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those definatly need more than just one pic...! but from what i can see...very cool!!!

Hi Guys!

8 months since my last update, which was in itself 18 months from the previous!

It has been too long.

The army that has taken three years from conception to completion (yes you read that) is nearly done! I can list the things I have to do: buy two chimera's and a vendetta and convert and paint, paint up jetbikes, finish ogryn bonehead conversion, create a psyker, convert and paint ratlings, paint imperial beastmen.

Here is a teaser. All infantry and cavalry are now painted. 3 HW teams and 3 Ogryns done. I think it is about 95% complete.


Let me know what you guys think!

Yay!
In fact since I started following this blog I've given up on napoleonic IG, gone for something simpler, but I like the look of your teams and 3 years to 95% complete is still 80% better progress than I made. I look forward to seeing more...

Its been a long time.

But, all I have left to do is:

Convert a handful more Ogryns.
Paint the tank (might need a couple more if i ever take these to the field).
Paint the jetbiks.

Blimey you've been busily prolific. Welcome back!

Yawn.
Where am I?
What strange realm is this?

It comes back to me. I am the Mega Chicken. The Manoknok. The ancient wizzard who had no job, and then had too many.

Long ago. A project was started but never quite finished as many projects are.

I am older now. Wiser. I have expanded my forbidden knowledge into the worlds of Dredd; into historical gaming, into the weird wars...into the zombie apocalypse.

But still there is that faint tugging...of the project. Of projects never finished; and one never really started. Of a legion lost in the warp; never known. Of Malal and Malice. Of a legion of men up in bright red jackets. Of an alien cult. Of a villainous red skull.

The fog leaves my mind...

Hello boys. I am back.

This was the fluff I wrote back in Nov 2010 for a Sigmar themed legion. A lot of models are now available to me that weren't then (like er pre-heresy marines and primarchs).

Fluff on the Second Legion (Twin Tailed Comet)


During the Great Crusade, in a time before the Emperors Return to Terra but after the finding of the Primarch Alpharius, the Emperor in all his wisdom had a vision.
It was of his missing Primarchs. He saw that the powers of Chaos had ushered two off his sons into the warp, and saw their journey through it to a small planet where thousands of spacecraft and races had crashed trapped by unending solar storms and fluctuations in the Warp around the planet. Due to the anarchic nature of the Warp his two Sons, unknown brothers, crashed on the planet apart. Of one son he knew no more, but of the other he saw all his life from the crash of his birthing pod on the planet, his wars. He saw that at fifteen his young son had defended his village singlehandedly from green skin gretchens, and had defeated a green skin war band in retribution! He saw the freeing of a ancient squat forge-master and the bonds of friendship born between Super and Ab-human. He saw the boy, age fifteen receive a force weapon of unimaginable power as a gift from the Squats. He saw the unification of the human population – descended from thousands of ships crashed after becoming lost in the warp. He defeated men possessed by those beyond the Ghoul Stars.

Finally in the twilight of his vision he saw his son fight his son, brother fight brother. And his son who he had watched enter manhood in a matter of seconds remained un-defeated. The Emperor of all Mankind knew that this was his greatest Son, for he held no ambition yet the fulfilment of duty, no hope except the defeat of choas, and strength enough to defeat a brother without harm to himself. If ever he had an heir this was he for he knew he would not suffer the petty rivalries that plagued his found Sons and their Legions. The Eleventh Legion , that of his defeated Son who had been corrupted beyond all recognition but that of the Emperor were dispatched to the very edge of the galaxy where they were to give service in what was to be a unknown suicide mission of protection and diversion against the increasing threat of a species yet unknown to all bar the Emperor. The Emperor ashamed of his failure with the Eleventh, and wishing to conceal the identity of the Second till he could present his Son to all his Primarch’s as a completed family deleted from record all knowledge of these mighty Legions.

The Emperor of Mankind immediately returned to Terra leaving his first Son, Horus, as Warmaster on the Great Crusade in his place and asking his Sons to show their greatness! Upon Terra the Emperor knew he must create a device that would enable him to communicate with his Son through the warp storms that ravaged his planet. He knew it would take a generation to conceive and construct so, for this period he created the Council of Terra, and the Imperial Tithe so that his Empire, that of Mankind, would continue whilst he worked in solitude on what became known as the Golden Thrown, a device designed to communicate solely with his Son by halting time and thereby finding paths through the storm. He sent the gene-seed Legion of his Son to the planet, thought the warp, guided by himself on the Golden Thrown. It took immense concentration and around him events were unfolding that would bring to the very brink of destruction his Empire.

The Emperor having completed his Golden Thrown communicated with his Son for the first time and they bonded like no other Son had bonded to his father. By now his Son had ruled his people for fifty years and was seeking new challenges and was beginning to wonder why he had not aged whilst those around him passed into legend. The Emperor told him of his history, of his brothers, of his aims; for the enlightenment of all the galaxy and the defeat of Chaos, and told him that to transport him off of his planet was fraught with danger and that he would need travel alone, for only his super-human constitution could save him given that his planet had yet to invent any form of sophisticated space flight or automation and mass production.

The Son left his people and headed to the highest peak on his planet where he waited for a sign. A year later a pod crashed near his small campsite. The armoured men inside had not survived the landing and they were left where they lay. For inside the pod lay the means for the Primarch to leave the planet and reach his Legion above. His Father across interstellar distances directed him in the use of the craft and he left his homeworld promising that one day he would return and free his people. As he reached his Armada above the planet he was contacted by his Father who was heartbroken for his first Son, Horus, had turned against him, and civil-war had broken out in the Galaxy. Years passed as the armada slowly made their way through the warp to where they believed Terra lay, for no message more was heard from the Emperor for months.

Until the lost Primarch heard again from his father. He told his Son he had been imprisoned on his thrown after collapsing from the exertion of defeating his Son turned Traitor - Horus. He informed his Son that he must defeat the institutions that held him Prisoner, the Council of Terra (who were telling the populace he had been mortally and was a God, a Omnisiah, neither of which were correct), and seek his freedom if it take Millennia and the destruction of a Billion lives, for he foresaw the power of the institution and saw that it was corrupting his vision in to something intolerant and hateful and would lead to countless trillions being sacrificed in his name, and in the name of his still loyal though now misguided Sons. The Primarch told all this to his Legion and there was much sorrow. But from this the Legion yet untested with their new Leader grew stronger. For they resolved that if they were the last of the true Space Marines they could not fail in their task for the future of the human race was at stake. They must bring light to the darkplaces and there was no grimmer or darker place than the visage the Emperor was painting of the galaxy.

Though the journey through the warp for the armada took but a few years as they were guided by the Emperor himself on the outside Millennia had passed, and as armies of the Second Legion re-entered the Galaxy in the 41st Millennium it was one unrecognisable to all of them even the Emperor seeing through his sons mind that he had been trapped for ten thousand years.
Now the last of the Primarchs, his loyal Space Marines, and the armies of the Second Legion fight towards Terra and no man or monster shall stop them. For they must free the Emperor from the Imperium that has chained him, and bring enlightenment to the Galaxy once more. The Last of the Primarchs know that the task is near impossible but with the guidance of his imprisoned father they hope that finally right makes might.

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So what do I plan to work on?

1 x Sigmar themed space marine force
1 x Genestealer Cult Kill Team Force
1 x Sons of Malice Kill Team Force
1 x Finish the Vehicles for 36th Legion of Sol.
1 x Possible Gork or Mork Force
1 x Malal Warband
1 x Konflict 47 Red Skull Army. (Need a bit of paint)
1 x Finish my celts, napoleonics, french indian war (and historicals) (needs a bit of paint)
1 x Zombie Game (pretty easy)
1 x Finish a couple of Mordheim Warbands
1 x Pre-Heresy Alpha Legion Kill Team

Thats it. Full disclosure. I'm not going to be painting all of these myself as I have a share in a historical painting company. I've also already got must of the models except the chaos, and the cult, and the alpha legion.

Coming in late, where are the napoleonic guardsmen from?

They're a nice change of pace.

Hi there. They are a mix of Perry and Victrix napoleonics with a bunch of IG bits thrown in. Models also beefed out by ogryns (sculpted on uniforms) and ratlings. Would do it differently if I did it again. Just make hats and alter the pads of cadians. I play them as a abhuman force of Longshanks as they are taller and thiner than normal IG. They look frail next to SM and Ogryns so it works.