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Hello fellow dakkas.

I thought I open a thread where I present my finished works. I am not the besteht painter nor sculptor but I try my best.

The first piece showcases a lone Wolf, Jorrik Snøwolf, getting rid of some Wardens of Light in the day the emperor gave order to purge one of his 20 Legiones.

The XIth was attacked galaxywide but the Main attack was conducted by the Ultramarines, Space Wolves and Wardens of Light.

The diorama was created AS part of the August arena challenge in the bnc.
























The Wardens of Light retreated onto the mountainside. The attack of the wolves had taken its toll. Both fast and menacing, the unprepared Wardens were cut down by heavy fire raining from the sky with the Wolves sinking their teeth into the survivors. Gilad and his squad managed to surprise some Wolves and overwhelm them, taking their weapons to replace their own that were long spent. From his squad, only 4 members had survived the onslaught. They escaped the city where the main attack had occurred, passing dozens of broken bodies of the inhabitants. Inhabitants whom a few hours ago were celebrating the arrival of the Wardens of Light and their civilizations integration into the Imperium of Mankind.
However it had all been in vain and their lifeless eyes sentenced the surviving wardens for their failure.
Gilad pressed forward hoping to hide in the mountains, evading the Wolves until they left the planet. It was a sliver of a chance but it was the only option they had....

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The Wolves had followed the Wardens trail, with every minute the pack drew closer, ready to end their prey. Jorrik Snøwolf was tasked to bring their heads to his primarch and always completed his tasks in full. A few metres above him the golden armor of those that had lost the way of the Imperium were finally visible. He activated his lightning claw and drew his sword from its scabbard, speeding up his pace until he was in full sprint. The banner bearer was the closest to him and Jorrik could already smell the fear of the soulless.
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Gilad turned and saw a giant in grey armor sprinting towards them. Besides the primarchs he was the biggest man Gilad had ever seen. With long strides the Wolf soon closed the distance between them. Brom the banner bearer was the slowest and first to fall. He turned around firing his boltgun towards the enemy but the giant Wolf leapt forward, plunging his sword into the wardens throat. With blood gushing from the grievous wound, Broms legs collapsed and the bearer fell to his knees, still keeping himself upright with the banner.
The wolf drew a colossal mace from his back and with a single swing struck brother Kane onto the rocks crushing all his bones. Brother Nengam fell right after, torn apart by lightning claw.
His brothers all fell in an instant and now Gilad was alone. He fired a salvo of shots with his bolt and plasma pistols but couldn't hit his pursuer. The Wolf hammered the mace into his chest crushing his ribcage, a second hit splintering the mask of the Warden and cracking his skull. Gilad perished with a final blow, the lightning claw piercing the Wardens armor and pinning the body into the snow beneath him.

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Jorrik Snøwolf knelt above his prey, waiting for the rest of his pack to arrive as there were more Wardens to hunt. And on that day the Wardens of Light were purged from history.

Epic man. Love the story and the diorama!

Awesome dude! I love the snow effects

THX both of you.

Witness the collapse of light
by the unheard screams of night,
woken by tears
in shivering fear
yet, your fate end is near,
perceiving you are not safe,
covering your eyes will not help
scream, scream and lastly
you will disappear


Finished^^ Say hello to Radas Arrawnt, Raptor Captain of the 44. Company of the 8. Legion.

It has been a long time since the last post bjt hobby time was short. Here the finished prime-ork I was working on. Customer ordered him basecoated. Unfortunately the color came out in flakes ( too old?) I decided to stick with it in the chest parts and now it looks as if he has lots of burnt skin and scars.

C&C are always welcomed

Here my second try to convert a primaris reiver into a mk4 truscale destroyer

But now the 3rd Destroyer of 5. This one was really coming a long way. I should speed my work up^^.

I present you Destroyer Nr 4. Not a blues brother.

Be prepared for Destroyer Legionaire 5. Without tonfas but with double the guns for triple the fun

...The orders were clear. Wait until the heaven burnes and then strike. Strike hard, Strike fast and show no mercy. Even as it goes against our very own.

The destroyer Isen Grim was born on terra and was a veteran of the great crusade when his primarch was finallly found and they changed the grey of war against the gold of light. Not satisfied with the new direction Gwalchavad led the Wardens of Light, it was easy for Guaire Amalasan to sway Isen Grim and his Comrades and unite them unter the banner of brother murder. When the time came to strike agains their brothers, his squad showed no mercy. With forbidden weaponry they struck their brothers from behind, silencing any resistance without remorse. Lending a bloody hand to the efforts of the Space Wolves in purging the Wardens of Light, the Destroyer Squads of the XIth Legions sowed death and terror. The Wolves were disgusted by the bannermen of Guaire Amalasan and would the great wolf had ordered it, they would have slain them. But the Order never came as those Wardens were under protection from Roboute Guilliman and Malcador the Siglite. No harm should happen to them. And after the purge the rebellious elements should find a new home amoung the XIIIth. However, instead of new glories they got another reward: They were forgotten and any memories of the Apostles of War and Wardens of Light were lost forever.
 

These look great!

Thx for the support.

And here is the next. Some know him as Immortan Joe, the Wardens of Light know him as Kjelleborn.

"The galaxy was a hostile place. Surpressed anger clouded his mind every time he thought about those filthy, disgusting xenos, stealing the worlds from humanity. Questioning the right of mankind to rule over the galaxy. It was a cold place, but he we would have burned every xenos to ashes if not for their newfound "father". You can't speak with xenos, you can burn them, blow them to pieces or let them taste the blade of you knife. You are wrong "father" and your grasp over the XIth ends tonight."

Kjelleborn prepared his equipment. Every time he thought about Gwalchavad, anger flooded him. He checked if he had enough ammonition, checked the grenades on his belt multiple times. He assembled and disassembled his boltpistols so long until he was satisfied with his weapons. Until the mechanical spirit in it was tamed and mechanics functioned fluidly. The knife in his sheath was sharper than ever. The Jumppack fit perfectly and every sensor was fully functioning. His brothers were calm as they raced through the atmosphere ready to jump of the landing ship several miles above the ground. He was never calm before a battle. He visualized his enemies and brought himself into the right mood, ready for the thrill of kill. When his special ammunitons pierce the enemies armor. He fought many enemies in his life. Orks, Eldar, techno barbarians, advanced human civilisations, human wartribes, mutants, and many more. The darkest time he remembered were the xenocides. Even on the brink of destruction they succeeded and even the most dangerous foe proved inferior the the Adeptus Astartes of the emperor. But this today they would fight against an enemy none had ever thought to meet in combat.

Peace? There is no peace among the stars, only endless war.

The signal was given and the Squad jumped out of the landing ship, the jumppacks howled and the Destroyers plunged into the sky,they saw the wardens fleet in battle against the fleet of the ultramarines. burning, with hot fire they plunged into the atmoshpere of the planet and set the sky on fire. But the look of the wardens of light shifted to the surface, ready to strike and slay their kin.

GUILTY



Breathing heavily, he leaned his back against the wall and creating with sparks with his jumppack as his legs gave in.
He put his Boltpistols in front of him on the soiled ground, took both hands to his head and removed his helmet.
The unfiltered smell of cold ash and hot metal penetrated now his nose.

It began to rain. The first drops landed on his long hair or bounced off his servo armor.
He turned the helmet in his hands and looked him over. The outer shell had a crack, the top cover was broken,
the communication module and medical sensors rendered useless. Careful, he put it next to his weapons.
He was thankful as the bolter rounds glanced of it. But that only delayed the inevitable.
He coughed and blood sprayed from his mouth. The armor wasn’t sturdy enough to protect him from additional rounds.
Holes, where ceramite should have been leaked blood and he suspected that several organs were injured.
He was not lasting another day in this conflict. And deep inside he was thankful that his role in this shameful deed found an end.

Today he killed countless men he adressed a few hours before as brothers. There was no honor if a brother killed a brother.
Still he followed his legion master. He followed the will of the emperor. But his blind obedience felt now like ash in his mouth.

He was guilty of the worst crime men could commit...

His vision blurred and he knew his time was running out. He took his boltpistols up, checked the cartridges,
and counted only one remaining bullet. Without looking, he put the cartridges back and straightened up.

He would not slowly bleed to death, he would py for his crimes.
The Destroyer took his boltpistol and put it on his temple.



“Guilty”



He pulled the trigger….



So, the third destroyer is painted and my little photobox arrived. Finally I can shoot decent photos of my mediocre minis^^.

C&C are welcome as ever.

Destroyer Squad ist finished.

Destroyer 4



Destroyer 5



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