Right, after that brief dalliance with the uncaring Throne-World let’s get back to more important matters – the rise of a horde of ragged traitors. I know I’ve said it before but I’m really getting a lot out of my current traitor guard project. It’s something I’ve wanted to work on for a long time so it’s exciting to have the chance to finally get to grips with it. What’s more the models themselves respond well to simple conversions with the result that one can quickly create a warband that is both cohesive and chaotic.
Just in case any of you are thinking ‘this is a con – he showed us that model the other week!’ I can assure you it’s not true, they just happen to look similar (and here’s the proof). Perhaps they’re brothers?Of course even oath-breaking scum and the dregs of the galaxy know that life is better with a friend, so here’s another one to keep him company.
As usual feedback is welcome!
Right, back to traitor guard and, with the addition of these two fearsome looking gentlemen, Clan Claw, the first squad of my rebellious horde, is complete. First off here’s another scary man in a mask.
Of course, no squad of deviant traitors would be complete without a twisted champion to lead them.
And here’s the whole happy family together. I have to admit I’m really loving my traitor guard, they’re great fun to convert and relatively quick and easy to paint so if you’re thinking of taking the plunge and starting your own evil tech-barbarians I’d highly recommend it.
Just found this guy whilst sorting out some stuff. Not sure what I originally had planned for him but whatever it was he fell out of favour and off the radar, and ended up in a box. Having serendipitously rediscovered him I decided to finish him off and add him to my traitor guard. He didn’t need much work, just a few details and finishing off the base – in fact it probably took me less than quarter of an hour to finish him, which makes his sojourn in the box a little shameful.
Quite pleased with how neatly the flagellant lower body fits to the traitor guard torso, which gives me some ideas for the champion in my Renegade Infantry squad.I’m thinking he might represent some kind of preacher or faith-keeper, encouraging the fractious masses with litanies of hatred and despair. I intended the scrap of parchment in his hand to be a page torn from some unholy book but now I wonder if it might actually be crib-notes, written then cast aside by some arrogant Dark Apostle, then found and recycled by his lowly counterpart amongst the traitor guard. And if his words don’t sway the troops with the inevitability of the primordial truth then perhaps the sight of the severed head of the last fool to waste his time (perhaps by suggesting they retreat) should do the business?Look at him; needs a rebreather just to survive the hellish death-worlds his masters enjoy, still doesn’t wear shoes. Hardcore!