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2012/06/02 01:20:09
Subject: Khorne's Eternal Hunt - The World Eaters 4th assault company
Fantastic work brother! Great use of the Ogre standard. And looking at the voxcaster I think you're telling me little lies saying you can't convert fiddly things! Love the work on his facevox. As for the Ogryns you'll be able to make that a unit of five soon enough. It seems we are scarily in tune lol!
@Biohazard: Well, we're members of the same legion after all, so what do you expect? Regarding the Voxcaster-traitor: That really wasn't that fiddly to begin with, you know
@whalemusic360: You've got it the wrong way around, mate. Think guard parts on an Ork vehicle and you're a bit closer to the mark. But I've said too much already...
A Kvlt Ghost wrote: I like this - always good to see those old external cables - but why does it have an ejection port?
Well, the ejection port is there because I paid zero attention to the actual technical function of the weapon. Thanks for making me look bad
Seriously, though: Concerning the horns, I honestly couldn't tell you what bit I cut them off. They came from some Chaos bit or other, since those always have massive amounts of spikes and horns to spare There was no Greenstuff involved, though: I just cut them off something and glued them straight to a regular CSM head. I positioned them at slightly different angles, so it would look more like some kind of random mutation. But it was a fairly simple thing with zero GS (or skill) involved
a couple of news -- although I have to warn you that this update will be rather short on the actual painting and modelling front
First of all, I decided on a name for my Chaos Dread! Thanks to all those who submitted a suggestion! Lots of awesome ideas, and you can rest assured that I'll be using most of these for one of my models at some point That said, there is a winner: Congratulations to Squigsquasher for his entry! My Dread will be called Khoron the Undying (just added an "h" to his suggestion). Huzzah!
I used my freshly named Dread in a campaign game against cousin Andy at the FLGS. You'll see in a minute how that went - in case you're interested, that is. I'll just be putting the actual battle report in spoiler tags, so those who don't give a hoot are free to ignore it The battle gave me a great excuse to write some more fluff about the 4th assault company, so here it is: After having lost the Eldar artifact called "The Hammer of Vaul" to an alliance of Craftworlders and their dark kin, Huntmaster Charun is eager for revenge:
The sky was iron grey. The coming storm painted the lush green plains in an evil green, its hue almost neon. Memnar and Bruul were standing at the front of the World Eaters’ force, looking down into the valley basin that would form the stage for today’s battle.
“Almost like an arena, eh brother?” Bruul asked.
“Aye, and we know well how to fight in those.” Memnar looked at the sky: “This weather is ill news, though. It’ll be a downpour before long”
“Don’t tell me a Huntsman of the 4th is afraid of a few drops?”
“Visibility will be poor. The ground will turn into mud. But the water is the least of our concerns, to be sure.” Memnar pointed at the advancing enemy force, visible to the south: “Something is different.”
Bruul nodded. This was not what they had expected. The Xenos were advancing, seemingly to meet the World Eaters head on. This was uncommon. And their lines seemed different too. Instead of fast skimmers and the lithe forms of the Eldar warriors, they could make out huge, misshapen creatures, like nightmares become flesh.
Suddenly thunder growled in the distance and jagged lightning danced across the sky. The first drops of rain were quick to follow.
“It begins.”
Suddenly, there was some unrest among the legionnaires at their back. Bruul and Memnar turned around to see Lord Charun marching through the ranks and appearing at the front line. There was murder in his eyes.
“Hunters of the 4th assault company”, he roared, “we march into battle today to reclaim our pride.”
“He must mean his own pride”, Bruul muttered under his breath. “I don’t recall losing mine.”
“It seems the enemy wants to meet us head on”, Charun continued. “By all means, let us grant their wish! No one can hope to defeat the World Eaters at close quarters!”
A cheer went up around them, but Bruul and Memnar just looked at each other knowingly. It was happening again.
The rain had intensified, battering down in huge sheets of water now. Memnar cleared his throat and spoke up:
“My lord, these Xenos are devious. It seems strange that they would move to meet us in the open. Something is amiss here. Maybe we should…”
His voice faltered when Charun turned to face him. In three short steps, he had reached Memnar. Charun’s teeth were bared, and there was something horrifyingly feral in the Huntmaster’s eyes.
“Stand down, Hunter!”, he hissed, “Stand down or stand back! Either way, I will have my hunt. I will have my revenge. Be careful, lest you end up as the first kill this day.”
Memnar stared back for a moment, then bowed his head. “I did not mean to presume, my lord. Lead the way.”
Charun’s eyes were slits now. “I shall, hunter. Khorne knows I shall.” He marched past Memnar to the front of the lines.
Charun drew his nightmare weapon. Its azure glow bathing him in a ghostly glare. The rain was falling heavily now, but it instantly evaporated where it hit the daemonsword’s blade.
“Looks like there are two daemons on the battlefield this day.” Bruul muttered.
“Aye, and it’s the unbound one that scares me.” Memnar gazed at Charun for a moment longer. Then he put on his helmet. “Take care brother, lest you become the prey.”
“And you.” Bruul answered. Their respective squads fell into formation behind them.
“Harriers, with me!”, Charun roared, “Hunters, show the enemy no mercy. Give no quarter. TEAR. THEM. APART!”
The actual battle report starts here:
Spoiler:
If only it had been that easy… But I am getting ahead of myself! So first things first: Let me start with a warning, perhaps: This post will be rather wordy, so if you like your blogging brief and succinct, you might be better served elsewhere.
With that out of the way, let’s take a look at the next game in our ongoing campaign for the fate of the Haestia system. This time, it was cousin Andy’s Dark Eldar against my World Eaters again. We played at 1.000 points per side and, very true to the piece of background above, decided on annihilation as the mission type.
1000 points were admittedly a bit of a tight fit for me, but I managed to take along two squads of eight Berzerkers in Rhinos, one fully kitted out squad of eight Raptors, one Chaos Dreadnought for heavy fire support and, of course, Lord Charun who would join the Raptors.
Cousin Andy’s army was a combination of fast and deadly (the usual fast skimmers with a dash of firepower) and slow and deadly (two Chronoi and a squad of Grotestques, the latter one accompanied by Urien Rakarth). His troop choices were a rather small unit of Kabalite warriors and a bigger unit of Wracks. Also, we once again had the opportunity of using the FLGS’s amazing terrain:
After deploying our troops, we rolled for first turn and cousin Andy came out on top. Things didn’t get too ugly for me (yet), though: His attempts to destroy my Rhinos failed, and he spent most time maneuvring his models through the narrow space between two ruins.
When my turn came up, I was still a little unsure about how to proceed: My Rhinos moved towards the enemy at full speed, of course, but my Raptors were in a bit of a fix: Everything they could have hurt was hidden away in transports, while everything that wasn’t in transport looked like bad news. In true World Eaters fashion, I didn’t think things through and advanced on the Grotesques, hoping to rough them up a bit during the shooting phase. On the right flank, my Dread missed to hurt anything with his Autocannon, but at least he didn’t flip out and shoot at my own people.
When cousin Andy’s turn came up, things started to get rather unpleasant for me: Following the law of nature that the most recently painted model will always be taken out of the game first, Khoron the Undying was instantly destroyed when cousin Andy’s Ravager took a pot shot at him. “The Undying” indeed…
One of my Rhinos was immobilised, leaving the Berzerkers riding in it stranded pretty far away from where they actually needed to be. On the right flank, my other squad of Berzerkers was approached by the skimmer carrying the Wracks: this looked like a nice occasion for combat, so I decided to disembark the squad and prepare for battle.
My Raptors and Andy’s Grotesques soon found themselves locked in combat. At last, the workface of battle! But even though my brave World Eaters dished out quite a lot of damage, the Grotesques just rolled with the punches: not really a surprise at three wounds per model. Cousin Andy also had all kinds of evil gadgets in place to neutralise my attacks. At least the Grotesques didn’t do that much damage, but the overall result was still a little underwhelming, to say the least.
Things did pick up a bit in my next turn, when the Berzerkers on the left flank managed to immobilise and stun Andy’s venom. And while the combat between Charun’s Raptors and the Grotesques continued to be a rather grueling affair, the World Eaters actually managed to cause enough damage for the monsters to run away. Keep in mind, though, that none of them had yet been killed by my valiant legionnaires…
On the right flank, things also didn’t look all that promising, because the Wracks turned out to be quite a damage sponge as well.
When it was cousin Andy’s turn again, things really began to go south for me: On the left flank, a Chronos attacked my Berzerker squad, showering them with all kinds of corrosive liquids. Let me tell you this: Template weapons can be very bad news…
In the center, the Grotesques had managed to pull themselves together once more, so the battle continued. And my once proud Raptor squad started to melt away like a snowball on a particularly warm day in hell. Things didn’t look any better on my right, with the Wracks slowly chewing through my second Berzerker squad.
All of this wasn’t helped by the fact that I played with the strategic farsight of a chimpanzee on fire, making all kinds of tactical blunders and stupid decisions. This game was coming to an end, and it was not going to be a happy one…
The top of turn three saw my army completely annihilated — not a single model was left. One of my Rhinos and a lone Skull Champion had been the last to go, vapourised by shots from Andy’s Ravager and a bazillion of shots from the Kabalite Warriors, respectively.
The day was lost. And probably in the worst possible way. To add insult to injury, let me just show you the models I actually did manage to take out. Take a look:
I managed to take out TWO models all in all. I had also done all kinds of damage to cousin Andy’s vehicles and dealt a ton of damage to his grotesques, but in the end, those two up there were actually all I actually managed to kill. Quite an achievement for an army that’s supposedly great in close quarters combat…
I have to give it to cousin Andy though: He managed to be quite a gentleman about it. Mabe he was a little too gleeful for my taste when rolling about 25 dice to shoot at my last man standing, but I won’t hold it against him.
Without a doubt, I had been pounded into the ground. The World Eaters had lost a hex on the campaign map. Unfortunately, this also meant that I would have 50 points less to buy equipment during the next phase of our campaign. But for the time being, this was far outweighed by the feeling of utter defeat…
For those of you not interested in battle reports, here is the short version: I was pounded into the ground. It was horrible With the battle soundly lost, it looks like Huntmaster Charun has a lot to answer for. Here's my fluff for the aftermath of the battle:
The spaceport’s tactical control center had been converted to serve as the 4th assault company’s command post for the Haestia campaign. A projection of the Mardias subcontinent was hanging in the middle of the room, casting a sickly green light on the attendees. The Huntmasters and their commanding officers were standing around in loose groups, conversing in hushed voices as they waited for Lord Lorimar.
Bardolf looked around. The amount of officers was astonishing. It seemed that much of the company had been assembled by now. The campaign was proving to be a challenge, but the World Eaters would rise to it.
“It has been some time, Bardolf.”
The voice was impossibly deep and metallic. Like it came from an iron grave. In a way, it did. Bardolf turned around to face Khoron the Undying. The Dreadnought’s huge frame was imposing, even for a warrior of the fourth. Bardolf had to look up to direct his gaze at the face Khoron had been wearing for the last millennia: a brass mask, wrought in the shape of a skull. Bardolf bowed his head respectfully.
“Well met, older brother. Indeed, it has been too long.” He looked up again. “I did not realise that you had made planetfall already.”
Khoron laughed. The sound recalled sheets of metal grinding against each other. A strange sound for a Dreadnought. Khoron took a step forward and Bardolf could see fresh damage on his armoured form. “Oh, I have been here for a while. As a matter of fact, I was quite honoured to accompany our brother Charun on his latest …sortie.”
“And quite a sortie it was”, came a new voice. Bardolf turned around to face the new arrival. It belonged to Hokar, Lorimar’s Master of the Guard. His Terminator armour was exquisitely crafted, forming a cowl in the shape of a snarling skull that cast a shadow over his pale features. His expression was utterly inscrutable. Nothing new there.
“I salute you, hunter”, Bardolf addressed him, “I thought you were campaigning in the Diammar sector.”
Hokar’s eyes were like shards of volcanic glass. “Indeed I was. But your inability to keep our brother Charun in check managed to end my hunt somewhat…prematurely. Or did you think our Lord Lorimar brought the majority of the company here for a spot of hiking?”
Bardolf let the slight pass without comment. “What of the first hunter?”
Hokar let out a sigh: “Skarn is hunting to the south. He has set his sights on the secondary Hive.”
Bardolf shook his head: “There is nothing there. The Hive has become a necropolis.”
“Then he shall find enough skulls at least.”, came a booming voice. Deracin joined them, the bionic implants that covered his scarred head glinting in the green half-light.
Bardolf looked at the Keeper of the Forge: “I am glad to see you are well, brother.”
Deracin guffawed: “I was a lot better when you didn’t get my Daemon Engines all shot up, Bardolf. See if I grant you any heavy fire support again.” But there was a glint of humour in his eyes.
Bardolf indulged him: “Grant it to Skarn, then. Maybe he has need of firepower, conquering that boneyard.”
“First hunter Skarn is scouting out the enemies’ defense at my behest.” The voice was not loud, but commanded instant attention.
Nobody knelt when Lorimar entered. To kneel was to be a slave, and no member of the World Eaters legion would ever be a slave again. At least, not to any mortal. But the Huntmasters bowed their heads in unison as their lord marched to the center of the cavernous chamber. His personal guard spread out around him in a wide circle, their only sound the soft scraping of their heavy armour.
“I salute you, hunters.”
Hokar addressed him: “We welcome you, Master of the Hunt. The council is assembled.”
Lorimar looked at each of them in turn. “I have called you here to discuss our strategy. This hunt has proven to be more challenging than we expected.”
“Aye, the hunters in charge do seem rather …challenged to me”, Deracin smirked. Bardolf noticed Charun in the distance, his face twisting into a sneer. He shot a sideways glance at Deracin and stepped forward.
“The Eldar have been a resourceful opponent thus far. We have begun to suspect that they are guarding something very important to their race. Some kind of artifact. This is the fulcrum on which their morale is turning. Take the artifact, and you break their resistance.” He glanced at Charun: “Unfortunately, a number of dubious tactical decisions have seen us defeated time and again, and the artifact has eluded us. We were rash where we should have been more cautious.”
Charun stepped forward as well, staring at Bardolf: “Your overcautious ways ill befit an officer of the XIIth Astartes legion, brother”
“As does your stupidity”, Bardolf replied.
“Since when is it stupid to do battle? It is what we live for!”
Bardolf felt his anger rising. “It is always foolish to pick battles you cannot hope to win. If you continue, your rope will have more black twists than red ‘ere long. Can you not feel it, Charun? The dirt of Mardias in your wounds, chafing against the inside of your armour?”
“The loss of the artifact was not my fault. The Eldar used vile sorcery.”
“Indeed”, Deracin growled, “whoever could have suspected that the Eldar would stoop so low as to use witchraft?” That earned him a number of low chuckles. Before Charun could turn to face him, Huntmaster Bafram spoke up:
“It seems that we should be sorry for actually doing battle instead of only sitting within our walls now. If so, I may have to go around making excuses to my prey before long, eh Bardolf?” There was a murmur of consenting voices, and Bardolf felt himself growing tense. Charun may have been a madman, but he was not without support within the company. Bardolf spoke again:
“We are hunters, not beasts. What we hunt, we take down. That is our way. It has always been our way. What of a hunter who forgets that, I ask? Can he be called a hunter at all? Or has he become something different?”
There was something dangerous in Charun’s voice when he answered, something barely restrained: “You want to lecture me on hunting, Bardolf? Don’t make a fool of yourself! I have been hunting, while you were safe behind the walls of Antilia.
“All that you have been hunting are ghosts! Instead, you should have exercised some caution”
“Your caution could be considered cowardice.”
“And your recklessness could be considered insanity”. Bardolf left the word hanging in the air, the accusation plain to understand. Indeed, the mood in the room had changed. The assembled Huntmasters understood what was at stake here.
As did Charun: His face was a mask of hatred, he almost spat his next words into Bardolf’s face. “Would you like to continue this argument under more …fitting circumstances, my brother? Should we perhaps conduct this discussion on the Hot Dust, do you think? Let us see who is right then!”
Bardolf realised that they had begun to slowly circle each other, as if they were in battle already.
“Enough!” The word was no more than a low growl, but it was enough to stop everyone in their tracks. Lorimar gazed at each of them in turn, his expression unreadable.
“I have need of a war council, yet all I hear is an assembly of old crones endlessly bickering. I am growing tired of this.” He turned to Charun:
“You will deploy to the southern plains with your retinue to form a reinforcement for Skarn’s hunting party. The Harriers still at the Y’lanth’Ine basin will remain where they are. Syrax, I trust you will command them wisely until such time as Huntmaster Charun rejoins you.”
Charun’s second in command seemed to have discovered something entirely mesmerizing on the floor in front of him. “Yes, m’lord”, he muttered in a low voice.
“My lord,” Charun seemed incredulous. “I beg you reconsider. There is little strategic value to the southern plains. I could serve the company better if I…”
Lorimar’s voice was icy: “The decision in what capacity you might benefit the company most is mine. Not yours. You may take your leave.”, he adressed the room in general: ““This meeting is adjourned. We shall speak more soon. May your prey be a worthy one. Bardolf and Khoron, you are staying with me. I would speak with you some more.”
The Huntmasters and their lieutenants left. Charun continued glowering for a moment, then he abruptly turned around and marched from the room as well. Bardolf could see that he was seething with ill-contained rage. He turned to Lord Lorimar:
“Charun is no longer sane. He cannot be trusted!”
“Charun is our brother. He has earned our trust. And our respect” Lorimar’s eyes were like cold fire.
Bardolf could not hold his gaze. Then Lorimar turned to Khoron: “What say you, old friend? I would hear your counsel.”
“This fighting amongst ourselves is unwise”, the Dreadnought growled. “A house divided cannot stand. Still, Bardolf has a point.”
Lorimar sighed: “The Butcher’s Nails have transformed Charun. They have transformed us all. Made us more than men. And less.” He was staring into space, at something only he could see.
“My lord, I am only concerned for the company’s survival.”
Lorimar turned to face Bardolf. “As am I. Charun is my concern. The plains of Mardias are yours.” Bardolf inclined his head. The discussion was over. “What of the other factions?”, Lorimar asked.
“It seems the Necrontyr have been sleeping for so long that they might have forgotten how to wake up altogether. We have only had superficial contact and some isolated sightings. For some reason, they are holding back.”
“And the Daemonkin at Candolfus?”
Khoron answered in his abyssal growl: “We cannot know who is in ascendance, so we had best be careful. The whole affair has the stench of Tzeentch upon it.”
“Aye.” Lorimar seemed lost in thought for a few moments, then he gazed at Bardolf:
“Gather a hunting party. I would look upon this prey with my own eyes. We march at first light.”
Sorry to those who are neither interested in fluff nor in battle reports! I realise this is a P&M blog, so I promise there'll be some actual P&M pretty soon
This message was edited 3 times. Last update was at 2012/06/05 20:21:09
the eternal hunt is slowly becoming fully fleshed out!! new characters, and i am certainly looking foward to seeing them. Lorimar and the keeper of the forge, Deracin sound intruiging!!!
eagerly awaiting more from the 4th!!!
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Eating Michael Douglas to know what its like to get some action from Catherine Zeta Jones probably wouldn't work
2012/06/05 16:37:36
Subject: Khorne's Eternal Hunt - The World Eaters 4th assault company
Thanks a lot guys! Glad you weren't bored to tears
@ Chaos Emperor: You know, Deracin is the only character in that story I don't have a model for yet. I originally wanted him to be some sort of Huron Blackheart conversion, but I might need to do something more involved. Hmm...
Alright, like I promised in my last post, this time there's actually something to look at
You may remember that I already posted this guy some time ago:
I built this one after reading Matthew Farrer's very nice short story "After De'shea" (which is unfortunately hidden away at the tail end of the slightly underwhelming “Tales of Heresy” collection of short stories). “After De’shea” does a great job of humanising Angron beyond his image of perpetual anger and frenzy. It is also one of the few sources of actually interesting background for the legion. And it talks about Angron's background as a gladiator: He was raised in an arena and thus learned to respect only strength and prowess in battle: Only those who had proven themselves in the arena – “on the hot dust” – were worthy of Angron’s respect, as his captains learned to their detriment when they first met their Primarch…
Anyway, having read the story, I wanted to build a model that channeled the gladiatorial traditions that Angron taught his legion. I wanted to build a true champion of the hot dust. Hence the model you can see above.
The model is a fairly simple conversion: I wanted it to look suitably gladiatorial, and I had wanted to build a Marine with a “bare” torso for quite some time. All it took was the right selection of bits: The model uses the legs of a Khorne Berzerker and the torso of a WFB Chaos Marauder. The left arm is from the WFB Bestigor standard bearer. It was crucial to have one arm still armoured, so I used a regular CSM arm and a Khorne-themed shoulderpad. The sword is from the WFB Warriors of Chaos. And finally, the part that really made the model: The head is a Grey Knights head, although it looks like it was made for a World Eater. The bulky implants on the back of the head are ideal to represent the “Butcher’s Nails”, and the expression of anger mixed with disdain is a perfect fit for a true arena champion.
I also used a tabard from the Thousand Sons conversion kit with an added skull trophy. I didn’t use a backpack, since that would just have ruined the model’s silhouette, in my opinion.
The paintjob was a fairly straightforward affair as well — I just used my normal World Eaters recipe. However, the model obviously has more bare skin than my usual World Eaters which makes for an interesting colour contrast.
Here’s the finished model:
I am rather fond of him, if I do say so myself. I think he really gets the point across, looking like a true gladiator should. I didn’t build this model with an actual function in mind, although I guess he would make a rather nice Skull Champion for one of my Berzerker squads. Maybe I’ll even build some friends for him, so I have a small squad of World Eaters gladiators, just as tipios and Biohazard suggested a while back. Hmmm… I guess I’ll postpone that decision until the new book hits – there have been rumours of some gladiatorial unit or other for the World Eaters, after all…
To wrap up this post, here he is once again, posing in front of some killer terrain at the FLGS:
As always, thanks for looking! C&C always welcome!
The only point that could have been improved is the TS loincloth. A GS replica would have been easier to adapt to the marauder's waist (Cough!Instamold!Cough!!).
Otherwise, it's the great realisation of a great idea, with great painting and modelling skills.
2012/06/08 13:06:56
Subject: Re:Khorne's Eternal Hunt - The World Eaters 4th assault company
Nice job! I've already commented on the model itself, but the paint job really brings it to life. The face in particular is very nice. How did you paint the pale skin?
Dying's the easy way out. You won't catch me dying. They'll have to kill me before I die!
that is so good!! i love this conversion. looking at it i've had an idea for a khorne lord, using the gladiator look as the basis. it turn out to be a shameless rip off though!! was thinking CSM legs, chainblade arm, khorne shoulder pad, another chainblade to make a massive chain-claymore sword, maruarder torso, some other arm, and a FW bezerker re-breather head with a GS chain mail cloak.
any way, i love that guy and would love to see a whole unit of them, but a future codex unit for khorne gladiators you say...
bring on a world eaters Codex!!! or any king of slighty chaos-y release really.
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Eating Michael Douglas to know what its like to get some action from Catherine Zeta Jones probably wouldn't work
2012/06/08 13:51:57
Subject: Re:Khorne's Eternal Hunt - The World Eaters 4th assault company
@ Hyenajoe: You're quite right! The tabard was me being a little lazy Although I have to say I am usually a bit reluctant to use anything GS-related, since I am not really good at it (yet). Looks like I just need a little more practice
@ Yellowbeard: The skin is a really simple recipe: Paint with GW Dheneb Stone (the new Rakarth flesh probably looks similar), wash with Badab Black, then go back and add some subtle accents with Dheneb Stone -- presto!
You can also replace Badab Black with Ogryn Flesh for a slightly unhealthy but more "alive" look. Compare my Traitor Guard soldiers for reference.
@ Chaos Emperor: Go for it, mate! There can never be enough gladiators in the World Eaters legion
He looks great painted brother and you really do need to make him a death squad unit. I really love the way you paint brass and Im not sure if Ive asked how you do it? So ehhhhh howdya do it?
@ Biohazard: My recipe for brass is also very easy (I am a sucker for easy recipes ): First, a coat of Tin Bitz -- I recently switched to Vallejo's Tinny Tin which is an exact match and goes on even smoother. DO NOT use GW's new Warplock Bronze! It may be a nice colour in its own right, but it's a horrible replacement for Tin Bitz.
After the basecoat, wash liberally with Devlan Mud. And finally, drybrush a very slight Highlight onto the raised parts using GW Dwarf Bronze (or Vallejo's Brassy Brass). Done!
We refuse to take sides in this anymore. And we refuse to let you turn us against one another. We know who we are now, we can find our own way between order and chaos...
It's over because we've decided it's over. Now get the hell out of our galaxy! Both of you.
"Whoever takes purple sash is purple, and follows purple leader." I follow purple tau. Theophony
2012/06/09 13:54:52
Subject: Re:Khorne's Eternal Hunt - The World Eaters 4th assault company
@ Miss Dee: Actually, they are all called hunters, that being my army's whole shtick
I did come up with fitting names for the different arms of the company, though:
Berzerkers/infantry: Huntsmen
Raptors: Harriers
Bikers: Hounds
Possessed: The Lost (doesn't have anything to do with hunting, but it still makes a lot of sense in my fluff )
There are also specific officer ranks:
The company's officers are calles "Huntmasters". The leader of the company is the "Master of the Hunt", while his second-in-command is the "First Hunter". And there's also the Master of Rites who is called "Keeper of Trophies". And so on...
We refuse to take sides in this anymore. And we refuse to let you turn us against one another. We know who we are now, we can find our own way between order and chaos...
It's over because we've decided it's over. Now get the hell out of our galaxy! Both of you.
"Whoever takes purple sash is purple, and follows purple leader." I follow purple tau. Theophony
2012/06/09 15:16:13
Subject: Khorne's Eternal Hunt - The World Eaters 4th assault company
And here's a couple of small things I am working on at the moment, just to round out the weekend
First up, a couple of WIP shots of a mini-diorama I am doing for my World Eaters.
Naturally, there can be no true hunt without any hounds. So I got myself some Chaos Hounds and tried to figure out a paint scheme for them. Here’s what I came up with:
Like I said, those hounds will form a part of a mini-diorama, with one of the 4th assault company’s Huntmasters close behind, siccing the beasts on some unfortunate prey. However, I have yet to paint the Huntmaster in question. I want all the models in the diorama to still be usable on the table, so they all have their separate bases that can be easily slotted into the bigger base. Here it is without the hounds:
I really like those hounds and would like to find some way of being able to use them in the game. I may actually end up fielding them as lesser demons. The idea of having huge, mutated hounds accompanying Khorne’s Eternal Hunt into battle (and being summoned with the hunter’s horns) is just too cool to pass up!
The second thing I am working on is a true blast from the past: Thanks to my fellow Khornate slaughterer and all-around great guy Biohazard (once again), I found myself in the possession of some old plastic Khorne Berzerkers from the early 90s. I couldn’t help myself and had to start painting one of those guys right away. Here’s where he’s at right now:
I really like this model a lot! Granted, the sculpt is a little flat and the pose seems slightly awkward, but this little guy still holds up fairly well next to his younger brothers. And I really don’t understand why they abandoned that helmet design, since it’s definitely cooler than some of the more recent Berzerker helmets. Anyway, I’ll still have to do a few touchups on this guy, and he’s lacking a backpack, but you can see where this is headed. Thanks a lot to Biohazard for his continued generosity!
Alright, that’s it basically. Have a great Sunday!
The hounds look great, KS. Nice work on the bloody muzzles. For the huntsman, are you going to have him standing, commanding the hounds to attack, maybe pointing? Or will he be running after the hounds?
Nice work on the berzerker, too.
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The Huntmaster will be based on a WFB Khorne champion, combined with a two-handed axe from a different model. He will be hefting his axe, looking after the hounds with an angry look that says "You're sooo gonna get it now!" Although due to the modular nature of the "diorama", it'll be quite easy to swap him out with a specially constructed model if the pose doesn't work for some reason.
Regarding the Voxcaster-traitor: That really wasn't that fiddly to begin with, you know 
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that is so good!! i love this conversion. 
looking at it i've had an idea for a khorne lord, using the gladiator look as the basis. it turn out to be a shameless rip off though!! 
