What is one to do when one finds oneself in a situation that even a berserk, Khorne-worshipping space marine cannot fix? Why throw an Ogren berserker at it instead of course! Cashing in on my current Khorne-fever I decided to extract this angry young man from the shelf of shame where he had been lingering in dusty ignominy since I first assembled him way back in March last year.
I should probably be more modest but – damn, I’m proud of that blood stained effect!
One thing that does concern me is the aquila brand on his shoulder. On the model it’s not particularly noticeable now (or so I believed) and I’d thought a quick bit of filing had as good as obliterated it. However the photographs have shown it as being rather obvious and now I’ve seen it I can’t unsee it. I suspect in the near future he’ll have a quick trip back to the painting desk for a touch up – I think I’ll try to turn it into a faded tattoo, perhaps with a scar through it, but any alternative suggestions are very welcome.The Siege of Vrax books described Ogren Berserkers as being ‘created’ from Ogren slaves through lobotomy and the installation of drug injectors which deliver a cocktail of combat stimulators immediately prior to the poor creature being unleashed in the general direction of the enemy. For my Ogren however I decided to take a rather different path. His higher brain functions (such as they are – he is an Ogren after all) remain unimpaired. Personally I think he just likes smashing things.
Ogrens are noted for their loyalty, particularly to their friends rather than to some obscure and distant concept like the Imperium. Should the humans that feed and house it turn to the worship of the ruinous powers so the Ogren will too. Indeed the small minds of these abhumans, it is often noted, are ‘easily filled with faith’ and given their disinterest in over-thinking things I have no doubt that they can be quite easily convinced to kill for Khorne rather than the Emperor, if that’s what their friends think is best.
When I first showed you this model of a chaos demagogue a few weeks ago several readers pointed out something that should have been obvious to me – but of course hadn’t been.
As you can see he’s holding a couple of decapitated heads and so the question was asked – how did he chop off those heads when he doesn’t have a knife? Did he use his teeth? Twist them off with his bare hands? Find them lying around somewhere and borrow them to pose with?
Obviously I needed to provide him with a blade but what to use? I had a plan to use a long bladed axe until KrautScientist suggested a hammer as a way of capturing the chaotic revolutionary vibe (in a style similar to the “Workers rising up with hammer in hand Soviet propaganda!”). Suddenly my brain kicked into gear. A hammer isn’t the best tool to use when chopping off heads but even those like me – who’s knowledge of modern European history has been somewhat muddied by playing too much Command and Conquer as a youth – knows that where there’s a hammer a sickle can’t be far away.
I was tempted to put a hammer in his hand (and I am still a little) but I actually rather like his lack of obvious weapons and didn’t want to over-egg a model which uses simplicity as its core virtue. Needless to say of course, that if you agree or disagree I’d be interested to get your feedback.
Anyway, whilst I was working on the demagogue I decided to go back to this traitor guardsman who I was less than satisfied with when I first showed him. Particularly I thought the rust on his weapon – something of a signature element of mine – looked pretty shoddy. Here’s how he used to look.
And here he is following a little trip back to the painting table for an update.
As usual if you have thoughts it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Get them off your chest in the box below – I won’t tell a soul!
Right, after all that hugging let’s get back to the serious business that is the war against the Emperor of Mankind and his misguided subjects. Like the Imperial Guard regiments from which they rebelled traitor infantry platoons contain a command squad led by an officer or, in their case, a demagogue. The term comes from the ancient Greeks and referred to a leader who arose from among the working people, often through the application of violence and the exploitation of catastrophe. With that in mind I put together this brute. My aim was to suggest someone who had been a common soldier prior to whatever rebellion led his regiment to Chaos and who had since risen through the ranks by vicious faith and aggression.
As well as being tough enough to lead the traitor regiment into battle he also has to look like he could keep these two in line – otherwise one or other will inevitably try to seize power.
With him done I’m going to need to assemble a third squad but my plan is to take a break from the traitor rank and file for a while to work on some other projects. In the meantime your thoughts are, as ever, welcome in the comment’s box.
Another day, another vicious tech-barbarian joins the ranks. Was it the cajoling of heretic priests that led him from the righteous path, or was it the calling of his own dark nature? What nightmares now drive him on, what whispering voices pursue him in his sleep, what rictus scream twists his features behind that mask?
What about this mutant? Did desperate pacts with the dark gods see him changed, tormented in flesh and recast in spirit to become the creature we see now? Or did he live a life of shackled ignominy beneath the Imperial heel, too lowly even to be harvested for servitor-spares lest he sully the holy-machines to which he was bound, until the coming of Chaos saw him freed? Did he recognise the secret masters of his heart as unnameable things ran wild through the temple avenues beneath which he toiled? Did he kill the guardsman that once wore this uniform, pulling him apart with claw and tooth and rage, garbing himself in discarded flack armour and taking up his fallen grenade launcher that he might serve the Lords of the Abyss?