The Black Legacy (Finale) - The Purge

Sully sat, propped against a cooling tower massaging her temples in an attempt to ease the searing pain behind her eyes. 

They had tracked the Kindred for several cycles, every time they thought they were close, the gang had somehow slipped away.

I'm getting old, she thought to herself. Her body was weary and her tiredness had manifested itself as a splitting migraine. She hadn't suffered from a headache like this for a while.....no, that wasn't quite true. The last time she had felt like this was in the presence of that detestable Interrogator Jared Blaine, but he, along with his Inquisitorial masters were long gone since the water supply had been infected. 

What had he said to her? Something about focusing on the pain to track its source.

She let out a derisive laugh, she wanted to forget about the damnable pain, not focus on it!

Sully closed her eyes and concentrated on the needle like sensation behind her eyes, the pain intensified to a  a searing agony which threatened to overwhelm her, to consume her every being. This is what a brain haemorrhage must feel like, I'm dyin....a voice echoed throughout her head interrupting her thoughts.  

She opened her eyes, convinced that one of her sisters would be stood there talking to her but the only thing near her was her pet snake Ezili. She closed her eyes again and redoubled her efforts, the agony returned once more but she stilled herself against the torment and followed the echoes that reverberated throughout her skull....GET OUT!....RUN!....FLEE!

Sully's eyes snapped open, she knew that voice, there was no mistaking it, she could even see his detestable, shit-eating grin in her mind's eye.  

"Time to get out of this hellhole." she said to Ezili, before rising to go find Brigitte.

Grand Vizier Theron opened his eyes and a malevolent grin spread across the Cult Adept's face. "Thanks for the message." he said to no-one in particular.

Chamberlain Pallinus

.....Among our chief weapons are fear surprise and ruthless efficiency..... excerpt, orator Pallinus

With the rise of the mutant population in Rockridge many of the cawdor gangers flock to hear the preachings of Chamberlain pallinus. His firey oratory driving them into a frenzy of retribution against the darkness encroaching upon the Emperor's chosen. 

The lion the witch and the warlord

The Ash Plains that span the distances between the Hive clusters are inhospitable to human life, they are however populated by many Hardy Beasts one of these is the desert liger. Ferocious predators able to rip apart entire settlements. These beasts can be broken by a particularly forceful leader.

 Of course it helps if you know someone with a particularly indomitable will able to subdue the wild animals with his mind alone.

Potamus - Coarseman of Rockridge

The Sump Swamp of Rockridge is a dank and dangerous place.
Dripping girders rise from its depths, their surface etched with the acidic slime trails of Sump Slugs. Strung between them lie the intricate webs of the lesser sump spider, its diminutive size more than compensated by a venom powerful enough to fell an Ogryn.
Flitting between pockets of Grappleweed, Stranglevine and Venomgorse, the heavy, stagnant air is filled with the sounds of buzzing Skeetas, some as large as a Goliath's head with a sting as keen as any stiletto blade,
Across its surface slither sump snakes large enough to swallow a man whole and leeches as long as a man's arm, their glossy black bodies bloated with blood. Where the toxicity of the sump swamp is too high even for these creatures, Sludge Jellies drift, waiting patiently to envelope and consume the unwary.
Beneath the murky surface, algae and rotting bio-matter keep everything from view, both dangerous and benign. A sudden burst of air bubbles could be a submerged girder settling or the rancid breath of a Sumpkrok on the hunt.
Despite these dangers, or maybe because of them, the Voodoo Dolls of House Escher call the Sump Swamp their home. But there is one creature that is so vile and dangerous that even the Voodoo Dolls fear it....Potamus, Coarseman of Rockridge!

White Scars WIP

Just thought I’d share a couple of pics my ‘bench mark’ White Scars terminator.

The Black Legacy (Part V) - Poisoning the Well

Fellon Black dragged his weary body out of the ducting. The Inquisitor and those cursed Voodoo Dolls had harried them at every turn. The Kindred had barely escaped from Prospector's Folly and the quarantine protocols established around the district had effectively ended their control of the territory.
The Kindred were far from finished though, they still had the crate of precious serum.
Fellon smiled as the water tower for the district of Payne's Labyrinth came into view...The Voodoo Dolls would rue the day they tangled with the Kindred.

Raven Guard WIP

I promised to share my progress with my new marine army so here are 2 models I’ve done up to act as samples of what each model in their respective unit will look like when finished.

Sirenmaw 'the Butcher' - Coarseman of Rockridge

"I crept along the Corridor, the darkness beckoned to explore.

Whispers echoed far and near, when suddenly I'm gripped by fear.

The scrape of metal on the floor, the sound of footfalls as before.

Portent's warning I ignore, and raise my lamp to see some more.

Butcher, cleaver, more I saw, His name he screamed was Sirenmaw!"

                                               excerpt from "The Coarsemen come"

A Christmas Miracle

I know it’s been a while so I wanted to share what I’m working on at the moment!

After being burned out rushing to get my Wolves ready for an event I’ve decided I want to take a change of tact for 2020. The Wolves are good fun but very one dimensional. There’s only one tactic which is ok but I want to see how I can do with an army which is more flexible and presents options to deal with most problems I’ll face.