capture that ferocity and blood lust they are known for.