Space Elf on Giant Lizard (WIP)

I finally dragged the giant lizard out from the bitz box along with some elf and eldar stuff to make a Dragon Prince for my exodites.

The first step; planning and the base. I rounded up a bunch of wood elf, high elf and eldar bitz to make the chair and rider. Sometimes I feel neurotic, sitting for hours digging in a box (which reminds me of my old lego box) fussing and swearing over a mini.

Yeah....the base is made from layers of plasticard. To keep things looking "eldar", all the lines are curved, nothing should be parallel or straight.

Awww, isn't he the cutest lil munster evar?
One piece at a time things are fitted, filed and refitted until things start to work.

Here is a close-up of the imminent Dragon Prince himself, based upon a guardian body (with shoulder pads removed) and high elf dragon rider arms and legs. Adding a brightlance to his axe, it turns it into a halberd of futuristic proportions.

The chair.

Here he is almost ready for the third coat of putty. Oddly, the putty was most needed on joins the were supposed to be joined, the converted rider only needed a belt.

I hope you like him, until the next time,
Ricalope.

Charon: Finished

It has been a while since my last post...sorry about that. I blame the Eisenhorn trilogy.

But, more importantly, Charon has been finished just in time for the Road Warrior monthly challenge over at Sheffield Irregulars. I am endeavoring to enter each month, it provides me with the necessity to finish at least one project a month, or a least a bit of focus project-wise.

After working on this project I realized that I need to build a triage centre, with stretchers, medical equipment and some wounded. As I am planning to build a modular trench-table, this mini-diorama will be incorporated into one of the sections.

But first i must finish the projects on the table; fester and the medic squad.

Until next time, be well.
Ricalope.

A Day In The Life Of: Lord Inquisitor Kaluha

Chaos

"Father, I am about to sin, I beg you for the Emperor's mercy." Inquisitor Kaluha asked from Confessor Smirnoff. They prepared within Bacardi's land raider, Invincible, to face the heretic Dragger and remove him from Odin Primary. Kaluha's strike force consisted of two squads of Stormtroopers and his personal assassin Samalander. The confessor had a unit of arco-flagellants moving in on the target, but he was present to keep an eye on the Inquisitor.

The arco-flagellants ripped through a squad of traitor marines and the stormtroopers engaged, Kaluha began his rituals. To the sounds of Smirnoff reciting the Benediction of Scorn, the Inquisitor reached into the warp with his mind. With practiced care, he activated the two daemonhosts, howling laughter ripped through the battlefield. The traitor marines paused, but only for a moment.

The Invincible was making its way to the Imperial chapel Dragger was hiding in. It had already scored numerous kills, one of which being a defiler. Stormtroopers were dying all around, but squad Delta had managed to destroy the chaos dreadnought at a grave cost. Unseen, the assassin had dealt a large number of kills before being dragged down.

The two daemonhosts, although bound to obey Kaluha, took their time to reach Dragger. The daemon Bukkakki was first to reach them, already oozing plasm from many wounds, and was cut down by the traitor's daemon weapon. Phalascio was next inside, catching the marines by surprise. Warp energies clashed on the top of the chapel and laughter echoed around the battlefield.

The Invincible had reached the base of the chapel, and in haste, Kaluha charged towards the chaos champion. He was aware of his mistake as one of his acolytes was launched into the chapel wall in front of him. A squad of berserkers had dodged the land raider and was assaulting his retinue. Cursing the blood god, he charged into them, smashing tainted power armor aside with his daemonhammer. The confessor was strick down by a flurry of power weapon attacks, rage welled inside the inquisitor. The marines were efficient, leaving none of his retinue alive, so he charged into the chapel alone after crushing the last of them.

Kaluha and Dragger met on the chapel's roof. Phalascio gave his master a curt nod as he appeared. The two lords struck each other, with daemonhammer and daemonsword, igniting warp-fires around them. The inquisitor was thrown through the ruins by the chaos champion, but his guard was left open. The daemonhost threw the champion into the warp and turned upon his last two bodyguards.

Inquisitor Kaluha awoke seconds after crashing through the floor. Bionics and stimm-injectors were keeping him alive at this point, all of the warning runes in his armor were glowing red. Above him, the bound daemon smiled, "it is over....Lord, lets go home."

Ambulance (aka Charon)

Charon, in Greek mythology, is the ferryman who carries souls of the newly deceased across the River Styx. The last rivets are set, and it is ready for primer.

Browsing the net, I found pictures of the M11-33, and found a few similarities. This was completely unintentional, but I did find it slightly odd.

Much of Charon is made from a Hellhound and a KZKT-537L tractor (Trumpet 1:35 scale), the rest is plasticard.

The stretchers were quite easy to do, using two lengths of plastic rod superglued and rolled in a strip of cloth, I was a little surprised.

The open back section is complete with spotlight, vapor tubes, canteens, extra medi-packs, stretchers, stands and an small operating theater.

This was one of the most plasticard-intensive model I have assembled yet, as far as small details are concerned.

I just like the concept of the operating table having leg, arm and neck clamps...

There is a deadline to finish Charon, as it will be my entry for the Sheffield Irregulars' monthly painting challenge: Road Warrior. Now comes the hard part.

That is all for today, be well.
Ricalope.

Warp Wednesday Fourteen: Post 100!

I didn't think it would come to this. One hundred posts, that sounds like some kind of milestone, so I have decided to do a Warp Wednesday. Today's topics: awesome people and the Inquisition (with pictures of the unfinished projects about the house).

As you can see, I have been delving into the latest Beastmen army book and taking this opportunity to re-base a couple units. In the bitz box there happen to be quite a few beastmen, so the metal ones have been turned into command, and "new" plastic ones sprinkled in each unit. The bases fit together in the unit like a puzzle, with half-buried skellies and hills across multiple bases, and each is numbered so they can rank up.

(ambulance)

Awesome people.

I am referring to you, and that guy over there. All the minions and readers. Bloggers, trolls, and (most importantly) the internet-roaming wargamers. This blog could not be as successful if it wasn't for all of you prodding me to finish projects as well as inspiring me to start new ones.

It is not possible to thank you all specifically, but know that I do. Please visit the links to the left to see what I mean, they are the definition of awesome.

The Inquisition.

It seems to be a hot topic right now; the question of the Inquisition codex(s), one, two or three? Well, if you are still reading this, you might be interested in my opinion (albeit from the radical side) so here it is. Three codexes. One for each Ordos, each with its own distinct Chamber Militant, as it is in the fluff.

Argument 1: They are too similar. So are the marine chapters, next question.
Argument 2: Too many Imperial codexes. Think about it, a Traitor Guard codex with radical Inquisitors and daemonhosts...that would more than even things out.
Argument 3: It screws up the "rotation". Good, the longer between rules changes the better . (I personally believe that more than one rules change every five years is excessive).

If they released the Inquisition in three codexes, I would have three Inquisition armies with lots of flavor and theme, a single codex would ruin that. And please, go read the Eisenhorn omnibus.

So here is to the health of the Inquisition, and another hundred posts! Cheers.
Ricalope.

Irregular Paintcomp: Gunslinger

April's Painting challenge I decided to convert one of my drop-vets to fit the bill.

He is a simple conversion, just the right bit for the right spot, nothing heavy, no chainsaw needed.

I don't think this is my best entry, but I will be endeavoring to enter every month, mostly as a paint exercise.

Cheers,
Ricalope.

A Day In The Life Of: Lord Commissar Owen

The vox barked with data-code, a transilator-servitor relayed the message into a monotone High Gothic. "Sector 12-b, four active data cores, recover." Sector 12-b was the point of contact with the traitor marines, Owen began issuing new orders.

Along with the Wolf Pack, a 609th veteran squad, he traveled up the polluted river ahead of the infantry line. His target was an enemy-held data core near the bridge, and his vox was reporting traitor dreadnoughts en route.

Using the chimera for cover, they began a firefight across the road, the Wolf Pack's plasma gunners keeping the marines out of combat. Reserves were being slow to arrive, and the vox was strangely quiet as platoon ivory attempted to hold the line. Often, lances of lascannon fire would strafe into the heretical machines, but it was not enough.

After brutal shelling and constant bolter fire Owen stood alone with Sgt Huckish. They blitzed across the street, and dived into the traitors with powerfists. Reserves began to arrive as Huckish and Owen bellowed Imperial prayers and smashed power armour, then the dreadnought arrived.

The last thing the Lord Commissar remembered was the sensation of flight until it was ended by what could have only been a building. The ogryn-servitors, who had seen their commissar sent flying, went on a killing spree. So enraged, they tore the dreadnought limb from limb, crushed the heretic techmarine, and finshed off the marines at the data core.

Even above the wail of a punisher cannon, and the death screams of a greater daemon, the remnants of platoon ivory could hear "Come play with Dolly!"

Transmission ends.

Non-Standard Transmission (possible traitor communique): <-w->

A Day In The Life Of: Lord Commissar Owen (Prologue)

Lord Commissar Owen was more concerned with the recent vox from Imperial High Command than the holo-display. The message was clear, and authorised by an Inquisitorial seal, but it worried him greatly. The Wolfram chapter had been declared traitors to the Imperium, mechanicus scans had affirmed heretec technology, and they were headed this way. It did not concern him that the traitor marines had broken through the PDF line, they ceased to appear on the holo-display minutes ago, what disturbed him was these were previous allies. Months ago, the 609th had defended an outpost from daemonic forces with the Wolfram's support. The battle had been brutal, but with the marine's prowess, the daemons had been forced back. Now they were the enemy.

Owen shifted his attention back to the holo-display, the Wolfram's column was moving into the city's limits, directly towards the sector he and his men defended. Opening a secure vox-channel, the Lord Commissar signaled platoon Ivory for contact. "All squads, Wolfram beckons warp, keep eye closed. Repeat, Wolfram beckons warp. For the Emperor."

Thumbing the activation stud on his belt, Owen bodyguard activates and assembles around him. The six massive servitors escort him towards the battle-line. The vox crackled with contacts sent in by forward recon.

Alfa-Pyro-01

Servitors are way to much fun to paint. Armed with a heavy flamer and treads, Alfa-Pyro-01 will most likely be attached to a command squad in my planetary defense force, or possibly follow an Inquisitor around.

Yup, just a quick post today, trapped rereading Eisenhorn....be well,
Ricalope.

Some of This, Some of That

I couldn't stand having this thing glaring at me from across the room for too long, so the other day I painted it. It has some good height to it, making it fit rather snugly into the city.

I used super-cheap paint, which made it look really good in some areas, but it clumped up (or hid) from others. Overall, for a terrain piece, it turned out pretty good.

It needed...more. To answer this I made up some banners on my computer, printed them off, singed, then glued.

I also finished off two more Imperial objective markers made from bastion bitz.

Oh, and this rabble is a handful of chaos marauders that got some paint this weekend. Yes, green torches, they do worship Tzeentch after all....
Until next time, keep breathing,
Ricalope.