Hello everyone, sorry it’s been so long! My hobbying has taken a bit of a back seat recently, not due to anything in particular, I think I just needed a little break.
Anyway, I’ve still found the time to tinker away for the Iron Sleet invitational here and there (You’ve probably seen on Instagram) but I’ve, once again, hit a wall. My fifth and final model will be some sort of automaton, either a little tracked carrier unit or a floating scout-skull. Which do you think fits the theme best? I want this to be as close to perfect as I can get it considering all the other people taking part!
Any input is very appreciated and again, sorry it’s been so damn long
One final update before the big game! As you can see, my leader got a bit of an upgrade and there’s still quite a bit of painting to do; I’d better pull my finger out!
I absolutely can’t wait to do this. It’s been so fun preparing for such a compelling and unique project. See you all on the other side!
Here’s a couple of shots of what I’ve got on the workbench this week. The first shows an early conversion of a stormcast, and the undying tyrant, a wandering NPC for use in skirmish. If I ever get round to playing a game, he’ll drop his crown as an item once killed.
And the other shows an ash waste tech-scrapper, among the start of my sallow trees for The Albino Woods. I’ve really got to pull my finger out now!
As always, let me know what you think!
A plague worshiper of a particularly noxious breed; This decaying champions leathery skin now weeps a painfully acidic substance. Any attempts to cover his tattered modesty are for naught. But why would such a beautiful example of the good fathers work need covering anyway?
Blight-born man rat, bitter and pale. Denied his mother’s milk, he gathered his sustenance from the warm flesh of his brood. He found his true family in the guise of a rotten father.
The blind seer. His eyes fed the maggots, now the maggots feed the sight. He will guide his brothers to the ends of the earth to spread the joys of their ascension.
Never a true follower of the lord of filth, this twisted mutant seeks a way to ease the pain of it’s existence. Still, he makes a good addition to the family.
So there you have it! The nurgle warband I started ages ago is finally finished. Or at least, the characters are. As time goes on I’ll add some zombies and little Nurgly what-nots to spice it up a bit.
Thanks for the push to properly finish these off, I’m enjoying them a lot more now!
It’s been a bloody long time since I first showed my wip Nurgle warband, but they haven’t gone anywhere! The release of the new Poxwalkers has coughed new life into the project, and I’m making it my goal to finish these soon. After that I’ll be making some scavvy mutants to wander between the pale branches of the Albino forest.
There’s still a few areas that need touching up (mainly the bases) but I’m trying not to spend too much time with these. Just something to flex my painting muscles before getting back into The Chapel.
Hello everyone! Sorry it’s been so bloody long, life has been especially hectic recently. I’ve moved house, moved job and been through two birthdays in the time since I last posted. I’ve still found the time to tinker away with my models though, and even started to make a board to play on! (having new space is great). Whilst I don’t have anything solid to show you, here’s a couple of moody shots to show the direction the board is going in, and a quick snap of a wip golem. As always, let me know what you think!
A foul curse has stricken the land. A curse of darkness and hate, destroying the lives of those who would bask in the light of their god. No more can the sun raise the crops and mend the living, no more can it guide the lost and inspire the hopeful; For it has been blocked by a vast orb of impenetrable blackness. The solar god masked by a dark bridle.
The plants grow withered and pale, the children starve and the livestock rot. Skeletal trees grope blindly in the blackness, their branches bare and crumbling. Any attempts to light the darkness are in vain; The only light to permeate the infinite night shines from the great halo in the sky, and from the gentle flames cast by the candles of the blessed.
And shadows thrive in the dark. Those who breed and lurk and kill grow in number; Daemons walk the earth.
With the emergence of these Daemons, these fiends, so too do those ready to banish them rise. Ready to cleanse the ruined land with axe and fire. They rise in defiance against the evil, lest it consume them all.
The witch hunter. Guided through the iron eyes by a creature, statue skinned. He will follow the imp to the ends of the earth in his mission to clean the realms.
A swollen beast of a man. Engorged and pulsing. He has strayed so far and remembers so little. Fleeting glimpses of a dear friend, a brother, emerge in his mind. Replaced by the metallic taste of tainted meat, the pain of splitting skin and crushing loneliness.
The rotten witch-tracker. Perfectly at home in the pitch blackness, it seeks to banish those who would disturb it’s stagnant peace.
Long dead creatures crawl from their holes and
foul raiders converge on the valley.
The blazing sun covered by a mask of stone.
This is my entry for Jake’s (aka Bruticus) Eclipse competition being run on the aos28 facebook page. Let me know what you think!