CYBERPUNK 40K. Bringing the neon to the grim dark.


That’s right! I want to bring out the elements of 40K that are totally Cyberpunk. Why? Because I love Cyberpunk and with the release of Necromunda it is the perfect playground for such a thing.

First off, if you want to know more about Cyberpunk, have a read of this article on theΒ subject. It’s well written and will give you a nice overview of the history of the sub genre and the films that were produced that shaped the style.

So recently I’ve been going back to my roots of sci-fi with the main focus on films like Akira, GiTS, Blade Runner andΒ Johnny Mnemonic as well as artists like Simon Bisley, Kev Walker and Brom. Also the new releases on Netflix like BLAME, The Expanse and Altered Carbon have all got me thinking about applying cyberpunk themes to 40k and creating a gang of characters that are so wonderfully over the top and Cyberpunk that it hurts. Now 40K has a lot of Cyberpunk imagery already, just have a flick through Rogue Trader and you’ll see what I mean, so it is just a matter of focusing on the styles and colours that define Cyberpunk and bring them into the grim dark. As far as models are concerned the new plastic Necromunda models suit the imagery perfectly, as they should being largely inspired by what came before, but other manufacturers of miniatures will be used as well, along with my own designs that I’ll 3D print.


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First up we have this lovely lady. Poison Shade. She’s bad, really bad. A pumped up, psycho poser with cannibalistic tendencies that loves blades and more blades, especially ones covered in poison. She’s quick, acrobatic and extremely strong and loves nothing more than being dominant over everyone, especially men, whom she’s been known to eat for breakfast with a nice hot mocha after killing them with her butt cheeks. Miss Shade is all scary and has made a living from being so. Hire her at your peril and desperate men beware. So ladies and gents cover your crotch as I present…………..

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The main influence for this character came from the art of Simon Bisley. I’ve been a great lover of his in your face art for many years and I remember as a teenager being totally in awe of his style. His depictions of characters are wonderfully insane and so very over the top, especially his women characters. They are exaggerated to the point of being grotesque but even so you can’t help but look and you end up feeling dirty for doing so. No wonder I loved his work as a teenager πŸ™‚ His art also possesses a vibrancy, a toxic overload of colour, which compliments his larger than life characters perfectly. That’s what I have tried to achieve with Miss Shade here. A toxic psycho you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark ally while boozed up and fiddling with your fly. You know it’s all going to end wrong.



This will be an ongoing project with no real-time limit and if any of you lovely creative readers want to get involved and poke some fun at 40K then please feel free.


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Spore Herders

Greetings contaminated ones! Today see’s me reveal my contribution to theΒ Nestorian InfestationΒ by the talentedΒ TommyΒ ,Β HelgeΒ  andΒ Alexander. The project has been raging for a while and when Tommy put out the word that they’d like fellow hobby nuts to create some NPC characters for the games I thought hell yeah! So here they are, the twisted, mutated, contaminated beyond belief, once human, vermin, the Spore Herders.

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Spore Herders are the lowest of the low and in the hell that is Nestorian that’s pretty bad. They are small and hunched in stature and heavily mutated by the infestation and spore they herd around, keep as pets and sometimes eat. Malicious to the bone and creepy they skulk around in the shadows stabbing at any who pass by too closely with their rusting blades and have a hissing laugh as they do so. At best they are deemed a hinderance but they do keep a lot of the floating spore in check, a job it seems that they took upon themselves like it’s instinctual.

So there you have it, nasty little blighter’s in a blighted world. Hope you like them πŸ™‚


Inquisitor Gale

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Gale studied the map with his cold eyes. This mission was going to be delicate and he had no room for error. A meeting had been set, probably the first of many he thought as a sense of dread poured over him. This was not a sensation he was used to so he made his way to his drinks cabinet and soothed himself with a glass of fine Amasec. Sighing he placed the glass down and looked out the window to the dark moon they were in orbit around. No one came to this moon unless they were mad, desperate or invited, Gale felt like all those things and for a moment doubt crossed him as to his resolve and that this, no matter how dangerous, was the right course of action.

β€œ Are you alright my lord?” said a soft voice behind him.

Gale turned to see Mercy looking at him. He hadn’t heard her enter the room, not that that was surprising she did hover around everywhere after all.

β€œ Yes I’m fine thank you Mercy. Have you rested well?” He asked.

β€œ Oh yes. As well as I always do.” She replied.

Gale turned back to the moon it’s darkness a shroud over everything on it’s surface. Mercy floated up next to him and said.

β€œ It’s a dark place my lord. It’s almost as if it consumes light itself. I can feel it to.”

Gale nodded. He was sure she could. Her mind was so much more powerful than his and also more sensitive. The moon was emitting something.

β€œ Explain to me what you feel?” He asked her.

β€œ Bitter hatred, shame and lose. It’s like the moon is trying to hide by not being welcoming. It’s telling me to stay away.”

Gale nodded.

β€œ I’ve heard tales that any one who lands here uninvited never leave. On Guylath I met a man who had told me of his great grandfather who got stuck out here and sent a signal which told whoever was listening that he will make a emergency landing on this moon. That was the last they heard of him. There were many stories like that on Guylath but no one really knows what happens on this moon as they are all too fearful of it and they are right to be as well.”

Gale picked up his glass and took another sip.

β€œ Who are they?” Mercy asked

Gale looked at her and held up the map for her to see.

β€œ It’s taken me two years and many Astropaths to get this map. It is a path set out by them that I must follow and not deviate from. Who are they? They are known as The 3rd Covenant, they are Black shields and they are damned.”


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Display Tile 1

Welcome to the first display tile post. In these I will be showcasing my display tiles and showing a few w.i.p images as well with brief descriptions on the process.

The display tile idea came about so I could add to the narrative of my characters by placing them in particular scenes of note. The first of these are settings in which my new ][nq28 war band, pictured below, are taking part in.


The introduction to some of these characters can be found in earlier posts with the rest to follow soon, if only there were more time in a day or better still a three day weekend! It’s only the beginning of the year and already I have a back log πŸ™‚ Any way the stories have begun and the scenes are being made and I’m sure I’ll have them finished by mid year………or later πŸ˜‰

So to kick things off are a few images of the first tile without any Photoshop parts added. I used one lamp from above to light it and white paper was used to surround it. This makes it easier to add the photoshop elements later.


The materials used to create this tile are as follows.

GW bits. Parts from the tree kit and the flesh eater courtiers.

Scenery parts designed by myself, which can be found in the shop page.

Left over resin support bases from 3D printing. I’ve been trying to find a use for these for a while now because it’s such a waste and I’m loathed to throw resin away. So to use them as the textured floor worked really well and will do it again as I have so many of them.

Skulls, candles and random bits plus the usual suspects when texturing up a tile or base.

All was painted using washes and pigments with areas being drybrushed in grey and toned with washes.

Fake grass was added last in random areas.

Once I had the character placed right and the shot I wanted I open it up in Photoshop and began to create the background image. This one is of a worn ancient wall with a dark foreboding entrance and I used images taken on my trips to castles and various old or ruined stone structures I have seen over the years.

Although it takes a while I feel it adds to the process of a narrative wonderfully and is very rewarding. To have you’re characters placed in a scene it’s like a snap shot from a film.

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Well there you have it. I hope you like it and any questions please ask.



Scuttling along trailing parchment and ink, Formsworth is a peaceful soul who’s only interest is gaining more knowledge and writing it down. Over the decades he has recorded a great deal of information, some useless, most relevant to past events and some which are his own thoughts. These are the most interesting and sometimes amusing things to read and the other members of the band can sometimes be found trailing behind him reading his thoughts as he types them out and the parchment spills out from him. Formsworth of course is oblivious to this most of the time as he is so caught up in his own stream of conscious and doing laps around wherever they are stationed at the time. The booming laughter of his Lord Gale is the only proven thing that snaps him out of it.

Formsworth has been known to get rather excited when a new mission is about to start as it presents an opportunity to record details and give his own insight to the place they will soon be visiting, saving or sometimes destroying. In doing this he has a very detailed record of the war bands exploits and Gale has had to read through his ramblings to censure certain details. Words from a Daemons mouth are not something anyone should be able to read after all, also some of the deeds of the Inquisitor himself have become questionable and reams of parchment have been put to the flame in recent years. Formsworth doesn’t question his masters methods and keeps his secrets if he is asked but deep down in his kind heart he knows the fires that are about to be released may damn them all.


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β€œ Sister Sofiel. It is with a heavy heart that I exile you from this most righteous of orders and send you on a personal crusade of redemption. Your actions have shown that your soul is impure and so, with only your armour and blade, you are herby banished and condemned to live the life of a penitent. Go now and die in whatever fashion your soul deems right.”

Those words still rang in her head even after all these years. To be shunned by her order in such a fashion left her bitter and torn. Were her actions that day so wrong? Pasfael has said that life isn’t so black and white as some in power think and after spending some time in the Inquisitors retinue she could see that. Actions that would be deemed wrong have had the most positive of outcomes, whilst some have just led to more disaster, but surely to do nothing would be the worst action of all. If she did nothing that day thousands would have died instead of hundreds. She sacrificed her sisters and herself to save innocents. The fact that she survived instead was a cruel joke, oh how she wished she had died with her sisters, she should have died there! Then she wouldn’t have to live with this shame.

She buried her head in her hands and flinched when she felt her scares the physical proof of her impurity. She ran her hand over the rough texture of her skin.

β€œ If you play with it too much you’ll go blind.” Came a metallic voice from behind her.

She turned around to see the savant Formsworth looking at her.

β€œ What do you want Formsworth?” She asked in a slightly irritated tone.

β€œ I want for nothing dear lady, I have given up all that I was so I could be all that I am.”

She smiled a little at that. She liked Formsworth, he was gentle and wise and always smelled of ink and parchment, but it was the way he spoke that was most endearing. You always had to look for the hidden meaning in some of the things he said.

β€œ The sooner you accept that the same as happened to you, the sooner those scars you carry will heal. Your face on the other hand….. Well your stuck with those I’m afraid, but they will become softer to your eyes in time.”

Sofiel nodded and said

β€œ Pasfael has said the same. Time heals all…. What do yo want though? Has our Lord Gale summoned me?”

β€œ He has summoned us all my dear sister in grey. We are to discuss our next move and the implications of such actions. I’m afraid this may test us in the extreme.” His metallic voice almost sounded excited. β€œ Come on. β€œ He said as he shuffled away trailing parchment as he went.

Sofiel looked down and thought to herself that she is always being tested. How could she heal her broken faith. She considered that maybe, no matter what Pasfael said, she is never meant to. Maybe the Emperor is testing her, but all it feels like is a series of events that have left her lost and split in half. Only when she was slaying did she feel at peace. All thoughts focused on the hate of those she killed and not the shame in her heart.

β€œ Come on!” Formsworth called β€œ Sacrifice is expected!”

She took a deep breath and walked out of her quarters it seems there would be no end to the sacrifice. Only in death will duty truly end.


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Pasfael was a war priest of the Emperors Creed and has accompanied Lord Inquisitor Gale for decades and is his longest-serving companion, teacher and friend. How he came to be in the service of the ordos is unclear as it’s not something he or Gale talk about, in fact they go to great lengths to change the subject if the topic arises with Pasfael soon leaving the room afterwards. The others in the group soon found it was and excellent way to kill the conversion and would never warn new comers about it hoping that one day the truth may slip out as it nearly did on one occasion with a drunk and enraged Pasfael shouting and swinging his flail at Gale and cursing his name. He wanted revenge for something but Gale psyker punched him out before he said too much.

Not afraid to get his hands dirty, he is a sharp shot and his censer flail is a weapon of righteous destruction. His time with various fighting forces of the Imperium and now the Inquisition, honing his skills well. The main reason though for his recruitment into Gales retinue is their shared history and also his ability to see paths to a result that would otherwise have passed many by and Gale holds his council in the highest esteem. His relationship with the rest of the group is that of teacher and spiritual counsel and many have turned to him in times of personal crisis. He spends a lot of time with the psyker Mercy as her past has marked her so violently and he is always concerned with her well-being, and that of the others, when she is let loose on the enemy. The destruction she can cause when she let’s go is a scary thing to behold and Pasfael and Gale, on such occasions, have had a hard time reaching her to calm her down. The other he helps, but with growing concern, is the penitent Sister Sofiel. He tries to reach and rekindle her faith but the actions lately of his Lord Gale have made that mission all the harder and her soul is still split. As time moves on and more atrocities are witnessed, instigated or stopped, Pasfael has begun to wonder if his soul has split to.


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