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The cold reaches of space

Welcome, to the first official post of “Shadows Over Vanaheim”! Vitruvian XVII and I have been talking over other, secure channels about a joint-campaign project for the past month. It’s still a work in progress, but Vit and I plan to have fluff, modeling and painting updates galore… followed by rules and campaign pamphlet when complete, and finally, battle reports for wars fought in the US/UK, all over Hive World Vanaheim.

The campaign itself without giving too much away has focus themes of Day, Night, and Desperation…. And I just realized… that tells you absolutely NOTHING.

Without further ado… Dan Abnett-esque short-story intro fluff… and pics… (and bear with it- there really are pics at the bottom… lol…)

The Gathering

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The streets of Terra bustled with activity, the heavy clanking of the freight trams and vehicles pounding their way to various destinations, the rhythmic beat to the heart of the universe. The smog and sharp smell of chemicals and steel infused themselves into the very structures and people, armies of people marching to work under the light of the bitter sun, cold and stoic as the earth they marched upon.

Deep below the streets, under miles of reinforcing steel and plascrete, three shrouded figures strode through an elaborate granite hallway with purpose, dragging a fourth by the arms. The eerie halls were dimly lit, and punctuated by columned arches every 30 paces. At each arch was a discretely-placed camera, each shutting off as the group neared them and closer to the doors at the very end of the hall. Where the surface was pounding to the savage beat of the urban jungle, the hall echoed only with the sound of leather heels scuffing the ground, syncopated by the soft hiss and clink of an augmented leg. The men stopped short of the doors, the lead swinging the doors open to the vault-like portal.

“Inside. Quickly.” the lead said tersely. The others moved without hesitation, dragging their baggage through before the lead closed both doors, the hallway lights dimming and the cameras coming back to life.

The group strode into a circle of light and unhooded themselves. The lead hood revealed a slim but hard woman, the back of her head covered in steel cables and wires like tentacles of some humanoid/xenos hybrid. The other hoods revealed humans, but augmented with steel and electronics, denoting their affiliation with the factories of Mars. From the darkness, one of several presences spoke out.

“Adepts of the Mechanicum, we welcome you back to Terra… and trust there is a reason as to why you’ve disabled our security and called each of us to this secret meeting?” the presence spoke.

“Apologies, Inquisitors, Interrogators,” the woman bowed to various areas in the dark, “but we have found something of note that we believe must be brought to your attention.”

“To our attention, you say, Adept Merlain? Or do you refer to us as the body of the Inquisition?” another voice sounded. Soft murmurs and assenting nods came from the darkness.

The dark held no secrets to the female adept, her eyes replaced by enhanced mechanical replicas long ago. Each of their faces was clear as day to all three visitors- each of the seated Ordo members was relatively young, mid-level Inquisitors or Interrogators. While they had faced work in the field, they were no lords and were decidedly on the lower-middle end of the hierarchy. Men and women with dirt on their hands, and equally dirtied contacts. These were exactly the people Adept Cairi Merlain and her followers were looking for, not the glorious hawks at the top of the Inquisitorial spire.

“I refer to you all, singularly, and as this group I have assembled. I mean no offense, but you may dispose of the theatrics of secrecy. I have researched, personally invited, and screened, each of you. Please, allow yourselves to be known, not only to myself, but to each other.” Merlain said, slowly returning the tone modulation to her voice. It had been at least a decade since she used vocal communication aside from the usual binary or coded electronic transmission.

The chamber was silent a moment, before the lights swallowed the stark contrast of the shadow to the center spotlight. Each of the members looked to the other seated faces around the chamber. Some kept a stone-like demeanor, some met with an acknowledging nod here and there, and fewer still, a rare smile and nod; when members recognized each other from previous alliances and conquests.

A man seated to the right of Adept Merlain spoke first. “The fact does not escape me that there is no young blood seated among us, but there are no senior members present either. In addition, everyone seated here has a similar reputation for being dedicated to their orders… and firebrands. For what purpose have you gathered us, specifically?” the man said, leaning forward. The man’s mechanical arm caught Merlain’s eye- slim with almost little to no exposed cable or mechanics- Merlain imagined it was his own skeleton coated in adamantium and given life through arcane means. Cutting her fascination short, Merlain addressed the man directly.

“Interrogator Estav” she said, “you have earned renown for your participation in annihilating the Coven of the Silver Serpent… you’ve been called ‘The Purifying Flame’ by colleagues and in the data stream.” The inquisitor nodded his head slightly in acknowledgement. “You are astute in your assessment of the current gathering. You are all proven members of the Ordos, and all of the same thought. As it should be, for the quarry I bring you suits your very purpose.”

Raising her arm under her cloak, the other two adepts dragged the incapacitated third forward and tore off the hood. It was another adept, but the burns on his cloak and armored body suggested he had come through several fights, and was barely alive. The ring of Ordos surrounding the party looked to one another before looking back down the pit at the guests.

Without any words, one of the following adepts lifted his free hand- his long sleeves revealing a stump fit with 10 digits, each ending with what looked to be several different torture devices. A small mechadendrite extended from one of the digits and locked itself into a socket in the back of the man’s head. The incapacitated adept’s head shot upward suddenly while the body remained lax, and after a few moments, the connecting adept’s head shot up as well, signaling connection. A larger cone-like apparatus spun out from the back of the connecting adept’s head and locked itself over his eye. Filtering the immobile adept’s memories, the other projected a large 3-D cube, each lateral side showing the same image. Toward the upper-center of the room, a holographic playback began as the room darkened automatically.

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A figure appeared in front of a swaying camera. It was only after a few moments that the viewers would realize they were seeing through the mechanical eyes of another adept. The vision auto-corrected and in front of the camera was a younger man draped in a black-leather body suit and fur-lined long-cloak. The man was gaunt. While his youth was not in question, it was obvious from the dark circles under his eyes that the man had not slept in several days. The dirt on his face and armor suggested he had been harried up to this point of respite.

The man didn’t look directly into the camera, instead, moved his hands deftly securing the recording-adept to the seat. The surroundings suggested the inside of a short-range stealth cutter, and the man’s face was lit by a control panel as he plotted course. Outside, sporadic bursts of gunfire were heard, and occasionally pinging and slamming the cutter’s hull. The man had nerves of steel, as not even his eyes flinched at the sound of the firefight moving ever closer.

“Graeus, hold on, friend. One of us must make it home..” the man said. “I’m honored you chose to share your human past with me… I know the Mechanicum frowns upon such attachment…” the man cut the thought short, “My time… your time is short, and they draw closer.” With a deep breath, the man closed his eyes, settled himself, and calmly recited his message.

“My name is Darius Alexus Veran, Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus, given title and authority by Inquisitor Augustus Falk. I relay my final words through the eyes of my trusted companion, Graeus of the Mechanicum. My team has come to Hive World Vanaheim, Vanah Prime Sector, investigating cult-related disappearances… I have fear that this cult, these ‘Sons of Midnight’, have grown at a ferocious rate… possibly touching every level of Vahaheim’s society. I know not if their sphere of influence extends beyond this planet.” the Inquisitor said bitterly into his friend’s eyes. Looking about at the sudden lack of fire, he continued.

“If this does, in fact, reach the hands of another Son, then rest easy, for I am one of the last to resist.” his bitter look turned into a wry and spiteful smile, “But know that your time is limited, scum. My brothers will find you. They will avenge us, and they will kill every, last, one of you.” he promised venomously.

Veran’s face returned to a neutral and cold state as he finished his recording, “If this does reach the Ordos, heed me- Trust no one. I will stem the plague as long as possible, and no doubt, will pay for it with my life. The source hungers for blood… Find and destroy the source. FIND AND DESTROY THE SOURCE!”

The inquisitor yelled the final portion of his message, as a black-coated assailant slid from the top of the hatch and into the hold like liquid shadow. Reacting almost instantaneously, he faced the invader with power-glaive in hand, the two locking hands over the haft of the weapon as the blade cut small notches into the entryway bulkhead as they wrestled for control of the weapon. A quick spin and a piston-like back-kick sent his opponent hurling through the portal with a sickeningly wet crunch- the image began to flake, as if the feedback was slowing down. The scene forwarded several milliseconds and the image continued normally. Flourishing the blade deftly, the inquisitor initiated the flight sequence and leapt out of the cutter, a great green beam turning him into a silhouetted human cross as he fired off some unknown weapon.

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At this point, the recording became static before fading completely into the dark. Both adepts lowered their heads, and the connection was broken. The lights brightened gradually to the silence among the viewers. The gathered inquisitors looked to one another, until one chose to break the silence.

“Adept Merlain… I must ask, how is it that you came about this recording… this adept is in need of an apothecary, if his life has not already fled its vessel.” a woman with straight black hair said sharply. “Who is he, and how did he come to be in your possession? The inquisitor who recorded the message is not known to us, but we have heard of his name in passing…”

“Interrogator Arienne Maero,” the adept responded, “Inquisitor Veran spoke true in his final message- old attachments to the flesh are frowned down upon in our order… yet, I still hold some part, maintaining my original face and most of my body. I unfortunately defy my order further by also remaining close to my blood ties. This adept is my brother, Graeus Merlain. Brother in blood, brother in title, brother by association. Although he can no longer be saved, I would entertain the illogical desires of my humanity just this once and ask for revenge.”

Silence and lowered eyes greeted Adept Merlain’s semi-monotone, yet emotional petition. After several more moments, Estav spoke up again, addressing not only the Mechanicum, but the other inquisitors as well. “We are moved and I for one, will pledge my support to eradicate these so-called ‘Sons of Midnight’.” he promised, “but in terms of support, many of us are already embroiled in cases that will not allow us to move freely- and we cannot simply leave them suddenly. How do you propose we help you?”

The female adept stood silent and surveyed the group before responding, “You have all had contacts made in the field. Trustworthy individuals who would act as your own hands. I understand that you or your retinue may not be able to personally attend this matter- the fact that I was able to recall ALL of you to this location, at this time, is nothing short of incredible. Send your interrogators. Send your subordinate inquisitors. Send your contacts. It matters not what they believe as they do their holy work. Some of them may already be involved in this matter on Vanaheim or its vicinity without their knowledge… it is in your best interest to inform them before they are taken by the storm. If not for my vengeance, think of the Imperium.”

A message passed invisibly between the adepts, causing the adepts to turn their backs abruptly, the other body in tow. Merlain did not turn, but addressed the assembled inquisitors one last time.

“Our time here is finished. We must remove ourselves to avoid suspicion. I’ve taken the liberty of sending each of you an encrypted file of the recording to view at your leisure… and to send to those whom you entrust this mission. May your Emperor, our Omnissiah, guide your chosen swords to the heart of this corruption.”
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You still with me? Good. The story mentions several characters, mid-major Inquisitors who dispatch their contacts, and Inquisitor Veran… who is a miniature I created for a previous-failed campaign “The Promethean Hammer”. He’s just too good to skip out on, so his group (at least on my side) will be making an appearance in-story and in-game as NPCs!

Inquisitor Darius Alexus Veran



Agent-23


Other WIP agents for the =][=Men can be found here - http://www.dakkadakka.com/gallery/images-29151-11194_Wip%20%3Di%3D%20Munda.html

That's it for the first post- Vit should be posting here very soon as well! I should also have a modelling update later on this evening! Stay tuned, and welcome again to the journey!

-Remi (and Vit!)

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Bristol

I sincerely wish i had a majorly fluffy update with loads of cool pics and background to add as my first post, but i dont....

You'll have to content yourself with me.

We're working away on super secret classified rules and campaign nonsense, so stay tuned...


I should start cranking out fluff/ photoshops/ models after a couple of weeks, when ive finished my lsst labs of the school year.



Cant wait to see what youre brewing Remi!

Vitruvian
   
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That is once again, an incredible piece of backstory, Remi! I really admire your writing style - you get the technology and the gothic aspects in so seamlessly. I was gutted when The Promethean Hammer faded away, so I'll be watching this one closely. Exciting!

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The cold reaches of space

Scarper wrote:That is once again, an incredible piece of backstory, Remi! I really admire your writing style - you get the technology and the gothic aspects in so seamlessly. I was gutted when The Promethean Hammer faded away, so I'll be watching this one closely. Exciting!


Hey Scarper, thanks for stopping by! Appreciate the comment! Would it surprise you if I said I wrote that about a year ago?? Dead serious, too...

Trying to get back into it after not-digging into an Eisenhorn or Inquisitor book after a year is tough when it comes to writing fluff... I'm hoping the new stuff stands up to scrutiny. I should have an update later on tonight or latest tomorrow morning, fluff for my NEW inquisitor as well as model updates.

Also, thanks for the P-Hammer comment. Same here- I really didn't wanna shut it down , but the work was a bit too overwhelming for the crew. But Vit happens to be a firebrand like me... and with this blog, we can crowd-source too! So we're hoping to have working rules over the next few weeks.

Stay tuned!

-Remi

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Love it, I remember seeing these =][= men ages ago, looking forward to seeing what comes next. Psyker in a hovering wheelchair?

 
   
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Bruticus wrote:Love it, I remember seeing these =][= men ages ago, looking forward to seeing what comes next. Psyker in a hovering wheelchair?


LOL... nothing quite that cool. The =][=Men were an inspired piece to be sure. But I'm going a bit different with my new Inq. With all these cool threads both classic and new, like Migs' super threads, or newcomer Punk Moth, or, y'know, the guy who does Sparkticus' Pitslave Rebellion... This time, I went for more grimdark influence over outside influences (games/comics/etc.)...

Either way... hope you like this guy too! Incoming fluff-bomb!!



Salvation

The cell smelt of blood, sweat, piss… and fear. To any other, it would seem a charnel house, the gaping maw of a gigantic daemon: gore staining every available area of the small, plascrete holding cell. The ceiling hung with indistinguishable chunks of flesh, a testament to the dark deeds of the Inquisition.

In the far corner, a man in tattered rags crouched, covered in filth and blood. At a close distance, one could almost hear his inaudible whispering, a forlorn prayer to his patron, or any that would hear his pleas. On the opposite end, Interrogator Cristobal Montreaux stood silhouetted by the light- his imposing shadow vengeance and retribution personified.

“I’ll not ask again.” Montreaux said, his cold voice amplified to a sinister growl by his rebreather. “You’ve had your time, subverting our citizens, calling them to your ‘salvation’. He continued, “Now… bear witness your own- the Inquisition your deliverer.”

In response, the victim began to whimper and cry, or some combination thereof- the interrogator cared not. What did matter was that the fool was broken. The sound of his wailing was music to Montreaux’s ears. And what he needed from his prisoner would soon come forth like a blade through an artery.

“It… smhf… hngh… lord… “ he gibbered incoherently, “mng… hamma…”

Montreaux chuckled and sighed inwardly. Throne, I’ve sent him over the edge… The trauma was not permanent, to be sure, but he now realized he had destroyed his last lead, much as he had done with the previous five now staining the walls, due to his carelessness. Torture was an art, and today, he was not feeling particularly artistic.

He decided to end the game. Reaching behind his back, Montreaux revealed what looked to be an old, intricate cruciform-dagger. With a sharp flick of his arm, the cruciform’s bladed-head grew in length, the buzz-hum of barely controlled energy coursing through it as it became a ghostly serpent in his hand with a sharp crack. The prisoners eyes bulged in fear as he released his bowels again for the umpteenth time.

The interrogator glided across the cell room, the click of his heels silenced by the slicking bloody remains caking the floor, looming over the man like death itself. Arcing his electro-flail back, Montreaux had nearly begun to deliver his victim's judgement when he was interrupted by several sharp raps against the cell’s steel door.

“Interrogator… urgent communique from Estav. Your eyes only.” His accomplice said.

Montreaux lowered the weapon yet kept his eyes smoldering coals locked onto his prey. He stepped out into the holding area’s hallway where his partner passed along a vidpad prompting his passcode.

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ID: MONTREAUX
PASSCODE: ++XXXX-XX-XXXXX-X++

++//PASSCODE ACKNOWLEDGED//++

++STANDBY FOR TRANSMISSION++
++DECRYPTION INITIATED-STATUS-COMPLETE++


Cristobal,

Presence required urgently in Vanah Prime. Gather team- coordinates for face-meet to be provided en route. Highest priority. Leave immediately.

-Estav


++END TRANSMISSION++
++REPLAY: Y/N?++
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Montreaux reviewed the message several times over trying to glean any secret meanings with no success. His mentor, Inquisitor Siward Estav, had never sent a message quite as cryptic or vague as this was. Estav was extremely forthcoming with details, the security of network transmission through the Inquisition was not to be questioned. Yet, he did not use it… why? He would have to ponder this later, he thought, as he had an immediate task at hand. Handing the vidpad back to his partner, he walked into the room.

“…you’re free to go.” Montreaux said flatly to his prisoner. Confused at first, the man did not move, but intelligence returned to his eyes at the prospect of freedom, warily standing up as the interrogator stood to one side, gesturing towards the door. The prisoner took timid steps towards the exit, all the while holding eyes to the vicious-looking flail in the interrogator’s hand and hugging the opposite wall as if hoping to become one with the plascrete. He flinched as the Interrogator snapped his arm once again, and the snake-like flail retracted into the handle with a sharp hiss.

As the slapping echo of the man’s bare feet dimmed, and Montreaux motioned for his compatriot to come close. His accomplice, and impossibly thin man stepped up smartly, a pace behind him. “Lucan… trail him. Discreetly… Put this in his backside and rendezvous at Bell Point. We’ll be waiting for you.” He said as he tossed a slug round to the thin man.

“Viral? I near-choked when you said you’d let him go.” Lucan said with a half-smile as he admired the glass-tipped round’s sinister green contents.

“Poison one rat, and let it bring its sickness to the rest” Montreaux replied. “We have other work to attend to.”

--------FIN----------

Alright... now onto the good stuff!

This model is actually my THIRD attempt to find a suitable model to become an Inq. I wasn't confident in a 100% sculpt being out of the game so long, so I settled on using a Hordes Reeve Hunter. I wanted this one to have a feeling of "Castlevania", as the targets for this campaign are something like what the famed-Belmonts/Lecards/Morris/Belnades have faced in their respective universe.

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Started by not making him so.... wolf-ish. I cut/sanded the trim from the bottom of his cloak, three tails on his belt, and three additional tails on the back of his cloak.Also sanded down the detailing on his surcoat (under the chainmail) as well as this left-gauntlet hand.



This is where the Belmont-plan took a bit of a backseat to grimdark. I hate the tiny, scarred pin-head... decided to give him something a bit more menacing... and now he looks like Darth Malak.



Decided to change the double-crossbow into a flintlock/silver crossbow combiweapon... with chainbayonet.


And one last look at the GS repair work for the cloak, as well as the change in his left hand from full-plate to leather/plate combination.


Next on the list is to finish his CC weapon hand... and his CC weapon: the electro-flail... aka Vampire Killer... aka whip. Sometime after, I'll add a new tabard skirth thing to cover the wolf-tail remains, then put some purity seals along the side of it.

Anywho, that's it for me. Comments and critiques are always welcome!

-Remi

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Bristol

Love the fluff Remi, nothing better than a bit of viral warfare

And the conversion is looking to be shaping up nicely, good choice of base model, and the chain bayonet looks MEAN!
   
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The cold reaches of space

Vitruvian XVII wrote:Love the fluff Remi, nothing better than a bit of viral warfare

And the conversion is looking to be shaping up nicely, good choice of base model, and the chain bayonet looks MEAN!


Thanks! Couldn't exactly have him calling exterminatus down for just one measly guy... but I had to get him out of the planet somehow. Also considered getting the lead from that guy, but it'd be too much of a coincidence, being planets away. Fresh danger and fresh crazy for my Inq. Band.

And double-thanks for the choice of model... I said it before and I say it again- Privateer Press makes some great minis from it's 3 main lines for Inquisitors and Redemptionists. Just add a few grimdarkerizing pieces and the base steampunk models do all the rest.


Definitely need some help with the whip. Have some ideas coming through... just ranging from difficult to damn-near impossible.

1) Use jeweler's chain and slowly glue it into position (fragile, difficult to pose)

2) Use wire and GS (my preferred method, but consistency will be an issue, especially since I want to make "sections" of whip, like a mechadendrite)

3) Use wire and some sorta craft beads (... no idea - fit, flow and movement of the whip might become an issue)

Anywho, I'll keep researching. Something will come to my mind eventually.

-Remi

 
   
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Bristol

What kind of whip do you want it to be? Zinge Industries does some very good flexible wires/mechadendrites etc

http://zinge.co.uk/
   
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Holy crap... just looked into the site- the wire-wrapped cable looks really awesome! 1mm might be too small, but the 1.3-1.5 might work for the whip...

Will continue to research... thanks for sharing!

-Remi

 
   
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Bristol

Always happy to help

Zinge has some really innovative products, hes on dakka too, actually started from here iirc
   
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Mostly, on my phone.

Ooh, fluffy! Also, love where that conversion's headed!

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inmygravenimage wrote:Ooh, fluffy! Also, love where that conversion's headed!


LOL... thanks for stopping by! More fluff and backgrounds to come! WIP will probably be later tonight, as I did more work last night on the Inq, but didn't quite take my camera to work on an update during lunch...

Also, starting with my sharpshooter, Montreaux's partner in crime... the "thin man". He's really rough WIP, so no pics until probably after the weekend?

-Remi

 
   
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Great stuff so far Gents. Oi! Vit, get updating!

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Oi! I wish i could mate, im still right in the thick of uni

Got 2 weeks of labs stuck on me with little notice, all counting towards the next year. Not fun!
   
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Hello again! While Vit slaves away at his studies for the Adeptus Biologis, I’ve got a smaller update for today between late work and other family obligations. (wife insists I start watching an anime known as “One Piece”… pirates… kinda like Inq. Crews… maybe some inspiration lurking in there)

Anywho, a bit more work on Montreaux. Enjoy!

As I said before, I was turning the weapon into a pistol/silver-crossbow/chain bayonet monstrosity. The model itself originally comes with a double-mount cross-bow pistol/gun thingy. Chopped the bow-component in half and added it there… then used a bit of copper piping and wire to add a gun barrel.




From the front… here’s looking at you, kid.




There are still modifications to do on the weapon. I’d like to remove the “bolt” from the top of the gun, , probably sand it down a bit, and then use GS to possibly add a more flintlock-looking trumpet barrel. We’ll see how that goes, if it looks like it interferes with the crossbow on the bottom, then probably not. But still, add weapon sight with GS, might add a scope to the top… who knows?

And one final pic… the wire represents the basic flow of the whip. I’ve decided to give it a go with GS- the flexy wire is really nice, and I’m probably going to end up regretting my decision, but monetary/time limitations ultimately lead me to doing it this way.


You may also notice areas where I've got greenstuff patched around (for example, the cloak, right in front of his face).. that's repair work after I accidentally gouged it trying to scrape the area clean for the conversion...

Comments and critiques are always welcome! Thanks for stopping by!

-Remi

 
   
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Great stuff keep it up!

Let no man glory in the greatness of his mind,
but rather keep watch o'er his wits.
Cautious and silent let him enter a dwelling;
to the heedful comes seldom harm,
for none can find a more faithful friend
than the wealth of mother wit.

17th in World Wide War. (1st in VPs)

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Bristol

I dont think your wife forcing you to watch anime is a bad thing!

Stop putting me to shame! God i cant wait to be on holiday.

Hopefully this weekend should see some good progress on behind the scenes campaign stuff.
   
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Vitruvian XVII wrote:I dont think your wife forcing you to watch anime is a bad thing!

Stop putting me to shame! God i cant wait to be on holiday.

Hopefully this weekend should see some good progress on behind the scenes campaign stuff.


True that! LOL... no shame, I'm sure what you're going to come up with will wipe the floor with mine... especially since you've seen the "bar".

And no doubt- my cousin and I will be getting together tomorrow to playtest some rules- anything in particular you want us to look out for?

-Remi

 
   
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Bristol

Being as im 6 hours ahead, i'll have a long think tonight and drop you an email.

And dont be modest, everyone hates people fishing for compliments......
   
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Vitruvian XVII wrote:Being as im 6 hours ahead, i'll have a long think tonight and drop you an email.

And dont be modest, everyone hates people fishing for compliments......


LOL... fishing? Me?? Nooo... jus saying. I think my work is kickass- there. I've said it. But I'll also admit that watching other people work, I size it up, like, "Hmm... Vits' SoMs are gonna rip my 1K Sons a new one... both style and painting... or, Baiyuan's conversions are on a whole other level (as compared to my "crap")... and PDH... well, let's just leave that alone..." The list of names goes on and on, any blog here I've ever posted a comment to, I've absolutely, positively sized up. Like a d-bag.

-Remi

 
   
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Bristol

There you go! A bit of arrogance never hurt anyone

You're right up there with all those names bro, dont ever forget that.
   
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The cold reaches of space

Vitruvian XVII wrote:There you go! A bit of arrogance never hurt anyone

You're right up there with all those names bro, dont ever forget that.


LOL... yea, especially that Vit guy... ANYWHO... enough of this bromance-crap. Dead serious, I'm excited to see what you're going to come up with. Any chance you can get WIPs of your group's minis? I'd be excited to see them too (aka size them up too- threat within, threat without an all that... )

Any idea what kinda gang you're going to make? Inq? Admech? 'Stealer cultists...? (cue in MajorTom and Sigur's collabo-work...)

-Remi

 
   
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Bristol

Yeah i'll hound my players to snap some pics

Only a couple will actually put effort in though

Im leaning towards Inq, it definitely wont be admech (though they will be making an appearance at last in one scenario ).

I need to pin down exactly what the players on my end are gonna bring before i decide though.


I havent had any chance to flex my =][= muscles, yet strange as that may sound! Its been all admech from me previously.

Time will tell.
   
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Vitruvian XVII wrote:Yeah i'll hound my players to snap some pics

Only a couple will actually put effort in though

Im leaning towards Inq, it definitely wont be admech (though they will be making an appearance at last in one scenario ).

I need to pin down exactly what the players on my end are gonna bring before i decide though.


I havent had any chance to flex my =][= muscles, yet strange as that may sound! Its been all admech from me previously.

Time will tell.


- Just noticed that "Fervent Portuguese" LOL... awesome.

For sure - ask them "Macro" and under a good lamp, "No Flash". Should be decent enough.

Yea, I've noticed that about your stuff (not that it's a bad thing at all)- even SoMs have a lot of Admech influence to them. (yours, anyway- near-on Iron Hands...) But it should come in handy- I'm lost when it comes to adding the "grimdark-tech-steampunk" wirey thingies, more to mimic the =I= art that's out there. I should have more stuff tomorrow, as it's going to be a playtest/scenery-modelling hobby day.

-Remi

 
   
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Bristol

Look people, shiny banner......


0.o


Started writing fluff for my inq gang.

Lord Inquisitor Ignatius Camille is en route to the Vanah system.....

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Preston/England/United Kingdom

Very cool project guys.

HF - Montreaux is looking fine! His crossbow pistol is all sorts of ace.
   
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California + Philidelphia

this is going to be interesting, and im liking the modeling so far!

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Very interesting

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