Outstanding group of marines, Klajorne. Glad I'm on the same side as these mean mothers.
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Outstanding group of marines, Klajorne. Glad I'm on the same side as these mean mothers.
Jager bombs. Very efficient at wiping out friend or foe.
Thanks guys. Glad to see some folk are keeping an eye on them as they grow.
EDIT: Also, trying another army shot, though I'm obviously going to need to keep working on this as I'm not happy with the way any of them turned out. Posting the best one, but if anybody has any pointers for doing pulled-back shots, I could use the help.
Here's the MotW for next month. I'll have to post my Lone Wolf later as I won't be able to put him together until I get home and have access to my dremel.
I'm not sure why I'm so excited to paint these guys, but I am. I always look to the sergeants and their robes with a bit of apprehension, but I'm genuinely giddy about painting these two guys up.
The army shot is awesome. They look very vibrant. What are you planning on doing for vehicles?... And get this chaos outttaaaa heeeerrreee!
My only gripe is the base rim, it blends with the terrain too much. I would use a dark brown rim to make them pop.
Last edited by Lani Guy; February 1st, 2012 at 22:13.
Hey, thanks for the rep.
I'm not certain yet what I'm going to do with vehicles yet. I stripped an old rhino I have to do a test run, but my ToXG is taking up most my painting free time.
I picked up a few of THESE for my tac squad/grey hunter rhinos and I'm excited to do them up right. Main concern I'm having right now is that I can make it a decent blue, but I'm not sure where I'd really want to add the black "highlights" that is on my marines' shoulder pads and backpacks. And probably not at all if I'm doing the tac arrows in a white or silver. And I haven't decided if I want to do the arrows in white or silver yet. So yeah, I've got the "I'll paint it blue" part down for my rhino, but not sure where I'm adding the other colours from my palette yet.
As for the chaos bits, that's the part I'm so excited about, because it's those chaos bits that I feel differentiate my chapter from all the other marines on the board. Just that little pepper of evil mixed throughout the army. It's the spice that makes my army interesting to me. So yeah, I'm hoping that the little bit of chaos I mix in adds some flavour, just enough to look at the marines and think that they're the good guys, but not quite. But not so overwhelming to confuse them with straight up chaos marines.
As for the rim, funny that you mention that. On my last army I had a strong differentiation, and on this one I made an effort to blend it in with the base itself. I'm not sure how I feel about it either way, right now.
I dislike chaos, for the good and justt! lol I understand, a little spice never hurt.
Those doors looks sweet too. As for the base, I'm not saying do a stark differentiation, just something that is a little darker. Again, this is purely my opinion though.
But all that is part of the 40M timeframe. The only stuff I've written so far is in the 37M timeframe. One bit at a time.
So, after I finish up my current list, then a decent necron force going, then expand my loyalists to incorporate a dread list, *THEEEEEENNNN* I'll start up a chaos force. Though I've already figured out the dark green & brown scheme that I think will look brilliant on a chaos force and bought the box to paint up the first batch of them. So much to paint, so little time...
More junk-fluff to keep this thread alive. This is just a quick rough. I'll probably polish it up and repost it to the writing section of the board when there's a bit more substance to it.
Let me know if I'm re-using names unintentionally. Sometimes I'll be scouring my brain for the name of a character, thinking that I'm being original, only to be back flipping through a black library book and realize that the inspiration came from some other character that I thought was neat some five years before and had forgotten about.In the depths of the fortress monastery, Abraxxon Cafts stood on the dais in the center of his armoury. He was regal and motionless, statuesque in visage. His four personal serfs surrounded him, adorning him with his most blessed armour. They moved with reverence and purpose, singing out the praises to each piece to appease its machine spirit. A helmet worn during the Siege of Cesti by the second chapter master, Invurus the Stoic. A gauntlet forged by the great Forgefather Gelius of the Salamander chapter, after the heroic intervention amidst the Meanshu Campaign from a fledgling chapter. A vambrace from Shaerun Mul, slayer of the great daemon X’stulmk. Each piece carried its own history and honoraries, sung in melodic harmony by his serfs as they placed each piece upon him. They had adorned him in his armour over a thousand times before, and their prayers wove together in a song of glory.
The serfs themselves Abraxxon had owned since their failed attempts at becoming aspirants. The gene therapy that began the trails had given them the common visage that was shared by all of the chapter: eyes the colour of clear amber with skin the shade of burnished copper and hair of molten gold. And though they never received the implants to elevate them to the demi-god state of a space marine, the martial life that they lived made them stronger and more robust than any Imperial Guard soldier. Now, though they failed to become full battle brothers, they still became part of the chapter, and served it with all the loyalty that was expected of a space marine.
Abraxxon remained unmoving as Rhicus entered the chamber. The head librarian leaned heavily on his staff, spots of blood staining his robes where it had drained from his nose and mouth. Concern creased Abraxxon’s features, yet he could not interrupt the ritual, for fear that he might incur his armour’s wrath. Rhicus himself stood in wait, familiar with the adorning rituals of their chapter. He met Abraxxon’s gaze with a slow and deliberate nod of acknowledgement. The minutes ticked by as the choir continued, until the song finally died down with the final act of tying Sable’s Bane to his hip. The ancient blade transfixed, his serfs bowed and took their leave.
Stepping down from the dais, Abraxxon approached Rhicus.
“Chief Librarian Moud, I expect this must be important.”
“Immensely, brother-commander,” Rhicus said, his voice raspy from chanting incantations for days. “The Immaterium has illuminated me as to a potential danger to our chapter, and our world. I’ve searched our infinite futures time and time again, and each time I perceive the same conclusion.”
Abraxxon scowled, contemplating what the head of his librarius was telling him. “The danger?” he asked.
“A xenos weapon,” said Rhicus. “It will be used to destroy the star at the center of our system. The weapon will originate from Bule, though it will decimate the entire system. And it will be soon.”
Abraxxon nodded, absorbing the context of what the chief librarian was saying. Bule, third planet of the system, was the next planet in from Trallus toward the system’s core. This time of year, it would be a short flight by way of thunderhawk. Deep in thought, they left Abraxxon’s chambers and walk through the monastery. The afternoon sun swept through the open archways of the fortress monastery, hazy and warm in the late summer season. Banners swayed gently in the breeze, their stitching still sparse for a relatively young chapter.
Stepping through the archway and into the courtyard, Abraxxon stopped and turned toward Rhicus and said, “For a man that can see the thoughts of others, you do not hide your own very well. Speak what is on your mind.”
“I do not believe we can stop the weapon from being launched, but we can protect ourselves from the devastation.”
“From what you say, this will not just be a matter of hiding behind a void shield or fortified wall. What would you suggest?”
Rhicus stood silent for a moment, weighing his next words. He knew it was fruitless to utter them, he had seen this conversation a myriad of times in his search for a solution and in each variable future it had played out in the same way each time. In defiance of the inevitability of the future, he attempted once more.
“The Kor Pillars,” Rhicus said.
“The abominable architecture that infests this world?” Abraxxon asked with a scowl.
“The pillars are the tool to defend this world,” Rhicus said. “We simply need to find the key to activate them.”
Abraxxon’s anger flared as he understood the plan being laid out by the chief librarian. Triggered by the emotion, combat stimulants flooded his blood stream, and his hand drifted to the hilt of the blade at his side. Clenching his jaw, he fought the urge to draw the blade and strike at the nearest object.
“I will not hear of sacrificing the integrity of this chapter by debasing ourselves through the use of unsanctioned xenotechnology,” Abraxxon said through gritted teeth. With a deep sigh, he continued, gripping Rhicus by the shoulder. “I place extensive trust in your precognition, Chief Librarian, but you have told me before that the future is ever-mutable. So long as we have trust in the Emperor, there is still hope.”
Rhicus looked Abraxxon in the eye, just as he had seen occur time and time before. As he uttered the words, he was unsure if he was saying them this time, or just watching another future play out.
“Of course, brother-commander. May the Emperor protect us and guide us.”
Abraxxon seemed convinced. “Good. Now, let us prepare to embark. I will personally lead this mission so as to put your concerns to rest. Come with me and give me what tactical details you know.”