Yeah, yeah, it's been a while. I've been busy, ok? Get off my case. Anyway, this little project has been wrapped up and a bow put on it. So let's talk about the centerpiece. Magnus the Red. Primarch of the Thousand Sons. The Crimson King. Champion of Tzeentch. Total sucker.
This model was a joy to paint. Detailed, gorgeous, I have no complaints. Except the nipple horns. Really, Games Workshop? WHY? Why nipple horns? It makes no sense. Oh, and much like the Chaos Spawn from last time, I added some ghosties to his hand and sword, because I like how it looks. Deal with it.
Saturday, September 22, 2018
Saturday, August 11, 2018
The Silent Host: Chaos Spawn
Ah, these guys. They were a pain to build. See. Normal Chaos Spawn look derpy. So I said to myself, "Greg, you wanted to paint some Primaris marines, and the person you play the most has like, three different armies of them. Why not make your own Chaos Spawn depicting their spirit being ripped out to serve you, rather than your opponent?"
So I did that, and it was a pain. Those ghosts? Would NOT stay together. Like balancing toothpicks on top of each other. And getting convincing-looking points where they could emerge from the Primaris marines? Annoying. So annoying.
So I did that, and it was a pain. Those ghosts? Would NOT stay together. Like balancing toothpicks on top of each other. And getting convincing-looking points where they could emerge from the Primaris marines? Annoying. So annoying.
Friday, July 27, 2018
The Silent Host: Heldrake - Yarak, Stooping to Devour
Those whom the shadow passes over breathe a sigh of relief, that some other mortal has been chosen to die for the delight of the once-man which motivates this twisted metallic demon.
Friday, July 20, 2018
The Silent Host: Raptors - The Jhatorat
Swooping down from the sky, jetpacks exhausting cold blue flame, the small, elite cult of Jhatorat assault troops are a remnant of the Silent Host's pre-Heresy days. Once, the Jhatorat formed only a portion of the vanguard of the Silent Host's strike forces. Now, only a single squad remains, four dusty automatons and a single sorcerous master, bound together by psychic might and undying aggression.
Friday, July 13, 2018
The Silent Host: Mutalith Vortex Beast - : Ammit, Gnawing Souls
The horrifying, mind-wrenching Chaos beast Ammit lurches across the battlefield. Raking claws, lashing tentacles...Mere physical threats pale before the writhing vortex of pure Chaos energy which emanates from the creature's back. Bolts of aether strike out, morphing and slaying whatever they touch.
Oh, man. This model was really fun to paint. Also really tedious. But mostly really fun. Mutalith beasts are beings of pure Chaos, so getting to go wild with weird color schemes was amazing. Unfortunately, that means I don't entirely know what colors I used to get what effects...
Friday, July 6, 2018
The Silent Host: Scarab Occult Terminators - The Sekhmet
Friday, June 29, 2018
The Silent Host: Rhino-Class Vehicles
As the Rhino-class transports Nascentes Morimur and Memento Mori rumble across the battlefield, they are supported from afar by their Predator-class cousin, Omnia Mors Aequat. Once the Rhinos reach their destination and disgorge their deadly payloads of Rubricae, the Predator tank turns its undivided attention to crippling enemy emplacements.
Friday, June 22, 2018
The Silent Host: Cultists - The Saqqrati
Cultists. The great unwashed masses of thralls in servitude to the Silent Host, children of lost Prospero who fight and die in the name of a planet they never knew. Their duty is death, their strength is numbers. Bolstered equally by belief in a shining afterlife and fear of their masters, the Saqqrati are the last link to humanity the Silent Host possess. This fact does not spare the Saqqrati from being fed to the meat grinder of war.
Sunday, June 17, 2018
The Silent Host: Rubricae - The Saqqrmose
Rubricae. Ghastly automatons, dust and spirit trapped eternally within a sealed armor shell. Led by aspiring sorcerers of the Silent Host, Rubric Marines stride forward across the battlefields. Unnatural silence accompanies their advance, even the explosive fire of boltguns muffled by the pallor which surrounds these liminal beings.
Rubric Marines are gorgeous models. They're also incredibly frustrating to paint. All the detail of an HQ unit, but the numbers of the Troop choice they are. Let me tell you, once you've painted thirty of these spooky bois, you won't want to paint any more.
Friday, June 8, 2018
The Silent Host: Forgefiend - Taharqa, Baring Fangs
I didn't take in-progress pictures for this model, as I'm trying a different approach. Additionally, I'd like to note the recurrence of my color philosophy. Black is a color reserved for units which were present at the Burning of Prospero. All Forgefiends postdate the Horus Heresy, and thus, Taharqa does not wear black.
Friday, June 1, 2018
The Silent Host: Contemptor Dreadnought - Heraclitus the Red-Handed
Interred within the mighty walking tomb of a Contemptor-class Dreadnought chassis, the warrior once known as Heraclitus the Red-Handed rages against the dying of the light. Unleashing simmering resentment at being denied the peace of death upon those who oppose the Silent Host, Heraclitus is a force to be reckoned with. Here's how I painted him.
Friday, May 25, 2018
The Silent Host - New Warhammer 40K Project
This is a bit of a prelude to a new project I'm going to be working on. I'm about 1/3 through painting a Thousand Sons army for Warhammer 40,000 and decided I'd like to chronicle the painting process. What's below is the overall background of the army, which informed my color choices, as well as the theory behind those colors.
For context, the Thousand Sons were a legion of soldier-sorcerers who fell to Chaos (the baddies) and now wander the galaxy fighting all manner of aliens, as well as the Imperium (the less-baddies).
For context, the Thousand Sons were a legion of soldier-sorcerers who fell to Chaos (the baddies) and now wander the galaxy fighting all manner of aliens, as well as the Imperium (the less-baddies).
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: "Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of
all."
Monday, April 30, 2018
Friday, January 12, 2018
POEM: Back-Country Prophecy
I see my life
In the broken-down, sway-back farmhouses
Of the Minnesota backcountry,
Out where no one travels
And only ghosts reside,
Murmuring might-have-beens.
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