gobert wrote:
Nice! There’s a test amount of heresy in making Imperial Preachers out of Chaos Space Marines. I love it!

 Fifty wrote:
Hey, I recognise these!
I've been paying a great deal of attention to them as you've posted them in the Silent War group!

 youwashock wrote:
Flaming cup is a cool choice. This one always struck me as some sort of rock-star evangelist. "Cadia! Let me hear you! Are you ready to ROCK?"

Ancestral Hamster wrote:Odovacar the Faceless. (Odovacar means "wealthy and vigilant"; not necessarily the most apt based on the figure's looks, but I like the sound of the name).

And for your future needs, this webpage hosts a variety of Name Generators, both fantasy and real world.

Realm of Plastic hosts many 40k name generators as well as Age of Sigmar ones.

Behind the Name Meaning of real world names.

youwashock wrote:That group shot belongs in a codex. Love it.

tzurk wrote:Wow, that group shot is unreal. You have done an awesome job of pulling the character off the page and into miniature form! Absolutely a retinue to be proud of. Bishop Equitius and Heironymous Vulcanis are the stand outs for me, but you've produced fantastic work all around.

Really looking forward to where you take the new guys with a bit of paint.

Thanks for sharing!

Kid_Kyoto wrote:Looking good, can't wait to see what you do with the old Redemptionists, they're great models.

Just one thing is Barbarosa built off of a dwarf, or is it just the funky proportions of older models I'm seeing?

 Kid_Kyoto wrote:
Got it, and looking at the others a couple are based on Marines which makes sense that they're taller.

 gobert wrote:
Wow! They look a pious bunch, the display tower is a great idea and works really well. The Necromunda bases look really great too, but I feel the sand bases match the era better imho.

 Kid_Kyoto wrote:
Another option is Empire Handgunners, relatively cheap, easy to convert and in scale with older metals.

You could do a pretty ragtag Blanchesque army with the remaining Empire kits. Handgunners as riflemen, greatsword scions, the organ gun thing or cannon as FW field artillery. And outriders of course, one of my favorite sources of bits.

The Desert Rats

The survivors of Eidius Tertiary, calling themselves the "Dust walkers" in low gothic, but often referred to by others as "The Desert Rats", come from a planet that was lost to the Imperium for the best part of a thousand years. It wasn't lost due to nefarious means, or even the capricious nature of the warp...

It was lost through simple bureaucracy. Some clerk buried in the Administratum incorrectly entered one of the numerous codes for the planet, and it effectively disappeared from the Administratum's view. When this silence became noticed planet side, several astropathic messages were sent, which were all received, copied in triplicate, forwarded to the appropriate departments, filed into the now incorrect folders, and never looked at again...

It was only through sheer luck, fate, or the Emperor's grace, that the planet was rediscovered. An imperial vessel by the name of "His Implacable Majesty" had to make an emergency transition from the warp into real space due to issues with it's Gellar field. The transition left it worrying close to several astronomical bodies as it ended up within the Eidius system. Unable to enter the warp from the centre of the system and noticing signals from some barely functioning satellites, a trawl through the ships databanks was conducted to try and work out where they were.

This resulted in the original data for Eidius Tertiary being found, alongside the current incorrect data, which put it in a different segmentum altogether. It was the only inhabitable world in the system and had been given over to be largely an Agri-world focussed on the farming of several native livestock, mostly large and vicious, but nutritious when processed correctly. There was the required heavy industry in order to support the farming, but the population was sparse, with only a few major cities.

Upon hearing this information, an Inquisitor travelling on the vessel "suggested" that they conduct a review before feeding back the information to the Administratum. When "His Implacable Majesty" entered the orbit of the planet, it was clear that it no longer resembled the data that had been drawn from the databanks. It was now largely desert, with slow moving sandstorms hundreds of miles wide roaming the globe. The signs of civilisation were sparse, as any city that had been hit by one of the marauding sandstorms was scoured down to it's foundations.

The population had spread out into several nomadic tribes, avoiding the sandstorms and hunting the native wildlife, all pretence of organised farming and cohesive industry had been lost.

It had transpired that over the years whilst the planet had been lost to the Imperium that significant overgrazing of the grasslands had left them barren, and the pollution from the industrial plants spewing radioactive smoke had slowly clogged the atmosphere, turning the entire planet into a barren dust filled wasteland where the air is scarcely breathable even with a respirator.

Contact was made with several of the nomadic tribes, with varying degrees of success. Some were openly hostile, immediately opening fire upon any shuttle that came near with the hopes of downing it and stealing whatever survived the crash. Other groups had drifted too far from the human baseline, inbreeding and radiation causing mutations that rendered the group unredeemable to the imperium, and they were dealt with accordingly.

Finally contact was made with the Dust Walkers. An Aquila Lander swept around the tribe in a wide arc, flanked by half a dozen Arvus lighters, allowing reconnaissance of the area, and ensuring an ambush was impossible. They had come upon the tribe in motion, an assortment of wildly different motor vehicles forming a caravan of sorts, which haphazardly came to a stop upon seeing the shuttles. As they descended a single vehicle made it's way out towards what would evidently be the landing zone. As the craft touched down, a lone figure slowly lowered themselves from the vehicle to cover the remaining distance on foot. Hunched over, using a staff to help him, he methodically made his way forward.

The Arvus Lighters disgorged their complements of soldiers, fanning across the area, whilst one squad kept their gun's trained on the figure, who halted a short distance from them. As the Aquila's fuselage slowly opened and the Inquisitor stepped out, the old man stood straighter, and slowly raised his hands. With great care he interlocked his thumbs and placed his hands flat across his chest and raised his voice: "Welcome honoured brothers and sisters from the Imperium in the stars. I am 'He Who Breathes The Air', the Pharm'r of this tribe. We try to still hunt the great beasts as our ancestors were instructed, but with each generation it grows harder, and resources scarcer. Are you here to relieve us of our duty, or to bring vengeance for our failure?"

Inquisitor Phorio looked at the man, and past him at the rest of his caravan, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Whilst your duty here has ended, I believe there is greatness for you among the stars."

PaddyMick wrote:Great stuff, you have really captured everything that makes 40k such a unique setting and what got me hooked as a kid (for me anyway, makes me want to reach for the Rogue Trader rulebook).

Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll wrote:De-orking! Now that's a super fun and unique idea. I can't wait to see more!