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Sadistic Inquisitorial Excruciator





Preston/England/United Kingdom

Clanmac - yeah the different tracks really do make it better. I've seen some converted to run on wheels and they are great too.

Ynneadwraith - I'm so pleased how they look together.

DaemonJellybaby - No the Taurox is officially called Trigger's Broom https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUl6PooveJE because I'm pretty sure the same principle applies. As for sky pirates lmao.....it took me three years to finish this squad, probably get the squats started after an unit of Tech Thralls (vets armed with shotguns). I'm just about to start painting the merc sniper this evening.

Boss Salvage - Cheers




   
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Guardsman with Flashlight







Brilliant work, they look like they mean business
   
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Pious Palatine






Excellent work. Possibly one of, if not the coolest taurox i'very seen. Great work.

EDC
   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

RTMIS1 - thanks. In their only outing, so far, they gave up and ran away as soon as an Inquisitor turned up...the threat of a heretic pyre wasn't their idea of a good time!

Evildrcheese - I can't claim credit for the track idea. Tears of Envy did it first.

   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

Merc Sniper, who will count as a Vindicare Assassin in 40k, if the army gets big enough.

   
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Fixture of Dakka





Surrey, BC - Canada

Interesting conversion there PDH.

Cheers,

CB

   
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Walking Dead Wraithlord






Really like this one. He has a real wasteland warrior feel. The pose conveys purpose and the heft of the rifle quite well.
   
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Pious Palatine






Nice. Loving the covered in ash aesthetic he's got going. Cool little conversion.

EDC
   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

Captain Brown - thanks

YouwashockThanks. Not sure I can take credit for the pose. That Jes Goodwin is rather bloody talented.

EvilDr cheese - the cloak was such fun and so quick using a sponge technique.
   
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[MOD]
Making Stuff






Under the couch

Yup, that's very cool.

 
   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

Tzeentchian Covern Champion.






Started out as a Khornate Magister to go with the chap above but the changer of ways intervened.
   
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Walking Dead Wraithlord






The doctor is in. Sweet model. I love the beak being evocative of a plague doctor's mask combined with hood and robes. The book is a lovely little detail. Fantastic work as always.
   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

Thanks Youwashock. The books was the light bulb moment. I keep asking myself "is the book and gun the character and the man holding it the weapon?"
   
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Agile Revenant Titan






Dude! Not only is the model absolutely brilliant, but that little fluff-thought about the book being the character and the man being a puppet is brilliant

Check out may pan-Eldar projects http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/702683.page

Also my Rogue Trader-esque spaceport factions http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/709686.page

Oh, and I've come up with a semi-expanded Shadow War idea and need some feedback! https://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/726439.page

Lastly I contribute to a blog too! http://objectivesecured.blogspot.co.uk/ Check it out! It's not just me  
   
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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Mostly, on my phone.

It's a lovely lovely conversion. At first I thought Plague doctor, no, that's just wrong - and then I thought wait, he's there to cure you of Nurgle! Perfection.

Theophony"... and there's strippers in terminator armor and lovecraftian shenanigans afoot."
Solar_Lion: "Man this sums up your blog nicely."

Anpu-adom: "being Geek is about Love. Some love broadly. Some love deeply. And then there are people like Graven.  
   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

He will cure Nurglitch of inevitably. Ha ha. Cheers guys.

Next one is waiting for my local gw to sell me some Tzaangors
   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

Coven Possessed

   
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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Mostly, on my phone.

Ooooooooh. Gribbly.

Theophony"... and there's strippers in terminator armor and lovecraftian shenanigans afoot."
Solar_Lion: "Man this sums up your blog nicely."

Anpu-adom: "being Geek is about Love. Some love broadly. Some love deeply. And then there are people like Graven.  
   
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Potent Possessed Daemonvessel





France

Another amazing build, how characterful !

My P&M Blog : Warp Wanderers, Chaos warbands in the Eye of Terror

Voting for my stuff pleases the Chaos Gods and brings you luck in battle !

 
   
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Walking Dead Wraithlord






This guy rules. Great juxtaposition of the organic and inorganic elements. He reminds me of the Ringwraiths. Nazgul 40K.
   
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Stealthy Warhound Titan Princeps







Wow! Those Tzneetch guys rock. Great choice of bits.
   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

inmygravenimage - Indeed. Sometimes Tzeentch needs to be subtle and sometimes not so much.

Kernal T - Thats it was fun to build and try and work out where it was all going. The flamer being powered by a maw on his back was fun, mutation crossbreed with a flamer but no way of shooting the warp fire at the ememy.


Youwashock - Cannot get a better compliment that Nazgul!

Kestral - I've been hanging onto the tenticles and Flamer bits for ages I knew at somepoint something good would happen with them.
   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

Familiar and Meat Puppet

Really pleased how this chap turned out.



I travelled down to Nottingham yesterday. Met Fulgrim and RiseOfTheMagi and we had a brilliant American diner breakfast at Annie's Burger shack (bottomless coffee was needed after getting up at 5.45). After breakfast we went over to Thistle's house for a game with Thistle.


Portents of Truth is a game I put together using some stuff from Fantasy Flight's Black Crusade line of books. Basically I was GMing but the whole point was the characters were invited to be a sacrifice to Tzeentch and the only winner would be my characters....unless others killed him. It seemed to fit for a having a complete lie as the premise for a Tzeentchian scenario.

Thistle used Mig's fallen Inquisitor
Invitation to The Branded


by Migs

“Please excuse my intrusion, Master” begs a markedly stout, middle aged women dressed in blue robes, her hooded her face further hidden by a yellow bird mask. She bows quite low as if to show she were not worthy of your presence, but the act reeks of manipulation and false flattery. “You are the right hand of the Emperor. A fallen Inquisitor known to us only as the Branded?” she says knowingly with satisfied mirth. “I’ve been sent forth by the Masters of the Atheniium, Rekarr Corveront, Oracle of Vultures – surely you’ve heard of him? He begs you accept his invitation; so important is it that he threatened me with death were I not to import these precise words: ‘the future of the Howling Stars depends on it.’” With these words she steps forward and hands you a parchment sealed with blood wax.

Invitation to the Atheniium, to view the Convergence of the Nine Mendacities

I am pleased to inform you that a mysterious and rare event is taking place on Mortlaccus. The event is the Convergence of the Nine Mendacities. Events on this day, though yet to come and not yet apparent, involve you directly. I am the Masters of the Atheniium, the Oracle of Vultures. My forbearers and I have, for many centuries, foretold the destinies of a great many fortunate souls – and some unfortunate ones. It is our responsibility to receive these visions from the Dark Gods and dispense them to those worthy of the knowledge the gods have chosen to impart. Consider yourself one such individual.

A vision, unlike any other I have received in my great years as the Library Oracle, has been given to me and cannot be ignored. I would even go to so great a length as to demand you come to me in The Garden of Dire Tranquillity beyond the Boundary, rather than simply extend an invitation. I say this because to fail to impart my vision would be to damn the both of us in the eyes of the Great Changer, Master of Fate, and the other Ruinous Powers as well. Were I able to tell you on this parchment what I have to say, you would understand, but it is only safe to speak with you directly and in person, at the time of the Convergence.

Your transportation, aboard the Infidus Sin, and expenses have been arranged for. Furthermore, you will be granted access to the Antheniium and its vast libraries forever after.
Be assured what you will learn from me greatly outweighs any concerns you may possess. I look forward to making your acquaintance.

Till we meet

Rekarr Corveront


Like the fabled Black Library of the Eldar you have read of the Antheniium within the tomes of the Ordo Malleus. A fast library of forbidden texts and hooror. There have been centuries long rumours that the library holds a copy of the thrice dammed text “Metallicus and the Daemortiicus” by the Arch-Heretek Boriden Tharr. Access to this tome would allow you to make great bounds in your own daemonic metal sculpting.

Fulgrim used some of JB's minis:
Invitation to Arzroth - Chosen of Khorne



A short snivelling man, in a dark blue hood cloak approaches you. Under his hood he wears a bird mask. Obviously, he is a follower of the Bird of Lies. He looks hardly up to the task to speak with you in the way he gathers his robes in sweaty palms and grits and grinds his teeth “It is to my dismay that my station in life leads me to the task of errand boy but as I am sure a person like you must understand, I have little choice,” he sneers. “The Oracle of Vultures bids me give you this,” he hands you a missive sealed in dark red, blood crusted wax.


Invitation to the Atheniium, to view the Convergence of the Nine Mendacities

I am pleased to inform you that a mysterious and rare event is taking place on Mortlaccus. The event is the Convergence of the Nine Mendacities. Events on this day, though yet to come and not yet apparent, involve you directly. I am the Masters of the Atheniium, the Oracle of Vultures. My forbearers and I have, for many centuries, foretold the destinies of a great many fortunate souls – and some unfortunate ones. It is our responsibility to receive these visions from the Dark Gods and dispense them to those worthy of the knowledge the gods have chosen to impart. Consider yourself one such individual with a great destiny drenched in blood and skulls.

A vision, unlike any other I have received in my great years as the Library Oracle, has been given to me and cannot be ignored. I would even go to so great a length as to demand you come to me in The Garden of Dire Tranquillity beyond the Boundary, rather than simply extend an invitation. I say this because to fail to impart my vision would be to damn the both of us in the eyes of the Great Changer, Master of Fate, and the other Ruinous Powers as well. Were I able to tell you on this parchment what I have to say, you would understand, but it is only safe to speak with you directly and in person, at the time of the Convergence.

Your transportation, aboard the Insidor, and expenses have been arranged for. Furthermore, you will be granted access to the Antheniium and its vast libraries forever after.
Be assured what you will learn from me greatly outweighs any concerns you may possess. I look forward to making your acquaintance.

Till we meet

Rekarr Corveront


Admittance to the library would give you access to the most despicable sorcery and a means of breaching one of the most magically secure buildings in the Howling Stars. Once inside what treachery could you bring to the followers of Tzeentch with the destruction of dammed tomes of magic? Gain daemonic weapons of great power? How would the Red God look down on you after striking such a great blow against the cowardly followers of Tzeentch?

RiseOfTheMagi made some brilliant fallen Imperial Scholars.
Invitation to Valdomir Baranse



Words by Rise of the Magi -

Led by Valdomir Baranse, a one-time Archsavant Locus, working for the Administratum in the distant Lorchis System. He was given the task of cataloguing the deaths of Imperial servants in the system - his superiors feared false deaths were being logged by many organisations in order to explain missed quotas and substandard tithes.

As he travelled the system seeking evidence of each reported death, he found his task consuming him - no matter how many corpses he catalogued and mausoleums he picked through, he couldn't catch up with the deluge of souls escaping Lorchis' taskmasters. Even when he despatched his cadre of dedicated acolytes and servitors across a chosen planet with orders to bring him physical proof of each hive's casualties, the dead fell faster than his men could dig them up.

Desperate to avoid failure, Baranse prayed to anyone who would listen for a way achieve his monumental undertaking. Someone was listening, and as Baranse snatched an hour of fitful sleep, a vision came to him. In his dream, he walked the streets with his tabula in his arm, and everyone he looked at died. His autoquill danced across the pages, and the tally of the fallen rose like a red wave around him.

When Baranse awoke, he was filled with new purpose. He walked to his assistant's chamber and slit the man's throat, smiling beatifically. Summoning his most loyal acolytes, the Archsavant Locus embarked on a crusade of quiet slaughter, preying on the weak and isolated, and using his rank to cast aside any questions raised by those who suspected him - by arriving at each murder scene so promptly, he was simply fulfilling his Emperor-given duty. His reports were filed in record time, his reputation ironclad.

He slept soundly now, and his red visions gave him everything he needed. Following their directions, he left Lorchis, boarding a colonisation labour craft headed for the Border Worlds, of Dalthus. Casualties aboard the ship during the year-long journey were high. When only the ship's essential crew and Baranse's coterie remained, Baranse bade his most loyal servant San Welldrew to fall upon the rest of his acolytes, noting each death in his tabula with a satisfied nod.

As the last of Welldrew's victims choked on his own blood, the ship burst back into realspace, though the travellers found themselves beyond the Imperium - the shifting tides of the Warp had deposited them in the orbit of Mortlaccus, near the centre of the Howling Stars warpstorm. Travelling to Boundary, Baranse recruited the services of a succession of local guides, hoping to find why he had been brought there. His eighth guide, Vor Cryherd, soon recognised Baranse's purpose, and was permitted to keep his life. Somewhere on the planet, Vor knew, was the secret Baranse sought, that which would teach him the secrets of death, and bring him to the feet of his god.

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A blue robed figure approaches you as though he were familiar friend and nods pleasantly, though you cannot see his face behind a yellow bird mask. Vor steps forward to intercept the man, in an instance a cage of flesh erupts from the ground entrapping the mutant. “I mean no harm, I am simply protecting your drudge while we speak. Arch-savant Baranse I am most pleased to make your acquaintance, I am Onadeus from the Atheniium beyond the boundary. I realise this is a most strange occurrence, but I must deliver you this message from my master, The Oracle of Vultures. Do oblige us and accept.” He hands you a small wooden box, sealed with red blood wax. Sealed within is a small missive.

Invitation to the Atheniium, to view the Convergence of the Nine Mendacities

I am pleased to inform you that a mysterious and rare event is taking place on Mortlaccus. The event is the Convergence of the Nine Mendacities. Events on this day, though yet to come and not yet apparent, involve you directly. I am the Masters of the Atheniium, the Oracle of Vultures. My forbearers and I have, for many centuries, foretold the destinies of a great many fortunate souls – and some unfortunate ones. It is our responsibility to receive these visions from the Dark Gods and dispense them to those worthy of the knowledge the gods have chosen to impart. Consider yourself one such individual and your god smiles upon you.

A vision, unlike any other I have received in my great years as the Library Oracle, has been given to me and cannot be ignored. I would even go to so great a length as to demand you come to me in The Garden of Dire Tranquillity beyond the Boundary, rather than simply extend an invitation. I say this because to fail to impart my vision would be to damn the both of us in the eyes of the Great Changer, Master of Fate, and the other Ruinous Powers as well. Were I able to tell you on this parchment what I have to say, you would understand, but it is only safe to speak with you directly and in person, at the time of the Convergence.

Your transportation, through the desert has been arranged. Dust Pirate Keranda will escort you safely to the ferryman. All your expenses have been arranged for. Furthermore, you will be granted access to the Antheniium and its vast libraries forever after.

Be assured what you will learn from me greatly outweighs any concerns you may possess. I look forward to making your acquaintance.

Till we meet

Rekarr Corveront

You consider this new course for you and your god. Feeling deep inside your bones and psyche that this journey to bring about resurrection is being rewarded. Your plans are coming to fruition and this is another piece of the puzzle.

***
The air around you suddenly chills and you catch the whiff of rot and decay. A hunched figure in tattered robes steps out from the nearby shadows, shadows you could have sworn held nothing.

The figure holds up its hands “Please, Chaperon Cryherd, I mean you no harm.” When it speaks, it sounds as if three mouths are speaking at almost the same time and, when it raises its head, you see why. Under the hood is an elderly man with three mouths on his face, though two are impossible.

“I am Scobberlotcher, emissary of the Butcher of Balemire. He has learnt you are travelling to The Garden of Dire Tranquillity with Valdomir Baranse. While you are there, I was wondering if you would be interested in carrying out a small task? My Master would be most grateful, he would pay you handsomely.”

“Good, then my master requires seven stones, no smaller than half a fist, chipped from the Statue of Heliotrope Deceiver. You will know the statue when you see it, it is where you are meeting Rekarr Corvorant.

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“Pray your respects to the vultures, for they are your future. Your gods have released you into the welcoming arms of the Heliotrope Deceiver.”
Upon this hallowed, harrowed ground I have been given the right to tell you of the future. The book of Astromantium makes mention of you all. Though only one is the going to unite the Howling Stars and bring ruin to Dalthus Sector. The rest will perish and wither and change, death or servitude is all the same.”


The Oracle opens the book he is carrying and at the same instance the sky shatters, glass rains down up you from a bruised sky, screamers of Tzeentch flit and float on empyrean tides.

“The Convergence of the Nine Mendacities is now upon us. Witness my masters blessing.”

“What are you willing to sacrifice to hear of your futures? When you have given something of import I will read the prophesy. The Mendacities deserve a sacrifice. Be quick for the lands and aligning.”


When the sacrifices have been made The Oracle of Vultures descends into a trance state and starts reading from the book. Blood spittle projecting from his mouth with each word.







“He came upon a ruin. A haphazard collection of bunkers and death, silence. Here in the open arms of Heliotrope Deceiver he views, rivals: Fallen man, red man and man counting. Under a ruinous eye, as nine converge. Nine grow in power. Siphon off the excess into a vessel, the vessel. Great ruin is passed onto the endless Emperor’s dominion. The abhorrent sword will strike into the heart. A dark crusade. Knowledge, routes, weapons, stones? Stones, weapons, routes, knowledge. The roaring of impotent rage, an old god? A promise of fealty, A promise of warped metal, Treachery. Lies, Mutation, Warning, Waning. One King of Men to Prince of Daemons, a final promise.”



“You are tricked! You are my sacrifice to the Nine Mendacities. I am Imhayyān follower of Mind Gnasher, Herald of Tzeentch, Allotter of the Mad, Herald of the Whisperers. I am one of his nine champions. The Oracle of Vultures told me my prophesy, before I roasted his soul. This event and your sacrifice releases my Master back into the materium. He is the vessel filled with power. He will bring doom to the Dalthus Sector, not you who are minions to minor entities. Fools!



Looking up over the statue and into the warped space about the garden a daemonic apparition appears with open arms and a cloak made of stars. With the sound of wings and the singing of dead birds the minions of Mind Gnasher disappear into the enveloping cloak of a demonic entity.

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Dang. That's how you do it.
   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

That's how we do it!
   
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Journeyman Inquisitor with Visions of the Warp





Very nice...
   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

Neil - cheers buddy

Tzeentchian Coven Possessed

   
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Glorious texture on the tentacles.
   
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Preston/England/United Kingdom

Cheers. Quite simple too. Wet blend dark pink to light pink. Stipple with white pink. Oil wash from the flesh skirt leaked onto parts of the tentacles and randomly placed towards the body..
   
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Inquisitorix Hestora Agarl, Ordo Malleus

Force sword, Inferno Pistol, Psychic Hood and Power Armour....I think she is going daemon hunting.



   
 
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