As I described in my previous post I like recreating Special Characters for my own collection, taking the initial idea and reshaping it into something personal. Currently on my painting desk is my own version of Typhus, Ghisguth the Reaper, the bullish and ghastly second in command of the Beasts and Nurgle’s Hand amongst my Chaos Marines. Whilst I get him finished I thought I’d show the other followers of Nurgle already in my collection.
This was where the squad began. In many ways Plague Marines are a great place to start learning greenstuff – even if your efforts look awful (and as it’s your first attempt they probably will) you’re fairly safe as Nurgle’s disciples are horribly distorted and unpleasant at the best of times.
Rather than a standard flamer I imagine this marine spraying a cocktail of boiling acidic foulness from the vat on his back.
Golothess the Befouled is the leader of my Plague Marines squad and equerry to Ghisguth. A disgusting and distrusted figure amongst the other Beasts he and his Acolytes often travels ahead of the army like heralds, spreading sickness as they go.
Looking at them I can’t help but wonder – why does Nurgle appeal? What is it about puss-filled wounds and shambling corpses that makes a significant number of otherwise normal people – myself included – think “Lovely, these are the models for me”. Somehow, in spite of the disgust we might reasonably expect to feel, the visceral horror of Papa Nurgle keeps us coming back. On a philosophical note I understand, of course, the difference between fantasy and reality, and “get” the appeal of the quirky circus jolliness, the “today we celebrate because tomorrow we rot” attitude. Clearly however there’s also something about putrefying flesh and guts that makes me want to paint them, otherwise I’d stick to cheerful little Nurglings, but why that is I can’t say I know.