Oki doki, I promised myself that I wouldn't start a P&M blog on these guys until I had at least half the squad done, but you know how it goes... Truth be told I need to show a certain Nerd what we've been talking about over
PM, and this is the only way of getting the pics out!
So don't mind me...
Hey! Guess what! Kitch got himself a Dark Vengeance courtesy of the wonderful and beautiful Mrs Kitch! And those models are
the gak (that's a good thing, in case you're confused. The idea is that I can use the Dark Angels in my Sons of Orar & Sons of Dorn project(s), and just have the Chaos on the side for a bit of fun. So I started casting about for a Legion to paint them up as, originally thinking Death Guard, then swinging to Emperors Children, before ending happily of the Alpha Legion, having had help and support from the Dakka Community whilst making the decision. I've not painted any of these yet, though you'll see a picture below that I've taken from
WD as inspiration for how I'll paint them up when I get to them. First stop was the Cultists. Let's face it, it just had to be didn't it?
Thing is, Kitch needs a back story before he starts painting. It helps him (sorry, enough 3rd person)... me to get even more pumped about a new project, and really helps bring them to life for me. I knew from the off that this would be a mostly Cultist force; I'll have enough
PA from my loyalist guys so I didn't want to do the same but with spiky bitz and in a different colour... so after a good hard think I settled on one thing, I had to use the colour orange on my Cultists so I settled on...
*Narrator* - Vitraxa Prime. It's a prison planet, and a bitch of one at that. A dirty, dark, back water gak hole that no one gives a rats ass about, even it's nearest star keeps a distance. Those found guilty of crimes against the Imperium... at least the ones that aren't quite severe enough to warrant the death penalty... are brought here to toil their lives away in servitude to that vain bastard of an Emperor. fething corpse. Here, the prisoners core the planet for all of its raw materials, and stamp out rough and ready nick nacks to be sent to the front line. Pfft. Nothing fun though. No guns. Who the hell'd give a prisoner a gun? Nah, we have the joy of making flasks. Frickin' flasks!! We work in the mines. We work at smelters. All we get in return in the lash and the scummiest gruel you can imagine. You'd consider drinking your own piss instead of the water here. Hell, I'd take 5 lashes just for a cup of your piss if it meant I didn't have the consume this gak...
The guards here are scum. Worse than us. Me? I was busted for stealing some cheap old do-dad from the Ecclesiarchy. The guards though... ha... just plain straight up murderers. How the hell does that work huh? There's hundreds of us here though, and not so many of them. The word is, one of the boys, Omicron I think he's called, has been dream speaking or something. Someone, or something, I dunno, has told him that there are those out there waiting for us to bust out of this hell whole, to kill the guards and take this place for ourselves, then someone'd knock on the door with a key to nice long sweet salvation. Sounds like crap if you ask me. But that crap sounds better than this crap, it ain't apples for apples, so I'll keep me ears wide open for anything else that's said on that and when the break out comes... ha... you can bet your ass I'm on the first train outta here...
*Kitch again* - I frickin' love writing back stories. I have work tomorrow, but that's not stopping me from wanting to spend the next 6 hours at my paint station! Common sense is though
So here are some
WIP's of what I'm working on, and the pictures for the
AL scheme that I'll be using (credit to Duncan Rhodes and Chris Peach) when I get to those guys
