"Burn. Burn the ship. Burn the pathetic weaklings with it, alive."
So this is it, my next "grande" project - a true scale Adeptus Astartes. Actually I'm talking about making a bunch of them, three renegade Red Corsair Astartes to be exact. With power hooks, eye-patches and fiery red armours... Yarrr!
The idea of making a true scale Space Marine has been lurking in my mind ever since I finished the first Horus Heresy book. It was Migsula's fantastic Alpha Legionnaire that gave me the spark to start this project. I'm quite sure that my Astartes will have a lot in common with them, what comes to the shape, size and the overall feeling of them (or at least that's where I am aiming to), after all, they have inspired me a lot ever since I first ran into them.
So once again I grabbed a pencil and started sketching...
My main goal was to try to render the hulking embodiment of the Astartes the way I see it. Their armours are very bulky, worn and scattered with trophies and ancient liturgies. Their heads are like small pins, pinnacles that over-emphasizes the magnificent frame of the Astartes. The massive fur coat of the first Astartes rims the figure, making the warrior look like a barbarian of the far future, something that I've always thought that the Astartes fundamentally were.
The second one is a brutal renegade with very stiff and proud pose. The off-chopped heads, wide chaotic blade, ancient pistol and long, dark hair give a nice regressive, barbaric impact. Some of you might recognize where the sword has been taken from.
The third one is pretty generic Chaos Space Marine with all the spikes, trophy skulls and grotesque helmet, but there's still a twist or two to find...
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It took me nearly one month to finish the first of the true scale Corsairs. This one is Ragal Gair, Champion of the Fleet, the harvester of skulls, rendered in to the miniature form with the help of the first of my illustrations. The hulking armour, seasoned and stained by the time and blood, gleams in deep red. Moist, freshly picked trophy skulls, pierced by the thorns of the shoulder guard, make a macabre altar of victory, drawing fat hungry flies to feast. The grotesquelly shaped power hook, in place of an arm lost long ago in a fierce boarding fight, whispers quiet hissing sounds when it moves in the will of its master...
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More angles,
WIP-shots and thoughts can be found in
Spiky Rat Pack blog...