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Lovely piece of sculpting work, cant wait to see what it looks like painted.
   
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Spectacular. Makes me think, it's time to introduce a terrain category to the Golden Demon competition (I know, they have a diorama category, but that's not the same...)



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Some pretty amazing work so far...

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I stumbled across this thread, and I must say that this is some amazing sculpting work! I am subscribed and awaiting updates!

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Top notch, Tinfoil! Glad to see some progress here!

   
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III.
“We will stand her here, on this hallowed ground.”

The man was growing more shrill each time he repeated the phrase, savant Eleq observed from the far end of the table. Briefly he considered interjecting. Technically speaking the ground could not be officially sanctioned as “hallowed” until the Ministorum had ruled on the petition for canonization.

But Eielon Joquille, Reliquarian Annointed, was in high froth and determined to press his point home. “Hallowed ground,” he repeated, enunciating each consonant with grim relish. “Here stood Filal, bound in chains, unflinching even as the foul beasts of the arch-enemy tore at him. Here, from this promontory, rose his last pious prayers to the Emperor Enthroned. And here, brethren, is where the great work must be built.”

The political ramifications were growing clear. Eielon would be speaking for the Arch Cardinal, as everyone around the table well knew. And Hiyl Thrasis was not a man to leave anything to chance. Probably he had already engineered Filal’s canonization. Plainly he had set his sights on this location for the Chapel Fortress.

Fleetingly Eleq wondered what Filal’s last words really had been. The savant had been party to hundreds of interrogations over the years, and heard more than a few last words delivered in extremis. None of them pious or full of anything like grace.

He glanced around the table. The Warmaster’s delegate, Lord Marshal Olomus Graere, was nodding emphatically. “The ground is suitable,” the soldier said, rising stiffly. “Defensible. Strategically sited. And of course symbolic. The Astra Militarum bow to the Cardinal’s wishes on this matter.” Upon which Olomus did just that: bowed in the reliquarian’s direction. A literal man, Eleq reflected.

Would the Liege Council weigh in?

The Governor was not putting in a personal appearance, of course. His Excellency Greigor Tsorson XXXVII, scion of a lineage said to trace back to Terra itself (or so the House scribes claimed), remained cloistered on a vessel somewhere in orbit above them, awaiting word of comprehensive planetary compliance.

Nor would the consiglierae of House Tsorson be in any great hurry to land. The boy was too young, and in any event far too valuable to display before reconstruction had been set securely in train.

In his Excellency’s stead the Liege Council had dispatched one of the child’s senior tutors, the chamberlain Affar Ellott, a wizened husk of a man interred in a casket of amniotic fluid cradled in a thick nest of data cables and logicae enginery.

Scarcely a dozen words had issued from that apparatus since the council had convened. None issued now. Evidently House Tsorson was willing to let the Ecclesiarchy have its way on this one.

A waiting silence had fallen over the table. Was it time to speak? Would his master rise in objection, the savant wondered, now that it was clear they would be opposing not merely the fervor of the reliquarian but, behind that, the looming will of a man as powerful as Arch Cardinal Hiyl Thrasis?

Against such imposing certainty what did they have to offer? Disquieting auguries? Ancient mosaics unearthed in caves wormed deep beneath the place? A strange taste in his mouth, like ash, and a ringing headache that had set in the moment Eleq had laid eyes on those disquieting images?

Beside him he felt his master give an imperceptible shake of his head.

That was it, then.

Later, as the pair made their way down the cliff path, he permitted himself to try one last time. “Is there nothing to be done?”

“No.” His master sighed. “No, I think not.”

“And the caves?” Eleq ventured.

“Seal them,” Inquisitor Ramulir said softly. “Fill and bury them and see that they are shut as tightly as lore can bind.”



I continue to pick and peck away at this project. Still working on the upper part of the tower, for the most part. The weather being mild and not too sunny today, I took the piece outside to get some pictures.



and


and


and


As you can see, I'm giving myself more rein near the top of the tower. By the time I'm done, the thing might end up looking like a volcanic eruption of daemonic energy.

Next step will be putting the ceiling/upper platform on the tower, then meshing in more warp-age. In the meantime, here's a look down into the tower...

... before I seal it off.

Thanks for looking, and for the kind words and suggestions.

   
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Awesome, looking forward to seeing what you do with the inside of the tower.
Also, I like the fluff snippets, really brings the piece into even more life.
It's certainly Chaotic, and I expect it'll dominate any battlefield you sit it on!

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Lookin good! You should change the name to: Fortress of Damnation.

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This is looking incredible. I'll be keeping an eye out for more.

   
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WOW! Please keep it up, this looks fantastic!!!
   
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Australia

Congratulations on being a Green Stuff wizard!

While the organic mutations are great it'd be cool if you were to consider traditional chaos iconography as well. Currently I feel there is a certain lack of spikes which I feel could look good running up the corners along the metal edging.
Though if that is not the look you're going for I'm sure whatever you have planned is still going to be incredible

 
   
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So how come did the Chaos infested the Dark Angels thing?

And where's a barb and chaos symbol?



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Fantastic work! I'm excited to see how it turns out. And how you'll paint it!

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I can't wait to see what you're going to do with the top bit.

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Lack of updates notwithstanding, this project has continued to fester and spread, slowly and silently, like a cancer. It’s time to look in on things, don’t you think?

I’ve been putting most of my work into the central tower of the fortress. First I fastened the four sides together….

Understand, daemonic possession is a messy business. Every soul inside the fortress has been clawed open from the inside. This savage, serial desecration has channeled vast, hideous, seething energies into the structure. Now the tower itself is starting to split open from within. Accordingly I had splayed open the tops of the towers a little. So I had to build a kind of scaffolding inside to hold up the roof. After warping the roof a bit…

… I set it in place…

… and set in with greenstuff.

And more greenstuff…

and more….


I realized at some point I was overdoing things. But I couldn’t stop myself. What can I say? The Ruinous Powers are ultimately responsible. I am merely a vessel.

So here’s an overview of the top:


And a few scenic “landscape” shots here.


and here.



So, yeah. I think I did kind of take things over the top.

Though believe it or not, I think the roof is still “playable” in a game sense.

In any event, I think I’d better stop now, and move on to other parts of the project.

Thanks for looking.

   
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If your painting skills are anywhere near your green stuff skills....THIS IS GOING TO BE EPIC!!!

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Definitely worth the wait - but more please!!
   
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I don't think you overdid it, the top looks excellent.

   
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*Looks at my Green Stuff work* *looks at your project*

GS Wizard....your skills must be used for the good of mankind
Keep up all the great work ...you single handedly inspired me to work on my GS skills...if i could only be half as good.
   
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... Just wow... Amazing GS work

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this is good stuff, if you wanted to be totally insane you should do a whole table and paint it with phosphorous paints and uv lights for lighting so you can play in the middle of a warp storm.

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Brilliant! I love how the infected tower looks like it is ripping itself apart.

   
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Love the green stuff work done on this piece, really looks like somethings bursting out
from within .
   
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You must be blessed by the powers of chaos. this looks amazing!

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Awesome! This will be a masterpiece )))
   
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I would put demons crawling out of the doors, or around the tower, or something. And a lot more spikes.

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 Unit1126PLL wrote:
 Scott-S6 wrote:
And yet another thread is hijacked for Unit to ask for the same advice, receive the same answers and make the same excuses.

Oh my god I'm becoming martel.
Send help!

 
   
 
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