Nurglites complete! (for now)

 

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

 

Nurglites

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.

Yet more wips!

I’ve started yet another project for The Chapel! If you’re thinking I’ve bitten off more than I can chew then you’re probably right, but I’m going to show you all anyway.

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This is the start of a small chaos warband. Imagine tumorous mutations hidden under yellow cloth and you won’t be far off. I’m really trying to push myself, so there’ll be a lot of sculpting involved.

Then there’s my Eclipse warband. I’ve added fur to the witch hunter and resculpted his hair, textured the brutes armour and armed the wraith. Does anyone have any idea how to make a blunderbuss?

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Don’t worry, I’ll be doing a colourful update soon!

 

Eclipse

Here’s another update of little substance, a quick wip image of what I’m working on at the moment. This small group still need a lot of work before they’re finished. The plan with these guys is to enter them into the eclipse competition being run on the aos28 facebook page. And don’t worry, the shotgun will be replaced! 

The Albino Forest: Part 1 (Colour)

As requested, here’s a couple of rough shots of my Chapel warband in colour! I’ve noticed a few things that need touching up since taking these and I’d like to share some lore on them all individually, but you can see something close to the finished article.

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The Albino Forest: Part 1

The air carried the breath of decomposition, doubtlessly rising from the squalid pools of stinking bodily fluids coalescing around the roots of the sallow giants. The trees were the colour of bone, the forest like the sun bleached remains of some great beast. Sticky clouds of fumes moved through the undergrowth and coated the ground with a thick layer of grey condensation. Deep within the fog small rotten creatures scurried, and things that used to be birds hung awkwardly in the sky.

And within this forest, among the fumes and the bones and the trees there was a  clearing; And in that clearing, a woman. A lone woman with a bandaged face, a delicate mechanical pincer grafted messily unto her left arm. She was an Ostium Guide, a Siren, Charon. One of the few fabled individuals that know the true whereabouts of The Chapel. 

She was as experienced as the forest and nearly as old. Duty had faded to monotony. Many groups had come to her for guidance: desperate treasure hunters, mechanical seekers, devout pilgrims, but they all left the same way; Screaming alone in the putrid bowels of some forgotten hall in The Chapel. So she waited in the clearing for the next group of hopefuls, knowing the end to their journey before it had even started.  

And yet again, they came. But this group were  different. Mindless fools paying worship to an ancient bulbous-headed mutant. Dressed in thick heavy cloth stained with ichor, dirty faces leering dumbly from behind unkempt hair. Their crude garments punctuated by rattling icons and artifacts. One stood hunched, a vial of clean blood drip-fed directly to his ticking heart. In his one gloved hand was a staff to which was tied a solid open tome, too dirty to read. Another was barely even a man, little more than the upper half of some freakish cadaver grafted to an anti-grav engine and bedecked in the same hefty robes worn by the rest of the group. It’s purpose she couldn’t guess, nor did she want to try. 

Among the rabble a figure loomed high above the rest, a hardened shell supported by groaning mechanical legs. It’s strained spongy head peered out over a dirty clerical collar as it desperately struggled to hold itself upright; A stiff flame-pike used as an elderly man would use a cane. As it gazed at her with it’s ink-blot eyes she heard a thousand whispered voices;

“Take us to the Chapel”.    

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Right, this is taking a little longer than I thought. I had no idea painting a full squad was so hard to do! I’m really trying to push myself with these to make them the best I can.

The work everybody has been putting out for this project has done a great job of keeping me motivated, so thanks for that!

Let me know what you think of these so far.