Cast your collective minds back to November last year and you’ll recall this happy looking gentleman; the champion for my squad of Nurgle terminators based on the Putrid Blightkings. He’s been progressing slowly ever since but a few days ago I decided to crack on and actually get him finished. Here’s how he looked last time we saw him:
And here he is now:
And side by side with his sole (current) squadmate:
I have high hopes that I’ll get the icon bearer finished soon as well, and have even started putting together a fourth member of the squad. Watch this space!
The release of Silver Tower has me rather excited about all things Tzeentch at the moment. However with a pile of partly painted plastic roughly the size of Mount Everest currently occupying my painting desk – plus the financial strain of upgrading my computer ahead of Warhammer Total War – I’m trying to reign in my desire to shell out on more models. With this in mind I’ve tried to use my resurgent allegiance to the Changer of Ways for good, and finished off this Sorcerer who’s been sitting part-painted for longer than I care to admit.
Of course, every Sorcerer needs a daemonic familiar to help him in his work (although exactly what assistance this chap could offer beyond biting people remains unclear).
As usual, any feedback is much appreciated.
I found this poor old chap lurking in the bottom of the bits box. As models go these really show their age now, even alongside the ‘modern’ Chaos Marines – which are themselves often decried as fit for retirement. Sadly he proved to be suffering from a chronic mould-line problem which defied my best efforts to cure it and drained my enthusiasm for the project, hence the rather workmanlike paintjob.
For now I’m going to call a halt on the Chaos Marines – mainly because there are a few other projects I’m itching to work on. Until I return to them here’s a groupshot to tide you over.
The victims of the Warp are many and varied. Since Galath fell in the City of the Swine Brother Asath has been plagued by Empyrean insects that writhe beneath the stern iron of his mask. No longer does his voice boom from its grill, replaced instead by the idiot buzzing of an invertebrate multitude. Yet he remains as effective in combat as he ever was and Valaghast believes that the clues to their return to power may be hidden amongst his gibbered lies.
Finished off another chaos marine for Squad Valaghast. Decided to push myself a little with the greenstuff work on his face and, although it falls a long way short of what those who’re more experienced with the medium are capable of producing, I see a definite improvement. As usual comments and feedback are welcome.
We were the Clawhand’s Own – sons to him as the first of the Mighty were to the Prymarchs of old. We are in the wilderness now. When our lord fell we fell with him, and fell again. Most of my brothers died when the Bitterblade broke beneath Kell’s hand, our pride was ground to dust beneath his heel. Now we are no more than slaves, made mean by suffering, stripped of glory. We are bound to the service of a lord despised by us, and by the Gods; a lord who shamed us. Some doubt we shall ever regain the grandeur of old or take our place amongst the choirs of the ascended.
We are now but a ragged few, yet my brothers still trust in me and I swear before all the gods that come the hour we shall rise!
Although life is pretty busy at the moment I’ve found the time to finish off the leader for my new squad of Chaos Marines; Squad Valaghast. These are the former servants of Kordel Bitterblade, chosen from his elite when he was Master of Purges amongst the Hawkmoth Space Marines. When he and Kell turned from the Throne-world they followed their master into the darkness. As he began his rise to power as the chaos lord Kordel Clawhand they formed his murderous elite, yet having shared in their master’s glory during his reign they must also share his shame in defeat. The journey has not been kind to them yet they have not lost sight of a future in which they regain their old glory. Kell knows this, and recognises also their hatred and contempt for him. Rather than have them slain or banished he aims to harness their gloryseeking ways – for he knows that there is nothing they will not do to return to power.
Another Chaos Marine joins the new squad.
I’m particularly pleased with this shoulderpad.
I also did a bit of work on the base to create something slightly more chaotic than the usual Imperial rubble my legions march upon.
I’m a big fan of this painting by Adrian Smith. To me it does an excellent job of capturing the sort of thuggish mutants that would be drawn to the banner of chaos. No wonder the Imperium purges them. I don’t fancy that poor Guardsman’s chances much in the next few minutes, and going by his rather hang-dog expression neither does he. Well that’s what he deserves for failing in his duty to the Emperor. Obviously, as a treacherous heretic myself, I’m rather fond of all of them, but on this occasion the one I’m particularly interested in is this good looking chap.I’ve been wanting to improve my greenstuff skills recently and spotting his ugly mug in the rear ranks of this image gave me just the inspiration I needed to add another chaos marine to the new squad.
Possibly not the kind of chap you’d invite round to meet your mum but I’m rather pleased with how he’s turned out. As ever your thoughts are welcome.
Another Chaos Marine joins the ranks. I’m definitely feeling a lot of enthusiasm for painting monsters in power-armour at the moment!
There’s some subtle blood-spatter on the sword blade but sadly it doesn’t show up too well in this photograph. It’s the one area of the model I’m thinking about going back over.
I’m needing a break from painting traitor guard so finished this handsome young man as a change of pace. Who knows – this could be the start of a whole new squad. Certainly there’s enough part painted chaos marines kicking around my desk at the moment – maybe the time has come for them to get a bit of attention.