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Mo’vember Slayers

Time to tackle some more hairy dudes in the name of Mo’vember. As soon as I saw the challenge being run at Rantings From Under The Wargames Table I knew it would be a good chance to work on my (very slow burning) WHFB Dwarf army. After all, dwarves and facial hair are practically synonymous. Enter three grumpy little Slayers from Avatars of War, in search of a honourable death.

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I took the chance to mix things up by giving the third one some tattoos. Nothing fancy as it’s still an area I need to practice.

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With these three done I just need to find the first one I painted and I’ll have almost finished the first rank of the first unit of this army. I told you this was a slow burning project!

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Tomorrow, something else for Mo’vember – something much, much bigger and fatter…

Shepherds of Rot

I’ve been promising him for a while but the mighty wrath of Khorne has been distracting me from the servants of his more fecund and jolly brother. However here he is at last – Aghkam Poxspeaker, Dark Apostle of Nurgle.
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It’s all fairly infantile of course but I can’t help but imagine him belching out the word of Nurgle to a giggling congregation of Nurglings. Of course, one has to wonder how he would go about winning over disgruntled Imperial serfs to his cause like that, but then I’ve often thought being a Dark Apostle of Nurgle can’t be the easiest job to begin with. Chaos offers the strength to overthrow the Imperial yolk, Khorne supremacy in battle, Slaanesh every imaginable pleasure and Tzeentch great magical power, whilst the unfortunate salesman for Nurgle finds himself peddling the line ‘Well, we’ve got some cracking diseases…’ He’s hardly the one you’d pick really, unless of course you were already sick and dying, in which case the wheezing invocations of any daemon would probably be enough to sway you to his cause in exchange for renewed vigour. Then again Nurgle’s an optimistic fellow so perhaps Aghkam doesn’t mind that. He can keep going with his pompous, long-winded and flatulent sermons, safe in the knowledge that as the galaxy succumbs to decay all men will come to him eventually.