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Making Krälgor: Part 1

The first part of me making my World Eaters Leader Krälgor.

Now that I have uploaded a very lengthy bio for the Legion of Carnage I am going to start uploading everything I have done such as painting, sculpting, kit bashing, building terrain and anything else that I happen to do along my journey in the 40k hobby.

So I think the best place to start would be my Commander Krälgor The Herald of Carnage. This is a bit of a tutorial as well as a show case.

A little background

***Nothing in this part is vital for the tutorial/showcase of the model, so if you don’t care about the background feel free to skip this part***

I got into the wh40k tabletop when a friend who has played for years went in half and half on the dark vengeance starter set (Yeah, I haven’t been in the hobby very long). I knew I wanted to do a World Eaters Khornate army, so I got the CSM and he got the DA. I started out with only two GW paints (Sycorax Bronze & Wazdakka Red), and had really no idea of what units were good or bad. Long story short (will post how I got into 40k and such maybe at a later time) I played my first few games and loved it, but I wanted to really flesh out my army and my leader leader more. I knew I wanted a Chaos terminator lord rather than a Daemon prince (I do plan on getting/making one though someday) because I had started to formulate an idea of how I wanted Krälgor to look. Throughout my time getting into this hobby I quickly fell in love with the modeling and terrain aspect of it all (if I’m honest I almost like do that more than actual wargaming aspect), so I started trying to learn as much as I could and get ideas on how to make mode interesting models and such by sculpting, painting and kit bashing. So when I was looking on GW’s site for models that had interesting parts I would like to get to kit bash I decided to look at WHFB models as I had seen many other people make some amazing unique looking units with WHFB bits. I had already seen, loved and decided I would use the FW Zhufor the Impaler model for the base model to build upon but I wanted to make my leader unique so I didn’t want to use the head. I came across the Vampire Counts Vlad model and was immediately inspired from the head, namely the hair. So to quickly get to the point here is what my original raw concept was: I wanted my leader to be a complete fanatic to Khorne, so he would almost be a mix or a WB Dark Apostle and a Khorne Berzerker. At the same time I wanted him to be very fair in features that would almost come across as handsome to offset the nature of the character. As you will see I later changed this concept some, but I still kept most things from it. One I wanted him to have long flowing hair, and I wanted it to be super pale white. Two I wanted him to have extremely almost deathly pale ashen skin. And lastly I wanted him to have traditional world water gribal/gladiatorial tattoos like Angron. As far as armour went I wanted him have tons of trophies, and to signify his more barbaric WE past I wanted him to have either a fur cloak, or have fur draped over his cloak and armor. Lastly I wanted him to have two chain axes would make him stand out. So now that that is out of the way I’ll dive into the making of Krälgor the Herald of Carnage.

Phase 1: Pose

Before I started any work on Krälgor I wanted to see how the model would fit together in the pose I wanted him to be in. To do this I cut everything that would need to be adjusted from the standard models pose and stuck it together with blue sticky tack. Since the Icon of Khorne on the top front of his armour would not be needing adjusting I went ahead and glued in in place to get an idea of how it would look.

Phase 2: Sculpts

Next I sculpted the details I wanted on Krälgor, as well as filled in gaps, and did sculpting to fit the pieces I had cut and re-positioned on him. I was greatly inspired by the Khorne Daemonkin codex, so fill out the character I sculpted a book to be a tome of slaughter bound in human flesh. I used to pieces of shrunk Shrinky-dinks with a blob of greenstuff (GS) in between that I used my hobby knifes to make groves in it to form the pages. then I put on both sides and sculpted the cover.

Next I sculpted a the other parts, as well as a lip around the base so any Blood for the Blood God paint (BFBG) would be able to pool.

At this point I had attached many of the bits I would use, making sure as best I could that they all would flow in a logical direction like the wind was blowing it, as well as the awesome looking axes from puppetswarminiatures which they sadly no longer carry last I checked. I also sculpted a back on a chest piece so I could use it for a skull loin cloth on the back. lastly I took one of the God-awful khorne berzerker champion heads and attempted to make it into a noise marine head. I was ok with how it turned out, but I ended up not using it as it did not fit on the base in a way that I was please with.

Next I sculpted the hair and the butchers nails on the head. Then I started on sculpting the fur for the cloak, and exhaust pipes, some chains to wrap around his arm later and some strips to be flayed flesh that would chaotic mockeries of the purity seals.

Phase 3: Final Touches

Finally I glued on the bits and put them in place, as well as added more fur and skulls to the cloak. At this point I had everything in place and was ready to begin painting.

Phase 4: Priming

This next phase was really straightforward but I am including it to point out/share two things. One is that because I had do so much sculpting and and had so many small details I did not do what I usually would do which is use black spray paint. Instead I hand painted him to prime him. The second thing I want to point out is the most important painting lesson I have learned, and that is to thin your paint, and do multiple thin layers to make sure you do not cover up any details. I highly recommend making/using a wet pallet.

I will end this step-by-step here and save the painting of Krälgor for the second half . I hope you have enjoyed this. If you have any questions or would like me to clarify anything please feel free to ask! Until next time!

Chaos Knights

Well it’s being forever since I last posted anything on here, but seeing as how I have taken a break from 3d modeling for a few days to work on these chaos knights I figured I may as well post the pictures. I will try and get some better pictures at a later date, but as you can clearly see my work station is completely trashed so my lighting situation is a bit limited.

This is just a simple showcase post and not a tutorial as I was figuring out a lot of this along the way while making these models, so I wouldn’t be one to show anyone my method haha. I have to say that while I am happy with the way the magnetized arms turned out on the war dogs (chaos armigers) I think I will do the second box I have differently, or at least use smaller magnets, because these took a ton of work using my hobby knife and my dremel to get the magnets in, and even then the fit isn’t the best. I am planning on making some parts for the other box of war dogs I have that I will 3d print, so I am holding off on building them until I have those parts made and printed. I think I may do a tutorial on magnetizing the arms when I make those as I have a better idea of what I would do differently now.

Little Children of the Emperor

Warsmith Karabazmos of the Bleeding Iron warband, is often looked down upon by his fellow Iron Warriors for employing unorthodox methods to achieve victory, but their is no denying the results of such methods.

Ninety-seven thousand, nine hundred and forty two.  Deruk read the numbers for the tenth time still unable to believe what he was seeing.  Ninety-seven thousand, nine hundred and forty two children were missing without a trace.  Deruk was going on his tenth year of service in the Adeptus Arbites, so he knew firsthand how often children went missing in the hive city of Mortisberg, but those children had always been the sniveling offspring of the low born dregs of the underhive.  The only time that it was of any import to know how those children disappeared was when the monthly population tithe hive census needed to be updated.  This was different, very different.  In all his years of service, Deruk could only recall six cases that involved Mortisberg nobility going missing, and only two of those cases had involved children.

It all started two months ago, slowly at first, so no one paid any attention or noticed the emerging pattern.  At first the only sign was a point one percent decrease of the underhive child population, but this figure was simply trumped up to the increased mortality rate that had resulted from the manufactorums production output being increased to supply the war effort.  Deruk had seen child mortality rates spike from increased production demands many times in the past, as it was expected in the best of cases that children would die from working longer shifts in the manufactorums, and in the worst cases they would die to feed their own families who needed more nutrition to survive the longer shifts than was being provided by their standard work rations.  In his earlier days in the Arbites, Deruk would have found the idea of increased child mortality abhorrent, but if his years of service had taught him one thing, it was that every one of those sickly bastards that died now, was one less hive ganger he would have to put in the ground later.

The crisis became apparent to Deruk when he was investigating the disappearance of the Ziet family’s youngest son.  While the Ziet family was not nobility, they were an affluent merchant family, and the fact that the patriarch of the Ziet family had close ties to Deruk’s superiors meant that this was a case that warranted a real investigation.  Deruk began his investigation like he began all things, by the book.  Standard procedure in missing persons cases was to interrogate all known associated of the missing person, and it was at this leg of the investigation that Deruk discovered that there was something happening that was far more serious than a missing merchant’s son.  When attempting to track down the other children that the child was known to associate with, Deruk saw that every one of them had been reported as missing.  Within a day Deruk began compiling a list of all missing person reports in his precinct, and that is when he saw, how many reports there really were.  Almost all of the reports were for missing children, and with the exception of the Ziet family, they were all from families with only enough wealth to pay the processing fee to file a report, but not enough to make sure said report was ever looked into. 

 When Deruk saw this pattern, he decided to broaden his investigation and called upon the other Mortisberg Arbites precincts to see if similar patterns were playing out across the hive city.  By the fifth day of the investigation Deruk saw that children were missing across all of Mortisberg, and all from families that could not afford to have the disappearances looked into.  That was when Deruk decided to investigate the population tithe census reports to see if children were disappearing from families too poor to file any reports.  Deruk saw that the reports that had first shown a trivial decrease in the underhive’s child population had steadily grown at an exponential rate, until one in every five families had lost a child.  That was when it happened, almost as if a switch had been flipped, the instant Deruk saw the scale of this crisis, the first report of a noble family’s child going missing came in.  After the first report, it seemed as if the floodgates had been opened as hundreds of more reports flooded in.

Looking back Deruk could think of a million things that could have been done differently to have kept this crisis from its current level of severity.  One out of every two Mortisberg PDF guardsmen that had a family was missing their children, every Mortisberg noble family was missing at least one child, and the majority of all other citizens in the mid and lower hive were missing their children.  Deruk put down the report, and stared at the far wall.  How could Ninety-seven thousand, nine hundred and forty two children vanish without a trace?  Deruk kept repeating this question in his mind until the more important question he had been dreading arose in his mind.  “What am I going to tell the Inquisitor tasked with this investigation?”

            Captain Krien Barnum rubbed his eyes, as he fought to stay awake through yet another pointless war briefing.  General Hurst paced around the holo-map of Voloran, as he delivered his latest briefing on the war taking place on the planet’s surface.  “As you can see, the arch traitor forces are no longer contained on the Kriestgard Peninsula.  Our last intelligence report that came in at o-eight-hundred confirmed that the enemy has taken hive city Bludberg.”  General Hurst said as he indicated toward the holo-map.  Barnum tried to appear that he cared about what the General was saying, but despite his best efforts he could not.  The traitor forces had invaded Voloran over two months ago, and still had made no effort to so much as approach Mortisberg.  Day after day General Hurst droned on giving updates on the war effort in these mandatory war briefings, but what was the point?  Since the war began the traitor forces had proven their cowardice in avoiding every opportunity for conflict, with the exception of this most recent report of them taking Bludberg, which is hardly a feat worthy of mention.  Bludberg’s defenses were almost non-existent since it had been almost completely destroyed by the greenskin invasion of Voloran four years ago.  According to Hurst’s last droning war briefing, all of the Voloran guard forces had been ordered to abandon Bludberg and reinforce other targets of more strategic value, and it was only then that the traitor forces moved in to take Bludberg.  The way Barnum saw things, if the traitors were either unable or unwilling to risk attacking a vulnerable target like Bludberg unless all defenses ware withdrawn, then there was no chance they would ever pose a threat to Mortisberg.  Mortisberg was the largest and most heavily defended hive city on Voloran, with the resources and manufacturing capabilities to be able to be self-sufficient for two full years if cut off from supplies in a siege.  The gun emplacements on the walls had felled no less than three greenskin titan class war engines in the ork invasion four years ago, when those beast dared to challenge the might of Mortisberg.  As far as Barnum was concerned the real problem they should be addressing was the disappearance of children in Mortisberg. 

“Captain Barnum, are you paying attention to this briefing?”  Barnum looked up at General Hurst, with hard eyes, and paused a moment before speaking. “General, permission to speak freely?” “Granted” the Hurst replied.  “Sir, I do not see why we have ordered all forces to stand ready for battle against a foe that would never dare attack this city, instead of doing something useful to find our children.  My daughter is missing General, and instead of organizing a search party, my forces and I are confined to duty stations until there is another pointless war briefing!”  Barnum spoke, raising his voice, more than he knew he should, but far less than he desired to.  “Captain, in recognition of your years of service, and the loss of your daughter, I am going to disregard your insubordinate tone this one time, but if you raise your voice to me again I will have Commissar Dietric execute you in front of your entire unit to make an example of you.”  General Hurst continued, “The reason I have ordered all forces to battle readiness is because, I have faced this breed of the arch traitor before, and I know how they fight.  These traitor Astartes have been identified as members of the traitor legion known as the Iron Warriors, and I know from personal experience that what we are seeing from this force is not how they fight.  I have faced these traitors before my assignment to Voloran, and if there is anything I learned from those engagements it’s that the Iron Warriors are no cowards afraid of getting bogged down in siege warfare, in fact the very opposite is true.  In many wars against these traitors they would not hesitate to siege a fortification where all of their enemies where gathered in one position.”  General Hurst paused for a moment before continuing. “So, when I see how these traitors are acting, my gut tells me that something is amiss, and I refuse to be caught by surprise.”

Almost as if on cue as soon as the General had finished speaking, alarms in the war room went off signaling a proximity alert.  “Attention, a large enemy force has entered the ten kilometer detection range of hive city zero, zero, one sigma, alpha, theta, designation Mortisberg” the monotone voice of a city notification servitor droned on as it repeated the message over and over again.  Barnum looked at the General, at a loss for words and  in disbelief, but General Hurst did not seem to be the least bit surprised. “Get to your post Captain Barnum”.  Before waiting for Barnum to acknowledge his orders Hurst had already turned his back, and began issuing orders to his other officers.

If anyone had of told Barnum that this would be possible, he never would have believed it, yet here he was experiencing this nightmare firsthand.  It had only been four hours since the first alarm sounded, but in that time the enemy had accomplished more than the most accomplished Voloran siege experts could in a full day.  Within an hour of the first alarm, the enemy was at the city walls.  Within two hours the Iron Warriors had unloaded tens of thousands of slaves and prisoners from the population of Bludberg and charged them forward to the walls.  Barnum did not understand why the enemy would charge the kilometer high walls unarmed with no hope breaching them.  Wave after wave the Mortisberg guard cut down the charging madmen, yet they kept coming, always at a different area, as if they thought that one section of the wall would surely allow them to break through with their bare hands.  Seeing the seas of flesh below, made up of slavering madmen made Barnum think of the stories he had heard an old Cadian sergeant tell of undead heretic that shambled in hordes without regard for their own lives.  Barnum had thought that the Grizzled sergeant had made up the stories simply to scare new recruits, but as Barnum saw the hordes below charging forward, climbing over each other as if they were starving animals trying to get to wounded prey, he could believe that such stories may have had some truth to them.  By hours end, thousands of the Iron Warriors slaves lay dead on the field.  Barnum and his men had been so busy cutting down the seemingly endless waves of madmen, that they did not notice what had been taking place behind the hordes of the dead, until they heard what sounded like a thousand thunderclaps in unison.  When Barnum realized what had happened, he was horrified.  In the hour that Barnum and his forces had been cutting down wave after wave of the madmen, the Iron Warriors had established a trench line behind the field of the dead.  Barnum saw that the hordes had not been charging different areas of the wall at random, like he had thought, but rather they had been locating where every kill zone, gun emplacement and firing arc along the wall was.  The Iron Warriors trench line and gun emplacements ran parallel to the blind spots in the Mortisberg defense line, and there artillery emplacements were positioned right outside of Mortisberg’s wall artillery firing arcs.  Barnum saw with horror that the source of the deafening thunderclap sound he and his men heard was over five hundred Iron Warriors’ artillery pieces firing in perfect unison.

Barnum ducked down to take cover right before the impact struck the walls.  He waited a second to steady himself before rising to survey the damage.  What he saw defied his belief.  In one barrage, every gun emplacement on the wall had been utterly destroyed.  In the hour that followed the Iron Warrior’s bombardment of the Mortisberg outer wall had continued without pause, with the guns firing at alternating times so that there was never a reprieve when the guns would not be firing to reload.  Four hours, it had only been four hours since the first alarm was sounded, and already the outer defense wall of the once impregnable Mortisberg had been breach.  By the fifth hour General Hurst had ordered all forces to pull back to the inner most defense line.  Where the outer parameter defenses of Mortisberg offered protection in the form of two rows of her walls spaced out at a kilometer and a half, the inner most defense line was a series of interlocking bunkers and trenches.  General Hurst reasoned that while it was a gamble to give up the second defensive wall and fall back to the inner most defense line, doing so would mean that the only way the Iron Warriors would be able to utilize their artillery would be to completely level both walls, or move it close enough for it to be targeted by Hurst forces since the artillery would not have the firing arc, or range to shoot over the walls.  With news that an imperial relief force was on its way, Hurst saw no way that the Iron Warriors would be able to completely level two layers of walls before reinforcements would arrive.  Over the course of the next two days, Hurst was beginning to fear that he overestimated the Iron Warriors artillery, as they opened up a hundred meter long breach in both of the walls.  However, as soon as the last stone fell from the inner wall, the Iron Warriors’ artillery ceased firing.

Warsmith Karabazmos strode out of his war tent as he heard the last artillery barrage fire.  “Lord, here is the slave you ordered brought to you” Captain Pyrodus said indicating to a mortal man wearing a white robe by his side.  “Good, now leave us Pyrodus.”  Karabazmos said as he waved his hand to Pyrodus dismissing him.  Karabazmos looked at the human and gave him an insincere smile before speaking to him.  “So, Torgito, ‘Grand Sacral Master of the Cult of Divine Purity’, are all of the plans set in motion?”  Karabazmos ask Torgito, with no attempt at hiding his utter contempt for the human’s title.  “Yes, lord, everything has been done exactly as you specified, all of the little saints have been prepared, and sanctified!”  Karabazmos snarled as he spoke, unable to contain is disgust with the mewling mortal before him “Good, then let us return to them, the little children of the Empreror.”

Barnum and his forces stood ready in the trenches as the morning sun began to rise.  The Iron Warriors bombardment had finally stopped an hour ago, and since then there had been nothing but complete silence.  On the horizon Barnum could see the enemy trench line and artillery silhouetted by the rising morning sun, but everything seemed calm with no movement.  It was Barnum’s first lieutenant Surm that pointed it out first, and then Barnum saw, what appeared to be movement coming through the breaches in the walls.  At first Barnum could not tell what it was he was seeing as it seemed that a wave of white was moving towards their position.  As the wave moved closer Barnum could not believe what his eyes were seeing.  A man in a white robe was walking towards them leading thousands of children all wearing white robes as pure as snow.  The man and all of the children were smiling ear to ear as they held each other’s hands.  Barnum stood stone still for what seemed like an eternity, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.  Suddenly lieutenant Surm broke Barnum’s trance when he screamed “Emperor be praised, that’s my little Elza!”  soon Barnum heard more of his men shouting praises to the God Emperor when they saw their missing children in the approaching crowd.

General Hurst could not believe the reports coming from the defense line, until he left his command bunker and saw for himself.  All of the missing children of Mortisberg were walking towards the defense line with a single man leading them.  General Hurst stood in confused amazement, but before he could offer a prayer of thanks to the Emperor, his amazement turned to sheer horror.  As a cloud of smoke passed over the sun, it was as if the shadow it cast was a window into the depths of hell.  Where the children’s robes had before appeared to be of the purest white, they were now torn, and stained with blood and yellow puss that was leaking from infected wounds on their chest.  Hurst could see that the children looked as if they had the tell-tell ‘Y’ shaped cuts of an autopsy that had been sewn up with rusted wire.  Where the robes were torn to expose more of their chest Hurst could see that what looked like krak charges had been sewn into their chest.  Where the children before had appeared to have serene blissful smiles on their faces, now Hurst saw that they all had their mouths unnaturally stretched and stapled to their cheekbones to form smiles that only a demented madman could conceive of.  Some of the children had parts of their faces peeled away, with only enough left to identify them, and all of the children had their eye lids stapled open, which caused thick yellow puss to run down their cheeks from the infected wounds.  In that instant, forty years’ experience did nothing to still Hurst nerves as he lost control of his bladder. 

“Open fire! Open fire now!”  Barnum heard General Hurst scream the orders, but he could not believe his ears.  He turned to see the General had a look of horror on his face, but Barnum could not understand what madness had infected the General.  When Barnum turned around he saw why the General was so horrified.  In the instant that the sun was covered by a cloud of smoke, he saw the illusion of the children’s appearance vanish, to reveal the horrors they had become.  As Barnum turned to retrieve his rifle, he froze as he heard a small voice call out “Daddy, is that you?” Barnum looked and tears ran down his face as he saw is little girl coming towards him from ten meters away.  All of a sudden Barnum saw that General Hurst was beside him with his side arm raised and aimed at his daughter.  In an instant Barnum picked up his rifle, and without a second thought he shot General Barnum in the head.  Barnum dropped the rifle and ran to his daughter screaming “I’m here Baby, Daddy is here, I’m going to make things all right!”  As soon as Barnum reached his daughter she jumped in his arms and hugged him.  “Goodbye daddy” she said, as her already stretched mouth tore open to form a sadistic grin. 

Karabazmos advanced with his forces, meeting little to no resistance as they moved into the city.  All along the defense line there were explosions as the mobile landmines, or as Torgito had called them, “the little saints” reunited with their families.  Many of the imperial soldiers had begun killing their comrades as those without children tried to shoot the mobile landmines, and those with children tried to keep them from shooting their returned children.  By the end of the day, all resistance in Mortisberg had been eliminated with only five Iron Warriors casualties.  By the next day, the surviving population of Mortisberg was enslaved, and the city was stripped clean of all of its munitions and supplies.  Karabazmos forces withdrew from Voloran, taking their spoils a mere two hours before the imperial relief fleet arrived in system.

Current Work and Projects Showcase: 1

Since I have moved due to the pandemic I haven’t been able to do any physical modeling, but I really developed my skills in 3D modeling, and I am at the point now that I can largely create anything I want to, given enough time (which sadly during law school is something I have little of).

This is just a show case of some of my work I have done. I will plan on doing a detailed post for each project I have done so far, but for now, I will just show a simple sample of the work I have done so far. All of what I will show in this post is largely unfinished/flawed test pieces that I have made, such as the first helmet I have made to test out whether I could make a helmet, or my first terrain set I have made that I have yet to go back and perfect.

For the other post I make that are more detailed, I will go through some descriptions of the work detailing what it is, but for now I am just going to upload some pictures.

Visions in Blood

A Legion of Carnage Short Story.

The 13th Black Crusade is nearing its end, and with it the bastion of the imperium known as Cadia. With the fall of Cadia, the way once barred will be open, and worlds once safe will burn. Blood will flow.

He strode down the large corridor towards the war room with a stride that was both steady, and impatiently hurried.  The floor squelched beneath the tread of his armored boots, leaving puddles of blood in his wake.  Once this corridor had been a sacred place, adorned with the battle honors of a thousand conflicts that hung from the bulkheads, and statues depicting fallen heroes of the legion in their final moments of sacrifice to an uncaring imperium had lined the walls.  In the time of the great crusade, to walk this corridor was a sobering honor.  A constant reminder to any legionnaire of the sacrifices that had been made by those who served before them, and the sacrifices that would be required in the coming battles that would be planned in the war room.  Now though, this corridor afforded no honor to those who had fallen, for it like the rest of the Prophet of Slaughter had cast off the shackles of an apathetic imperium and changed into something all but unrecognizable to the designs of the original creators.

Where once the floor had been of a polished marble, trimmed with bright steel, now it was a carpet of bleeding flesh supported by unnaturally thick bones.  The walls that had once been made of white stone and black iron were now made of pulsing skinless muscle fibers and the iron bulkheads that once proudly held battle honors were now made of bone and brass making the corridor look as though it were the inside of great beast’s ribcage.  Gone were the battle honors and statues, in their place were skulls bound by chains dangly from the bulkheads, and statues made of brass and bone depicting creatures of the warp with grotesquely elongated heads, and swords made of flame.  The lumens that had once bathed the corridor in soft white light, could hardly be called, nor recognized as lumens at all.  Now the corridor was drowned in crimson light that was unnaturally emitted from things resembling bleeding, pumping hearts that lined the corridor where lumens had once been.

Krälgor was now halfway down the thirty meter corridor, when he felt the all too familiar sensations begin rise to the surface of his consciousness.  He stopped in his tracks knowing what was to come next.  Slowly the ever present bite of the nails began to fade, and with it so too did his sight.  The first time he had fought against these sensations, now he gave into them, for it had begun to feel as if an eternity had passed since he experienced this.  The last time had led him to Cadia, to take part in Abaddon’s thirteen crusade.  But that seemed to be so long ago now, and Cadia seemed no closer to falling than it had the twelve times before.  Krälgor took in his surroundings one final time before all of his sight was lost in the blood now pouring out of his eyes.  The runes on his armor began to burn white hot as he lost all sensation of his body. 

He was falling into a burning abys for what seemed like both a century and mere second at the same time.  His body was gone, but his consciousness was as much a physical thing here, as his body ever was.  Before him was a world, on fire, with veins of blood and fire opening up and splitting it to its core.  As the veins grew deeper, they soon became cracks, that threatened to release the fury of the planets molten core.  At first it seemed as if he planet would fall apart, but suddenly the cracks began to shrink, and the all but assured destruction of the planet appeared to be undoing itself.  As the planet seemed to be solidifying once again and it’s once assured destruction appeared to be a possibility lost, a primal roar sounded and echoed through all things both material and immaterial.  This roar was made of the purest rage, and when it hit Krälgor he could feel the intensity of this pure unadulterated emotion, threaten to drive his very soul insane.  Above the defiant world appeared an axe of the blackest of irons and fiercest of flames poised ready to strike.  The axe fell with the force of rage incarnate, and struck the planet embedding itself deep within its core.  Suddenly the cracks in the world that had all but vanished grew again, and burning, boiling blood began to pour from every crack in the world, until suddenly the world exploded, sending out a tidal wave of blood. 

Krälgor’s conscientiousness was no longer seeing only the shattered planet in a black abys, but now saw billions of planets, all connected and covered by a golden shield that was projected from one golden planet that burned to look upon.  He could see that where the shattered planet once stood, a spear of black light was growing until it suddenly stretched along the length of the golden shield and split it in two, separating fully one half of the worlds from the protecting light of the golden planet.  In the wake of this tear in the golden shield came the tidal wave of blood, that spread out and drowned all worlds in its path, leaving nothing in its wake but burned broken husk.

Krälgor awoke on his hands and knees with blood pouring from his eyes, ears and mouth.  As sensation began to return to his body, so too did the piercing bite of the nails, urging him to spill blood.  He raised himself to one knee, and then stood to his full height in his terminator plate, as he reached for the matted fur adorning the top of his armor.  As he wiped the blood from his eyes with the fur, he saw a figure standing before him.  His muscles tensed as grabbed the hefts of his chain axes in each hand, but he saw the figure made no move towards him.  He blinked his eyes a few times before he could see who the figure was clearly.  The figure’s head was exposed save a mask depicting the fanged maw of the World Eaters consuming a planet.  The figure wore no armor on his arms exposing his corpse pale skin that was covered in kill count scars, and healed battle wounds.  The figures eyes were the sickly yellow so common of the destroyers who became poisoned by the radioactive tools of their trade.  His face itself was no more than a mass of scar tissue from ritual scaring and severe burns from both radiation and flame.  “Kholak, how long have you been there?”  Krälgor grunted through clenched teeth.  “you have communed with the Blood Father, lord?” Kholak replied, ignoring the question, and Krälgor thought, adding a bit too much emphasis on the word “lord”.  Krälgor stared at Kholak for several seconds that seemed like an eternity, deciding whether to answer the question or give into the nails and kill him where he stood.  In the end he decided to do neither.  “Tell the admiral to move the ship to the edge of the Cadia system and prepare for warp jump”.  “The Despoiler has ordered us to keep the lap dogs in this sector busy so that they cannot reinforce Cadia.”  Krälgor glared at Kholak as he stepped closer to him, “I do not serve the Despoiler, I answer only to the Blood Father! Our part in this ‘black crusade’ is over, the Blood God has decreed it.  Relay my orders to the Admiral.  The Blood Crusade is about to begin.”

UPDATE: Resurrection!

I am happy to have some minor good news to report in this seemingly never ending runaway-shit-show-dumpter fire known as 2020.

I have officially (minus waiting on 2 grades) finished my first year of law school. So now that I have a relative sense of what to expect from law school, I am slowly beginning to make time again for this hobby and I have a few projects that are in the works.

Terrain Project(s) On Hold:

My terrain project I had been working on before law school is sadly still shelved for now because all of my random junk that I have collected (hoarded) to build terrain is at home 3 hours away from where I live now in Baton Rouge for law school. I also don’t foresee me being able to really start any new terrain projects for awhile (I’m not going to say I definitely won’t though) because, one (1) I don’t really have the space for the materials to build terrain. Two (2) I don’t have the space/work room really build any terrain. Three (3) I am moving apartments in July so I don’t want to have more to move, and lastly I am moving in with a friend, and while he is awesome, I am not sure he would appreciate me trashing the place up with materials and miniature terrain haha.

Current Projects in the Works:

Currently I have three (3) miniature projects in the works, that I am just waiting on some orders to arrive before I can work on them.

The first project I am working on is my Night Lords Dream Team Kill Team. Ever since I got some friends into Kill Team and we played our first game I used the new CSM kit I made into Iron Warriors (I made a post about them if you want to see), I discovered that a basic CSM kill team without elites sucks pretty bad, and that I am such a nerd that I wanted to make each unit of my kill team a unique character with a name, background and personality to enjoy the game to its fullest. So with that in mind, I have been planning this Kill team in my mind for about a year now. I have created the roster, and I have all the bits that I am going use, I just need a few tools and things that I have ordered to actually get started on it.

But enough boring stuff that I’m sure you like don’t care about. The teaser I am sure you actually care about is what the Night Lords Kill Team project will be as far as conversations/kit bashing. I am kong to make a full tutorial/step-by-step post (likely multiple post) of my making them, so I won’t go into to much detail right now, but what I will say is that I am going to use the old CSM squad kit and scale them up so they will be the size of the new CSM models. I am also going to do something a bit different and make at least two God specific/Cult Marines that will clearly show their devotion to their particular chaos God, but will still very much so be identifiable as Night Lords.

The second project I am going to do is another Iron Warriors project. I got picked up the kit that has the CSM units from Shadowspear, so I am going to make almost all of those units into Iron Warriors, taking my second step towards making an Iron Warriors army to field with my World Eaters (I want enough of both so I can have them as detachments and make use of each of their legion traits). This will be a much easier project than the Night Lords KT, but don’t worry, I am going to do a fair bit more than just slapping on an IW paint scheme.

The third project I am going to do is making a 10 man khorne berzerker squad that is all in MKIII Iron Armor. This project is going to be a bit difficult because am going to repose every model, in addition to scaling them up to be the same size as the new CSM models. This project may take much more time start than I had planned because for some reason I cannot purchase the MKIII World eaters shoulder pads (or anything else) from ForgeWorld. I have no clue what the problem is, but all of their products show price, but when I click on them there is only a “Share” button but no purchase button. I have emailed their customer support though, so hopefully that will be resolved. in the mean time I will see if I can buy the shoulder pads somewhere else.

Well that is all for now! I will start posting updates on these projects as soon as my orders come in and I can start working on them!

Hiatus… Law School…

So I realize I sadly haven’t posted anything in freaking forever now, so I just wanted to explain why. I am not dead, out of the hobby or anything like that. I have started law school and as of now I simply don’t have any time for anything that isn’t class work. I’m hoping next semester will be easier, since i have heard from everyone that the first semester is always the worst. Hopefully I’ll be back soon!

Space Wolves Reiver Kill Team Commission: Freehand “Wolf Tattoo”

Intro

Before I begin, I want to give a little background, as well as a general walk through of the bare arm kitbash I did on this guy. The arm is just a WFB Chaos Marauder Horseman arm that I had in my bits box for my World Eaters. My friend who I’m doing the commission for has never done anything with miniatures before, so in order to get each model the way he wanted, with the parts he wanted I had him put the parts for each model in separate bags, and then I would clean them up, pose them, take pictures to see if he wanted changes to the pose, or bits placement and then pin and glue the parts in place. I was assembling them one bag at a time, and when I got to this guy I noticed my friend had only put in one arm for him. So rather than have to wait until we could meet up again and I could get the other arm, I ask him if I could put a bare arm on this guy, because I thought it would look really cool, and the Reivers right arm has a smaller sculpted shoulder pauldron on it that I had no way if replicating easily. I sent him blue sticky tack mock up, of the arm and he was happy with it. So I went ahead with it.

Attaching the arm

Here in these mock up pictures you can see that the arm is close, but definitely not a perfect fit. Once I new the position I wanted it on I got out my GW hand drill (honestly the best hobby tool purchased I have made, I can’t reccomend getting one enough!) And drilled into the arm and the torso to pin the should. There was also the problem of the hand that would hold the bolter by the trigger didn’t half a back to it, since the arm meant for it would have that part attached to it. So I took a space marine plasma gun with a hand sculpted on it, and cut out the hand so it would just be the armour plat covering the back of the hand. After some fitting to the bolt gun I glue it in place, drilled a hole in it, and pinned the arm to the hand.

Once all of that was dry filled in some of the gaps with greenstuff let that cure, and the clean it up. There as a pretty large gap between the shoulder and the torso, so I filled that in with GS and once it was dry enough that it wouldn’t deform I added more GS on top of that, and sculpted it onto the arm to blend in with the shoulder. The result (which I think looks great on the larger true scale bodies) was a much more muscular looking arm and bulkier shoulder. Side note, it’s amazing how just beefing up the shoulder makes the whole arm look bigger. Here you can see an example of size comparison

Painting the Freehand

I should point out that his is only the 3rd or 4th freehand design I have ever done, and it is by far the largest and most intricate freehand design I have ever attempted.

I knew I wanted to do a wolf on the arm that would be similar to depictions of Jormungdr in that it would wrap around the arm. That said I was pretty unclear on the design outside of that. My main resource I used was looking at this space wolf shoulder pad for aesthetic and motif

I did a rough concept sketch of the arm, and how the tattoo would look and wrap around the arm.

and then I got to painting it. I honestly can’t remember how long it took me to do this, but it was close to I think over 10 hours straight of painting (insomnia can be a boon or a burden). Ones I had gotten it all outlined and to the point were I would add details, clean up and thicken lines I called it called it a night. I wasn’t happy with how it was looking, so I figured I would sleep and look at it with fresh eyes.

When I came back the next day, I not only was not happy with how it was looking, but I HATED everything about it… literally everything! So I made the decision to scrap the entire thing and start completely from scratch! Good by 10+ hours of wasted time! Lol

So after repainting the entire arm I got this outlining done and again called it a day, after sending the picture of the old and new to my friend for his opinion.

With the new design, I did another, (VERY) rough concept sketch focusing on placement and positioning. For this new design I decided to go for a much more traditional look opposed to the more contemporary wolf motif of the space wolves. So I wanted to have a contrast of smooth curves and flowing lines with sharper edges and straight lines, so the design would look more like images found during the viking age.

I knew I was also going to put some runes on the tattoo, more specifically on the wolf itself so I then put outlined the mid section that would be a main focal point of the design. Essentially I was going for a look of it wrapping around the arm and the middle wrap being what would contain the runes.

As you can see I also added more details to the head, and that area.

The runes I chose are Elder Futhark runes, which are the most ancient Viking/Germanic runes dating back to the roman empire. The actual runes themselves that I pick are “Wunjo, Othalan, Laguz, and Fehu”, whose meanings are Joy, Nobility, Potentiality, and Wealth/Good fortune” respectively, together to spell “WOLF”.

Finished Tattoo

Space Wolves Reiver Kill Team Commission

showing progress on my current commission project

Here is some pictures of my current commission project I’m doing for a friend. So far assembly took forever since I checked everything with him as far as positioning and posing of each individual model before I glued them together. Unfortunately during assembly I discovered one of the models he gave me to make and paint had only one arm, and then another had no arms at all. The one armed one wasn’t much of a problem as I kitbashed it to give him a bare arm, sculpted some bulk to the shoulder to make it fit, and added a gauntleted hand and it was fixed. Mr. Armless though I will have to wait to finish until I can get the arms for him. So here are the mock up pictures I sent him, and the assembled four Reivers that I have primed and slapped some base coats on.

I have to say, I really hated dealing this this guy… My friend put the parts he wanted on each model on ziplock bags and I then assembled what was in said bags for each unit. Well I quickly discovered that the body that was in the bag was not intended to ever have the arm reaching across to draw the combat knife from the scabbard on it. So I ended up doing quite a bit of altering on this guy to get to a relatively satisfactory result. I realised the left arm was going to have to stick out a fair bit and not set level on the torso, so I shaved the outside of the shoulder down a good bit so when I filled the gap that I knew would be there, the shoulder pad would be in the correct anatomical position and would largely cover the greenstuff contacting the arm to the torso. You can also see below that I pinned the arm as well for extra stability. As for where the scabbard connects to the leg, the angle was all wrong, so I have to shave down the part on the scabbard made to attach onto of the pouches on the leg, and then sculpted a larger pouch to cover this area and blend where I had to cut the edges of the afformention part down. Now here is the kicker that made me feel like a complete idiot after the fact… After browsing pictures of Reivers online to see where the scabbard should attach I noticed that one of the bodies (reiver models have the torsos and legs specific for each one) was actually angled to accommodate the scabbard unlike the body my friend had put in the bag. It was only later that night while laying in bed that a light bulb went of in my head that made me feel (rightfully so) like a complete idiot. My friend just put the parts in each bag without knowing how they would look assembled, so all I would have had to of done was find the body meant to accommodate the scabbard and switch it for use with this guy (the squad leader). Then I could have completely avoided the need to cut, fit and sculpt to make this stupid arm work on body… oh well though hindsight is 20/20 after all.

This guy has an awesome pose, but as far as structural integrity goes, I think Games-workshop really fouled up with him if they expect inexperienced hobbyists to build him. The only point of contact of the model with the base is the tip of his toes as you can see in the picture above. So I decided that rather than make my friends life a nightmare with having to constantly by re-glueing him to his base I would just go ahead and pin him.

I have a ton of work that that still needs to be done on these guys, but all and all I think they are coming along pretty good. I am very pleased with how the bare arm turned out, but I admit I could have taken a little more time on it to fine tune it some more. Bit my friend won’t care he just wants the models done so I don’t have to be quite as fanatically OCD with the modeling as I would for a commission from anyone but a friend lol. But he gave me lax standards and made it clear that he doesn’t want me to take to long with micro details so this won’t be to difficult thankfully haha.

Shadowspear Unbound!

Exclusive News regarding the future of the Shadowspear models

So Friday some friends and I went to Warhammer (New Games-workshop rebranded store name). One thing led to another and I asked if they had Shadowspear. He said no, but we got to talking and I mentioned how I hated that they had those awesome new models that you could only get in that box, which few stores had and was always selling out online. I said how I was really upset that GW didn’t just sell those models separately rather than doing it like the Dark Vengeance chosen models and heavy cultist.

And that is when he let is slip. He said I didn’t here it from him (which is why I am not naming him or the store location… though reading my other post it’s not hard to determine the location lol) but Games-workshop is in fact going to be selling the individual models such as the Venom Crawler, Obliterators and yes the Greater possed

This also means that for you loyalist scum you will likely be able to buy the Primaris Vanguard Marines as separate units as well

All of this is set to be released he said, some time in July, likely mid July. So if you are in the same boat as me and have been wanting the awesome chaos (or loyalist) units in Shadowspear bit didnt want their counterparts, or to cough up that much money, you are in luck!

Update and Questions

So the terrain showcase is going to have to wait for two reasons. One the spray adhesive can I got was a dud, so I cant finish flocking the trees. And two I have just gotten a commission from a friend to paint his space wolves reivers Kill Team. And on that note I have some questions to ask that I would very much appreciate advice on.

How Much is Too Much or Too Little?

So he is going to pay me for the work, but I am not sure how much to charge him. So here are some details of the commission.

He bought 3 of the paints needed for the blue armor, and anything else I need I will use of my paints. Also I will be doing all of the assembly and priming of the models as well.

What I am Thinking

There are five (5) models and I am thinking of charging him $5-$10 per model ($10 per model roughly equates to $2.50 an hour). We have not discussed prices at all he just said he would pay. So am I high balling or low balling the price? I dont want to charge him more than the models cost to paint them, but I also dont want to get ripped off on the labor/pay ratio. For anyone who has taken or paid for commission I would be very grateful for you advice.