The Silent Host: Magnus the Red, The Crimson King

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.

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.

The Silent Host: Heldrake - Yarak, Stooping to Devour

Diving precipitously from the sky onto unsuspecting prey, Yarak unleashes gouts of baleflame and rends with dreadful claws. Its cry is the shriek of tortured souls, the shadow of its wings the cold chill of death.

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.

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.

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.

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.