Project Update: Necromunda

Greetings all,

 

As always it’s been busy, however I have made it back online and I do have some cool stuff to throw out in to the aether. Today is just a couple pictures of my Goliath gang. On that note, wow Necromunda right, hell yes. My resolution this year is to take this online malarkey more seriously, I won’t bore you with empty promises now, however, hopefully over the next few months I will have some ace new content for you all.

 

Right now, some robustly heterosexual Goliaths (to coin the phrase from 1d4chan).

 

Goliath Necromunda Inq28

Easily my favourite of the two, so much so I feel I need to redo some elements of the dude below.

 

Goliath Necromunda Inq28

I think it’s the gold and yellow trim on the trousers, I feel metal trim and white works better.

 

That’ll do for now.

 

Take care all and have a great one.

 

Ed

I Suffer Not the Heretic: A Warhammer 40’000 Short Story

Greetings all,

This has been ready for absolutely ages and by ready I mean I cannot bring myself to look at it anymore. The link below, I Suffer Not the Heretic (I know, not the most original title), is a ten thousand word short story. It has everything, a beginning, middle and even an ending. Though of course the plot door is always left somewhat ajar. So please, have a read, download and feel free to throw some feedback my way and with any luck enjoy.

I Suffer Not the Heretic by E J Henries

Cheers all, have an ace one.

Ed

A Quick Update – Heresy!

Evening all,

As always it’s been too long. I have been up to no good hobbying. I’ve just done little in the way of letting you, my world, know about it.

Inq28 has taken a serious backseat of late, for now, these chaps…

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I’ve mentioned a few times that I have been spending far too much of my time assembling a heresy army. My Night Lords are finally almost fully assembled and I’ve even started painting them. So, glutton for punishment I am, I’m also going to have a small(ish) Shattered Legion force. Mainly because I love the pre-heresy World Eater and Emperor’s Children colour schemes, so I painted a couple test models and I’m pleased with how they came out.

Scribbling Words

However, I’ve not been idle, I thoroughly enjoyed writing my last article which included a micro Grey Knight narrative. I then let myself get carried away; I’ve seen it through, tidied it up and now have an 8000 word short story to share with you all! Well, I say now, that’s not entirely true. Although the short story is ready for upload as a full PDF (I figure it’s far too long as a post on it’s own), I have no intention of cramming narrative down your collective bandwidth, at least not without some pictures to go with it. After all fan fiction is not for everyone. So, I shall try and put the Heresy aside for a week (which will be hard, as I have some gorgeous Phoenix Guard models to assemble) and I’ll get a few Inq28 models painted up for your viewing pleasure, so the story has something to go with!

That’s all for now, cheers for dropping by.

Have an ace one all.

Ed

 

 

A Grey Knight True-Scaler – Done!

Afternoon all,

I managed to get one of my true-scale Grey Knight models painted up a while back and I have just finished a micro story for it. The story is a tad longer than normal, so I shan’t ramble on now.

Insta Grey Knight

The city night danced with luminescent colours, an incandescent circus of midnight hues writhed in the sky above a burning landscape. A roaring creature of fire atop a huge brass steed charged headlong, its hoofs pounded the ground leaving a trail of scorched earth. In its wake followed three more of its burning brethren. Each warped humanoid atop their brass steed carried swords that writhed in fire.

+ Brothers, brace yourselves + Justicar Bainon’s words resonated in the minds of the squad. + We must give the Inquisitor more time +

Aygar clutched his halberd all the tighter, he fired a salvo of shots from his wrist mounted Stormbolter. The sanctified bolter rounds struck their targets and as they did so, the reactive cores detonated. The rest of the strike squad opened fire. Smoke and hellfire swirled around the still charging steeds, unharmed by the thunderous torrent of shots.

The Daemon leading the charge opened its fanged maw, a purple tongue whipped out to lick its canines. It turned to its lesser brethren and began spewing forth syllables that no mortal could utter. Dark flames whipped around the Daemons, each cursed word their leader uttered stoked the fire of their hate further and further.

“Bah’ra’ahash Nar’thay’arr’na’karr” it roared. Turning forward to look at the strike squad once more, it bellowed as the gap between them lessened to mere feet.

Aygar felt a mixture of revulsion and unbridled hate well up within him. The haft of his halberd crackled, as blue lighting ran up it to the point of the blade.

+ Now brothers, ignite your fury + Bainon’s calm words echoed through the squad, they unified their minds. Bainon’s Nemesis Daemon Hammer ignited first in coruscating blue lightning. Then Graia’s Sword shone with a furious light. Each brother’s weapon lit up with potent psychic energy. Lightning danced off the end of Aygar’s blade scorching the ground. The air around Aygar began to mist, as frost spread from his ceramite clad boots along the broken rubble of the ground.

+ Control yourself + Bainon said.

The Juggernaught riding Daemons struck their lines, colossal beasts built of hellfire and brass smashed in to the squad. Graia leapt forward to defend Vazar, as his brother was slamming a fresh promethium canister in to the loading chamber of his Incinerator. The leader of the pack hacked and slashed with his flaming sword; each time Graia’s blade found a way to parry him, he moved in a blurred figure of eight seeking an opening in his assailant’s assault.

Aygar charged forward to assist him; sharp pain lanced through his side as one of the huge beast’s jolted forward head first, knocking him from his feet. Aygar landed on his back and pushed with his feet to roll with the momentum. Halberd in one hand and the other on the ground he shot forward off the floor in to a sprint.

I have to cut this one down to help Graia.

Chopping forward with his halberd, the brass Juggernaught reared up on to its hind legs and crashed down forward. Aygar lanced upward using the point of his weapon as a speat, focussing his will into the tip of the weapon. The blade pierced the Juggernaught beneath its armoured maw. The beast’s body trembled violently then toppled; its rider leapt from it, toward Graia.

+ Look out! + Aygar screamed in to his mind.

Still battling the largest of the pack, Graia turned as the dismounted daemon jumped upon him. It hacked with its sword while clinging to his armour. The pack leader urged its mount forward, trampling them both.

The line of brothers broke apart in to desperate fights; Graia lay on the floor, unmoving in cracked armour. The dismounted Daemon dissipating into smoke next to him. Vazar had his back to the wall of the Manufactorum, streams of sanctified promethium issuing from his Incinerator, keeping one of the pack from entering through the huge doors. Bainon moved to engage the rampaging leader; swinging his Nemesis Daemon Hammer while intoning litanies of faith, his words burned at the daemons flesh.

+ Aygar, Falkarn, take down the other rider. I will deal with their leader and then assist Vazar +

Falkarn reacted first, he surged forward engaging the Daemon and its mount.

+ But Vazar needs assistance, I must aid him + Aygar said.

+ Vazar is more than capable, now do as your Justicar commands + Bainon replied. His tone brokered no argument. Aygar ran to assist Falkarn who was already fighting the mounted Daemon with his stave. Each blow rang true but even with the psychic will of the squad behind it, the Daemon kept fighting on. Its Hellblade flashed down in a brutal arc; catching Falkarn between pauldron and neck, he screamed out loud, as hellfire rippled through his torn neck muscles. Aygar ran in and parried the Daemon’s blade away. Falkarn staggered back. The Juggernaught stomped forward, lowering its armoured head close to the ground. It charged at Aygar, swiftly raising its head as it collided in to him. The bladed helm smashed Aygar from his feet, sending him several feet in to the air. He plummeted to the ground, something in his leg snapped. Chemical injectors pumped fresh adrenal stimulants in to his system, dulling the pain. Falkarn, leaning on his stave fired a volley of bolter shells at the beasts flank. The rider screamed in its tainted language and pointed its fiery blade at Aygar but the Juggernaught beneath it turned to charge Falkarn.

+ Brother no! +

Falkarn staggered to one side but the bulk of the Daemonic steed hit him head on. The armour of his chest buckled and cracked. It sent him sailing backwards, Falkarn’s limp form hit the ground and rolled to a stop near the unmoving form of Graia.

+ Inquisitor, whatever you are doing get on with it! + Aygar plunged his will through the thick rockcrete walls of the Manufactorum.

“Stay out of my head Astartes. It’s difficult enough to concentrate as it is” the Inquisitor replied over the vox.

The mounted Daemon turned from Falkarn, its baleful eyes glowing with hate. Steam issued from the Juggernaught’s maw, its hoofs began to pound the ground as it charged headlong toward Aygar. He focussed his will, levelling his halberd in to a defensive stance. The daemon atop its mount charged at him but mere feet away the rider let out a guttural scream. Its Juggernaught’s front legs buckled and its armoured head ploughed in to the ground, sending the daemonic rider careening in to the air. Still screaming, its red skin burned bright, scorched and turned black as charcoal. It hit the ground and shattered in to ash. Aygar stared at the Juggernaught as it too broke down in front of him. It tried to rear up but its legs shattered beneath it. The colossal beast melted in to the ground. Aygar stared for a moment, then looked over to Bainon. The shine of his grey armour was streaked with scorch marks, bent and buckled in places. His chest plate rose and fell with heavy breathing, gauntleted fingers held the smoking Daemon Hammer at his side. The dissipating corpses of the pack leader and the last Juggernaught lay in front of him. Vazar stood by him, white hot streams of promethium issued forth as he burned the remains of the Daemons.

“We were fortunate, there was little tethering this pack to the realm of man. Tend to your brothers. I shall see if the Inquisitor’s interrogation has been successful” Bainon said.

One of the large Manufactorum doors creaked open on old hinges. Interrogator Calvariam stood at its threshold, the sleeves of his long coat rolled up to reveal bloodied hands.

“I can answer that one for you. Our acquisition sang like a bird” his skull mask seemed to sneer in the light; “it just took a bit of persuasion” he shrugged. Blood still dripped from his fingers. He lent down and wiped them on a patch of dried grass.

“Then we know who is behind this?” it was Vazar that spoke, as he administered care to their wounded brothers.

“As we suspected, a rogue psyker has been plying his trade. Some idiotic gang hired him to take out a rival. It seems the psyker is now being worshipped by the Galfrane mining crew, Emperor knows why, they’re a few clicks north of here. The Inquisitor wants to move on their position straight away.”

Bainon looked at Vazar.

“There wounds are grievous, but I believe they will both survive” Vazar said.

“Have Mithris bring the Stormraven in to extract our wounded brothers. Calvariam, we can have him fly us to the Galfrane mine.” Bainon said.

“No need” as Calvariam spoke a Chimera tank, the ubiquitous armoured transport of the Imperial Guard bedecked in the iconography of the Inquisiton, trundled in to view. “Garrick and the others have been called in, care to join?” Local militia had at some point appeared to quell the blazing habitat nearby. The flames spluttered casting a grim shadow over Calvariam’s skull mask.

“Let us take the fight to our enemy then.” Bainon looked to the Chimera. “The Emperor’s work is to be done.” he said.

Aygar looked up as their Stormraven soared in to view. They would see their wounded brothers on board and then this rogue psyker and his twisted cult would pay for their heresy. He looked over at the militia and wondered what would become of the innocent survivors that had witnessed the taint of Chaos. The Inquisitor did not seem like a man to tolerate loose ends.

As I mentioned a while back; of all the true-scalers I’ve put together the Grey Knights are the easiest. The GK terminator components do the majority of the work for you and with my method you preserve the majority of the original detail.

I’ve done a shed load of work on getting my Heresy Night Lords playable. So I’m by no means sworn to true-scale but for Inq28, it’s pretty sweet when your marine towers over a human!

Ha! Just realised not a single picture shows the lighting on the force weapon. Oh well, next time 😛

Right, time for me to do some serious catch up on my reader.

Have an ace one all.

Ed

 

Inquisitor, Stuff and a Deathwatch True-Scale Marine WIP

Evening all,

Things have been a bit mental recently, so the hobby has once more taken a back seat. As such, this is just a quick update on some work in progress. The Inquisitor warband is still a main priority, the whispers of Chaos are never far and I’ve been convinced (it didn’t take much) to do a Heresy Night Lords army.

Here are some of the models that I’ve been working on over the past week or so; some are glued, others are white tacked and comments are welcome.


  
  
  
  

  

I plan on picking up Deathwatch next week as the gene cult models look immense. The Deathwatch models are pretty cool, but as I started my true-scale versions ages ago the new plastics will likely be harvested for components. I may do a feature, it really depends on time.

Have an ace week all.

Ed

Inquisimunda: Booker – A Step Forward Ch.2

Afternoon all,

A little later than expected (shocker), here’s the next model with a micro narrative for my main Inquisitor warband. The first part can be found here. The narrative will tell a short story but my aim is to make each piece stand alone as a snapshot of the character. 

 

Clumsy hands wrestled with the door. His head thumped against the thick steel. 

‘Out’, thump;’out’, thump; he would lurch forward, letting his thick skull lead the way to freedom. Yet the door stood cool and unyielding.

‘Out!’, thump. He left his head resting against the thick door. 

‘Puh, Puh, puh-lease?’ His hollow plea echoed inside the sparse cell.

‘Booker?’ The metal woman’s voice sang through the room. His head jerked away from the door.

‘Time to go Booker. You’ll behave this time?’

He stared upwards, a glazed look plastered across his features. He answered without knowing whether the metal woman would hear him. ‘I, I good’. Gormless features twitched with hope. 

‘Heads up display now active’, Booker’s gaze swung left to right looking in his cell for the metal woman. 

‘Booker, follow the the =][=’ her voice was calm, reassuring yet firm.

He continued to turn till he stood facing the door once more, letting out a grunt ‘out’. 

‘Yes Booker, out, and there will be plenty more to thump than just a door’.

The corner of his mouth reared up, locking in an ungodly grin.

‘Look after Cal and take care you big lug’.

   

   
I enjoyed putting Booker together, he’s pretty much stock built but I did green stuff his neck to alter the way the head sat. I also repositioned the left leg, however I need to clean the joint up. Despite posting him up I actually plan on doing some more work on him. The skin needs a wash and re-highlighting and the =][= tattoo needs blending in, it was supposed to look like the skin was raw but it’s a bit too obvious at the moment. Overall I’m fairly pleased and I’m happy to move on to the next model of the warband. Thoughts are always welcome.

Cheers for reading, have an ace one.

Ed

WIP: Inq28 – Sort Of

Good day all,

The next painted model for the warband will be up next weekend, along with his short story. He’s basically done but I need to give him a bit more work. Until then, I thought I would post a few models that I finished converting a little while back. I’ve altered the way I post WIP pictures. I think the shots I took of the models on the project box looked a bit naff, any thoughts on this are welcome (although I know it’s not the most thrilling of subject matters).

The squad leader of the =][= Alpha Legion Scions.

  
   

Which traitor colour scheme will he have?

  
 

Drummond, head of the household guard for a small Navis Nobilite House.

  
  

I normally stick to GW components however the legs are from Victoria Miniatures, an excellent Australia based company.

  

I sidelined my true-scale Deathwatch project some time ago but here’s the Dark Angel from the squad.

  

Here’s a scale comparison shot of the marine, it’s a lot darker than I intended as the marine is undercoated.

 
Right, well that’s it for now. I hope you’ve enjoyed the post and had a great weekend.

Cheers all, have an ace one.

Ed