tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32230494686046053272024-03-16T14:09:54.769+13:00Chucking MonkeysPertaining to and concerning the hurling of primatesMonkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.comBlogger233125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-4889811236603318602022-06-03T13:26:00.001+12:002022-06-04T22:04:27.460+12:00Skullduggery<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIBoqKeTLZoHjS_q6vN5qliGcAqpRHlgib1gsgLfnT1b7z6Bfkp_Xro8hqH5JIzuvg2Y0baLO9EE5Umi3oY_18GbGxRkUJo-7anCdL89Bw8rW9Z4soi3o_UnwwSCAj9Rr-w7Rl5PCCZTjm2OapSnsUzm3DcHsrqdD840KLoyPe6GEf73x0-duSDcf/s870/dantattoo2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="870" data-original-width="717" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIBoqKeTLZoHjS_q6vN5qliGcAqpRHlgib1gsgLfnT1b7z6Bfkp_Xro8hqH5JIzuvg2Y0baLO9EE5Umi3oY_18GbGxRkUJo-7anCdL89Bw8rW9Z4soi3o_UnwwSCAj9Rr-w7Rl5PCCZTjm2OapSnsUzm3DcHsrqdD840KLoyPe6GEf73x0-duSDcf/w330-h400/dantattoo2.jpg" width="330" /></a></div><br /><p>This time, I blame my hobby inactivity squarely on FromSoftware's magnum opus: 'Elden Ring'. </p><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>Assassins Creed, Cyberpunk, Fallout, Skyrim, Horizon Zero Dawn are all ruined. If I play them again, I will inevitably start drawing unfavourable comparisons about how open-world games should be designed. Only Breath of the Wild and Subnautica can stand up to this juggernaut for me. Odd really, because I'm not a fan of 'Souls-like' games and threw away the original <i>Dark Souls</i> in disgust after only a few hours. <div><br /></div><div>In fairness, there's a lot of bullshit in Elden Ring too. I am now very familiar with the term 'input reading' for example<div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcORoRivwgyw02BEdKnhNT72CDkgX_qLTKxldHYLUGoe6OUQBg0P0Rt5FxzVrypNborvjiDCocG77tbm4VqZPPRT2dN3abrFYNV89j8gp7lwDyhKSWsZpiN9vZcTb63OMc82y0gGXzv0VAjGlgpwohBDJD6UW8Pk7Qpo9a-07IR1xAdjRJWuUis1l/s826/eldenring1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcORoRivwgyw02BEdKnhNT72CDkgX_qLTKxldHYLUGoe6OUQBg0P0Rt5FxzVrypNborvjiDCocG77tbm4VqZPPRT2dN3abrFYNV89j8gp7lwDyhKSWsZpiN9vZcTb63OMc82y0gGXzv0VAjGlgpwohBDJD6UW8Pk7Qpo9a-07IR1xAdjRJWuUis1l/s16000/eldenring1.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">'Fashion Souls'. I'm a sucker for a new shield or hat.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>It consumed my waking hours for about a month. I was a willing victim. I eventually managed to slay the Elden Beast by employing multiple cheese strategies simultaneously. Then I rolled a pure melee <i>Wretch</i> character and did it all over again like a real masochist. Not bad for an old git who's first video game was <i>Frogger </i>on the Atari 2600. I strongly advise breaking up with your girlfriend/divorcing your wife <i>before</i> purchasing this game. It's going to happen anyway so you might as well save time and annoying interruptions. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZ81Tw0L0v7TNM6ahV12ebFOd0ojdJljXr5ggRJCuT53xYBJWCSz8TguHvXrbSTK9xr4VPvjw9rKqZzYX3E_IYWX-2SKGf16pvHfrwJDUvbJidBDwi6y5zf8R9qxRTWOgkM2otRu_YjZlKLN51kAT_Rf6HhwKZsfAOkRcDaK7i5FI2DmwRg4gu1pZ/s1260/eldenring3.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1260" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZ81Tw0L0v7TNM6ahV12ebFOd0ojdJljXr5ggRJCuT53xYBJWCSz8TguHvXrbSTK9xr4VPvjw9rKqZzYX3E_IYWX-2SKGf16pvHfrwJDUvbJidBDwi6y5zf8R9qxRTWOgkM2otRu_YjZlKLN51kAT_Rf6HhwKZsfAOkRcDaK7i5FI2DmwRg4gu1pZ/w640-h438/eldenring3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I did a bit of drawing too but that hardly counts. My son asked me to design a tattoo for him. He has reached an age where many Kiwis decide to brand themselves and there's a fine tradition of it here in the Land of the Long White Cloud. I never really wanted to get one myself. I'd only pluck up the courage to get a tattoo whilst blind drunk and would almost certainly choose something innappropriate and regrettable. A barcode on the back of my neck perhaps. Or an anchor on my upper arm with the word 'Mum' underneath. Just to be ironic.</p><p>Knowing that I'm not a fan, my son adopted a subtle approach, "Yo Dad, you're into 40k right? So you know a lot about painting skulls?" </p><p>This kind of bald flattery spurred me into designing the skull in the title picture of this post with the family motto down the side. It was only when he said that he wanted flowers in it that I struggled. Grimdark skulls? No problem. Skulls with roses? That's out of my comfort zone man. I'm not even sure he likes it. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbdHvlS9zh2rf8VRIeIrYUrSbFwkcMy8XFnsFp9fQJoloVYyqR_llpnk-4fUuTIY59X8nUuFtQvPusD4MJ4h49PUbI91Z2pXvPkOj3jd6bfEfayDfg1OdyULcsRgly7tYIxN7A3cROpXKEV56C0WQhFbTJ1Zrp2iYNXMMf6P8dYDPvkN4_zS0ICKiN/s2553/usable0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1937" data-original-width="2553" height="486" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbdHvlS9zh2rf8VRIeIrYUrSbFwkcMy8XFnsFp9fQJoloVYyqR_llpnk-4fUuTIY59X8nUuFtQvPusD4MJ4h49PUbI91Z2pXvPkOj3jd6bfEfayDfg1OdyULcsRgly7tYIxN7A3cROpXKEV56C0WQhFbTJ1Zrp2iYNXMMf6P8dYDPvkN4_zS0ICKiN/w640-h486/usable0.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>So, anyway, on to actual hobby. I started work on this project ages ago but it never got traction. I converted a munitorum container as soon as they came out. I also bought several packs of Citadel Skulls and it seemed natural to combine the two. I really liked the <a href="https://monkeychuka.blogspot.com/2018/09/brother-halar-gets-makeover.html" target="_blank">result</a>. In fact, it seemed a little too good to be used as a piece of scenery. I later picked up a box of Flying Monkeys (<a href="https://www.games-workshop.com/en-GB/Adeptus-Mechanicus-Pteraxii-2020" target="_blank">Pteraxii</a>) and thought it would be nice to model one kicking open the hatch to reveal a small mountain of grim cargo.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXJDBO3OB6p3_KB5wI_-f_saPY0TmsrENtp04oxcUO-C4dAd5zr4c-0ykH8d1rLrL2LyjNDC-dj12COv3RzP5Py_myQDclRsFlTVcEyVURi51CyuT2gyhfFz1gk_acb41BlCx6y5DGAbNN40egTtv-PyVx7hQahMl5Cr4_LFIfW_pORX8sPWt31Ffl/s876/usable1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="876" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXJDBO3OB6p3_KB5wI_-f_saPY0TmsrENtp04oxcUO-C4dAd5zr4c-0ykH8d1rLrL2LyjNDC-dj12COv3RzP5Py_myQDclRsFlTVcEyVURi51CyuT2gyhfFz1gk_acb41BlCx6y5DGAbNN40egTtv-PyVx7hQahMl5Cr4_LFIfW_pORX8sPWt31Ffl/w640-h564/usable1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>But the wings reminded me that I've always wanted to have a crack at converting one of my favourite Dan Abnett characters. I'm not going to say exactly what, just in case I bollox it up. Then I can pretend its a Sicarian Ruststalker or something. It's not a playable character in 40k anyway.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXnu7SSdMwak_cDxeru6drd_gl9m_qZ2Apyy0UX-fyJ48o9BUTDQU580fP99YA8fDtXBCsUm9DdjkutsR0LS9F9_OzKv4Djo56eItIXTBOTl54kYwLhtO0xGC5B1HYhCr3Uj_JK2-wgDBeQ1inVZAhBT0P1UZfX2YC-Qh6465NR087R5bCX8v59HS/s1259/usable2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="1259" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXnu7SSdMwak_cDxeru6drd_gl9m_qZ2Apyy0UX-fyJ48o9BUTDQU580fP99YA8fDtXBCsUm9DdjkutsR0LS9F9_OzKv4Djo56eItIXTBOTl54kYwLhtO0xGC5B1HYhCr3Uj_JK2-wgDBeQ1inVZAhBT0P1UZfX2YC-Qh6465NR087R5bCX8v59HS/w640-h472/usable2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The swords were originally from Ruststalker/Ranger kit and after <a href="https://monkeychuka.blogspot.com/2022/02/diddly-squat-uary.html" target="_blank">slashing my thumb open</a> trying to modify them I gave up and used some fantasy versions from the Age of Sigmarines. (Mortis Engine I think. My bits box is more of a bits 'pile' these days)</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-PxBmpyvo1_ADx6kA6ZIbTXqvFHUUgOh1DuiNt-KDUlEcw7sifaWybt0drErFn-etiNWHz0gDaxktqbzHr-45td0m7Ei-kQ9Oh-VSvmFBmFmj9q664ebcEoJMU5xvSwN5a-vdNbAbzSf-VVtH0f4yQX6z66hqvrEsYHl7NlA3k1kj6rPayuNKMODD/s1076/usable3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="809" data-original-width="1076" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-PxBmpyvo1_ADx6kA6ZIbTXqvFHUUgOh1DuiNt-KDUlEcw7sifaWybt0drErFn-etiNWHz0gDaxktqbzHr-45td0m7Ei-kQ9Oh-VSvmFBmFmj9q664ebcEoJMU5xvSwN5a-vdNbAbzSf-VVtH0f4yQX6z66hqvrEsYHl7NlA3k1kj6rPayuNKMODD/w640-h482/usable3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>After destroying a perfectly good Plague Marine, I realised that I didn't like the helmet so poor old Mistweaver Saih was decollated and utilised. She is basically a lump of misshapen plastic now. Oh well, it's not like I played Silver Tower more than once. </div><div><br /></div><div>The arms are spares from the Tech Priest Dominus. (gotta love that kit)</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfxIwh4C9WypUEY6d0o2XqFB4YJhqn0pPi8teMbgLavDiSQ9x6wRRBan37X12BLu-me6GW4NJiboeSXSggtCkob8Ac_qzNh29Ov0zVw5CCuCKl0yKvqWsMv0Pnd1lWEoYngnJnXoEbw-vmRxz1oMhTZnFGchx6x0V6shnxkl8b2S1UkEJBb1pR5Z9/s3476/usable4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3476" data-original-width="3008" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfxIwh4C9WypUEY6d0o2XqFB4YJhqn0pPi8teMbgLavDiSQ9x6wRRBan37X12BLu-me6GW4NJiboeSXSggtCkob8Ac_qzNh29Ov0zVw5CCuCKl0yKvqWsMv0Pnd1lWEoYngnJnXoEbw-vmRxz1oMhTZnFGchx6x0V6shnxkl8b2S1UkEJBb1pR5Z9/w554-h640/usable4.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I quite like him at this point. I think I'll concentrate on painting the figure before moving on to the munitorum container. I put some Chaos hatches on the top and the whole thing is a rush paint job. Definitely only '3 colour ready' at the moment. I should probably try out some weathering on it too.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_HNKanFQq85DFMVF8M2nrSkbpfF5aNtK4P1qA0v5-ZEUvk6mtxrGy5T6Xqpa8hHZUwZg0bUbnncQtdODt4ApEfJIQaA_eMJh9-7KM2dVyvfwaSciuN_m12CsQZFEZ0WQ6uWHHaDM_Cd9mp0vRWfWhF8tzk3J_jLXQp3VOaPnBw2PRZg_DuK2a9O4/s817/usable5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="817" height="576" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_HNKanFQq85DFMVF8M2nrSkbpfF5aNtK4P1qA0v5-ZEUvk6mtxrGy5T6Xqpa8hHZUwZg0bUbnncQtdODt4ApEfJIQaA_eMJh9-7KM2dVyvfwaSciuN_m12CsQZFEZ0WQ6uWHHaDM_Cd9mp0vRWfWhF8tzk3J_jLXQp3VOaPnBw2PRZg_DuK2a9O4/w640-h576/usable5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p></div></div>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-40299464344116442462022-03-08T19:42:00.012+13:002022-03-10T15:30:13.059+13:00Squaduary - The Director's Cut<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihm-asvuv3xxxclwjV-CSL6_Il5kptdvHo4ftl0ka2Jm9FZjKZZAI4_kgCYODOUVN1sdxehj6Qc5XYC1YjV9X0nHqcYNw3NiXScqW5A5DtVeW7gQXLPUpEkygapg74XraeWu5T2x0xYf7u5a9p8Yp8pLc9MCupkDFI-4fud8A_6qd2gflCkgfbS4Ga=s1152" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1152" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihm-asvuv3xxxclwjV-CSL6_Il5kptdvHo4ftl0ka2Jm9FZjKZZAI4_kgCYODOUVN1sdxehj6Qc5XYC1YjV9X0nHqcYNw3NiXScqW5A5DtVeW7gQXLPUpEkygapg74XraeWu5T2x0xYf7u5a9p8Yp8pLc9MCupkDFI-4fud8A_6qd2gflCkgfbS4Ga=w640-h461" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>Jandalf sat back smiling. He never really felt like he was being a proper wizard unless he was meddling in other people's affairs and the current situation had him in a very good mood. He was seated at a table in the tap room of an inn, with four relatively famous adventurers, all talking animatedly. The inn served an excellent ale and much of it was free for the brave souls who had volunteered to fight for village. The party of five drinkers would soon have to think about turning in for the night because they had an early start tomorrow. The Tomb of Terrible awaited them just a few short miles away and Jandalf had pledged himself to vanquish the evil sorcerer who had taken up residence. He been pressed into swearing an oath before the village elders to that effect. This was performed with a ritual goat sacrifice at their temple and involved all sorts of unguents and chanting. The curse they had bound upon him, should he decide to forfeit, was particularly unsavoury. His current companions had refused the 'pledge' but remained enthusiastic about the prospect of loot and violence. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlY4KuWPOWENjrkqWrjbI4nlaipYlNKhsGIkOEEo4eUFzf0DxG9zD5_afNdHk_PCUpf7mQXf8yYQBin4rkoaYo3cUk-abDoERhLZi98BNGQ_Z1AGP6Gz9fxmoi-AQ5eVxdhM5tMeymu8rX2_9ihKTRt2LFB21UAvEPACLCiM8WkI4N6FlMboLBMSVT=s1350" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="936" data-original-width="1350" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhlY4KuWPOWENjrkqWrjbI4nlaipYlNKhsGIkOEEo4eUFzf0DxG9zD5_afNdHk_PCUpf7mQXf8yYQBin4rkoaYo3cUk-abDoERhLZi98BNGQ_Z1AGP6Gz9fxmoi-AQ5eVxdhM5tMeymu8rX2_9ihKTRt2LFB21UAvEPACLCiM8WkI4N6FlMboLBMSVT=w640-h444" width="640" /></a></div><p>The evil sorcerer in question called itself 'The Mouth of Saurbong' and was said to be a powerful aberration known as a '<a href="https://monkeychuka.blogspot.com/2022/01/wendy-im-home.html">beholder</a>'. This vile creature had been terrorising the surrounding countryside with its cohorts of undead zombies and skeletons. Many of which were the unfortunate re-animated corpses of unsuccessful adventurers sent out in the first wave to explore the tomb complex. Such trifling rumours didn't concern Jandalf. He felt like he could take on anything with his team beside him! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZSACZ1MtHgrkMCL5eVTcRGP6kFGvAPrIbs9Td76Br51CE_4EWcUxgxcUeXAIPmzGbROBiN0tKIsOwNU5Glms-xCCcUZDNfkUGSsrXqIo5W4-r1q7Cuf_ty7zFfiEASCMmm6pbUvEjLxQzOMbNye9bNmvQxCxd4EoIxIXIK80FJZQfSeWEGOww1ADA=s1211" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="955" data-original-width="1211" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZSACZ1MtHgrkMCL5eVTcRGP6kFGvAPrIbs9Td76Br51CE_4EWcUxgxcUeXAIPmzGbROBiN0tKIsOwNU5Glms-xCCcUZDNfkUGSsrXqIo5W4-r1q7Cuf_ty7zFfiEASCMmm6pbUvEjLxQzOMbNye9bNmvQxCxd4EoIxIXIK80FJZQfSeWEGOww1ADA=w640-h504" width="640" /></a></div><p>He had put out the call and it had been answered. Verdaine the Druid from the Semi-Mythical Forbidden Grove (since she was proof that the Grove existed, she was reluctant to use 'mythical' as an adjective). Barb the Barbarian from the sparsely populated Hinterlands. (It had been the heavily populated Hinterlands before Barb lived there). The notorious Waaagh the Bard who had single handedly ended the Second War of the Orcs by performing 'Ninety Nine Heroic Brews on the Wall' for the human King in his royal court. (The king had decided that any race who played that badly weren't worth conquering). And then there was Wendy the diminutive Warlock who just sort of turned up. At first, no one had the heart to turn her away, she was so endearing and eager to please! By the time they realised she was a psychopath, they were all too scared to ask her to leave. But that could just as easily work to their advantage. Jandalf was a firm proponent of fighting fire with fire. It was all going to plan! This final gathering at the local inn 'The Prancing Pwnage' to lay down their plans had made him sure of it. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj49-HHcWl-kB4INO1p0eyL2OSD9Ik6VXpk4ZtQSl8SHcFqoTjHaR9Cgy9wIl86ti-Zvukwz6yPYbg16pqoeLaQOfJEPtsGSIb3V0fkXOkdCHUfORL2X0JXTCIIoq5wbQQLHoGEVPUas3eWNXVo0YnaEUUrTQsatIF9Vc9RtEYUu4rFBDvHrx2VtOUj=s1305" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="1305" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj49-HHcWl-kB4INO1p0eyL2OSD9Ik6VXpk4ZtQSl8SHcFqoTjHaR9Cgy9wIl86ti-Zvukwz6yPYbg16pqoeLaQOfJEPtsGSIb3V0fkXOkdCHUfORL2X0JXTCIIoq5wbQQLHoGEVPUas3eWNXVo0YnaEUUrTQsatIF9Vc9RtEYUu4rFBDvHrx2VtOUj=w640-h436" width="640" /></a></div><p>Jandalf's musings were briefly interrupted by shouting from a nearby table.</p><p> “Landlord! get me a bucket, 'cos I'm gonna be sick”. </p><p>He glanced over and saw a trio of heavily armoured warriors in the corner. They were playing some sort of bizarre drinking game. Jugs of ale had been lined up at one end of a table and they were trying to bounce an eyeball off the table and make it land in one of the jugs. Jandalf sincerely hoped the eyeball wasn't human. Or any anthropoidal species for that matter. </p><p>The bartender called across the crowd, “A bucket for my good sir!” </p><p>The man who had requested the bucket, huge and bald headed, leaned against the wall and began breathing heavily. </p><p>“And perhaps the cleaning lady!” the barman added.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHOofjWzd-uZacAgezynqMjNMbrwktMuZe76XhcdzzCuHTam06wGXTVjSQUQEPnHtNwXKe-gj3XcA3kGe3wbihZjjfmGWoYpKDVLNZA5t0NaiKYeP3UWyBng-aOUSyh8SV-OIuidseUQQ9d9YFwdD--W2QeBoH_jB5FzhhVwuPU-0cRcI2nhtPeNyY=s1778" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1778" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHOofjWzd-uZacAgezynqMjNMbrwktMuZe76XhcdzzCuHTam06wGXTVjSQUQEPnHtNwXKe-gj3XcA3kGe3wbihZjjfmGWoYpKDVLNZA5t0NaiKYeP3UWyBng-aOUSyh8SV-OIuidseUQQ9d9YFwdD--W2QeBoH_jB5FzhhVwuPU-0cRcI2nhtPeNyY=w640-h324" width="640" /></a></div><p>Jandalf had, of course, heard of the infamous '<a href="https://monkeychuka.blogspot.com/2018/11/up-chucking-monkeys.html">Stormsinger's Curseflingers</a>', an unsavoury band of wandering sellswords and ne’er-do-wells. The three of them were quite raucous and had hogged most of the attention at the bar during the evening's festivities. Apparently, they were going to save the village too, but Jandalf didn't believe a word of it. A ghastly bunch of thugs. No one knew where their leader, 'Anal Stormsinger' hailed from but he was said to have a terrible temper and no good reputation. His accomplices were equally brutish. The woman known only as 'The Morrigan' had a strained look about her as if she was being clenched somewhere vital. The other accomplice, ‘Seamus the Disarmed’ was spewing messily into the newly arrived bucket.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1vtAXznucxPLvMk0vf0Q6uyv2dF--x1uRFpttKVfb_OR1LsKSAHxhiZElQU30ctY4qaZBhyfUbqkynYzMkdK7OnDxvK3tMMtlO7ESHYnz43k0jy4MwMxy3BcqBRmWS_i9kT5Wvn3xgP28d52uvOm7o8ocRjvtR2nhnMangKU9MtjxpcMleYQsHpO6=s1619" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="921" data-original-width="1619" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1vtAXznucxPLvMk0vf0Q6uyv2dF--x1uRFpttKVfb_OR1LsKSAHxhiZElQU30ctY4qaZBhyfUbqkynYzMkdK7OnDxvK3tMMtlO7ESHYnz43k0jy4MwMxy3BcqBRmWS_i9kT5Wvn3xgP28d52uvOm7o8ocRjvtR2nhnMangKU9MtjxpcMleYQsHpO6=w640-h364" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>“Looks like someone's making room.” said Barb. She downed an improbably large tankard of ale, her huge bicep bulging, and stood up. “Speaking of which, I need the latrine!” She excused herself, wandering out of the tap room towards the outhouse.</p><p>Waaagh finished off his own ale and with a sudden burst of inspiration leapt up on the table. He began a lusty refrain, designed to fill his charges with vigour and courage. Several patrons abruptly headed for the back door but he cheerfully ignored them. They were going to do it! Vanquish evil and perform heroic deeds! Waaagh rounded off his song with a little comedic jig. In his excitement, he accidentally kicked over a half-filled mug of ale. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2VWlNZKUTvS7aMRmprnTAZmTc73yEzEtsIGZdlS98veWrVSsv55VTdvkSPHzgcgdipBJQXMzwRER_MO0pKqKxDbJIApdK74XClE5mfPnIIw8ODvx82TDlJ65Hx0sLUqRGVpNe6fDSYhJoCkCP2u2eI41Zvdsjq0u5F2wbMfCUfi4oJ1aC1b-qntri=s1821" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="957" data-original-width="1821" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2VWlNZKUTvS7aMRmprnTAZmTc73yEzEtsIGZdlS98veWrVSsv55VTdvkSPHzgcgdipBJQXMzwRER_MO0pKqKxDbJIApdK74XClE5mfPnIIw8ODvx82TDlJ65Hx0sLUqRGVpNe6fDSYhJoCkCP2u2eI41Zvdsjq0u5F2wbMfCUfi4oJ1aC1b-qntri=w640-h336" width="640" /></a></div><p>“Did you just spill my pint?” called a low voice from the fireplace.</p><p>Waaagh looked around in bemused surprise. An enormous, red haired man sheathed in plate armour from the neck down was rising unsteadily to his feet. He had a distant look in his eyes which could have been befuddlement or insanity. It was Anal Stormsinger.</p><p>“Oh I'm terribly sorry!” cut in Jandalf and started babbling. “My friend here appears to be a little worse for wear. No offence meant. Let me buy you another drink”. He smiled at each of the Curseflingers hopefully, steepling his fingers. The Morrigan eyed him with a birdlike intensity. Seamus muttered something unintelligible from the corner, wiping the drool from his mouth with his surplice.</p><p>“Your friend here is going to look a lot worse when I'm done with him” said Anal Stormsinger. His eyes focused with a malicious gleam.</p><p>“Hold on a minute!” interjected Waaagh, climbing down from the table. “That was <i>my</i> pint wasn't it? You didn't even have a drink, you spawny git!”</p><p>Jandalf held up his hands in a placatory gesture but Anal pushed him savagely out of the way and squared up to Waaagh. He loomed over the burly Orc, their faces nearly touching.</p><p>"I've spilt more ale down my breastplate than you've supped tonight, Shreky boy.”</p><p>“You should try lifting up your visor first.' replied Waaagh. “Doesnt it get hot under all that armour?”</p><p>Anal bristled. </p><p>“Barb! We have a situation! Get in here now!” yelled Verdaine. She hurriedly began to untie her harness. The last time she had shape shifted into animal form, her damn dress had been ruined and she had gotten tangled up in it to boot. They never taught you these things in Druid school. But then they didn't wear much clothing in the Forbidden Grove either. Ah, the perils of civilisation!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitfVbtBLmzUaai321Cd0QQv7tmglPxl01VNrnBckMVkSxJZXnb0_zdeFYrR-ZtK3KARzK84Ybyh1HSU4MxsFMLx14R3zZbdRzp5vV4uMdjH92LdWVGsxv07Uq25KJLLlu7l3dDWcMnyDfG4LojLo7-qr2hBbJpLtAf8nsc_XxvZW1rB6IxBJCCLp16=s1546" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="950" data-original-width="1546" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitfVbtBLmzUaai321Cd0QQv7tmglPxl01VNrnBckMVkSxJZXnb0_zdeFYrR-ZtK3KARzK84Ybyh1HSU4MxsFMLx14R3zZbdRzp5vV4uMdjH92LdWVGsxv07Uq25KJLLlu7l3dDWcMnyDfG4LojLo7-qr2hBbJpLtAf8nsc_XxvZW1rB6IxBJCCLp16=w640-h394" width="640" /></a></div><p>The Morrigan shot forward, slamming into Verdaine who tumbled across the floor, knocking over a table with dress straps trailing wildly. The encounter then turned into a shoving match. Waaagh and Anal appeared to be taking it in turns to head-butt each other. Jandalf stupidly tried to intervene. The Morrigan turned her attention from Verdaine and began pummelling him. Seamus decided that no one was actually trying to kill anyone yet and sank back into a chair. He burped wetly, grimacing at the sour taste.</p><p>Wendy backed up to the wall and surreptitiously unsheathed her stiletto blade. Things were finally starting to get interesting. All that talk about saving the village and protecting the innocent had bored her silly. Besides which, they had refused to serve her at the bar because apparently she wasn’t eighteen. The very nerve! She'd learn them a thing or two about being 'under-age'. If she had anything to do with it, the barman was going to be collateral damage.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiefyjr6pFMGyTLZ42YiIqWLGdbfq_kDLusaTeyRw9BHlUpIoTeWWo-Z9YDdDlkPIjiEcPXTxFv9sc4RsmEe_kOiQKfOHeEJistl2Te6Y86SukAg0mKDJnw_EVQinNKjk23YuNdhOzKMlMjzYGnDt510JScJXnQ1Y0D0SYamGfor_sRyfkMufr15bQF=s1687" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="1687" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiefyjr6pFMGyTLZ42YiIqWLGdbfq_kDLusaTeyRw9BHlUpIoTeWWo-Z9YDdDlkPIjiEcPXTxFv9sc4RsmEe_kOiQKfOHeEJistl2Te6Y86SukAg0mKDJnw_EVQinNKjk23YuNdhOzKMlMjzYGnDt510JScJXnQ1Y0D0SYamGfor_sRyfkMufr15bQF=w640-h344" width="640" /></a></div><p>Then the main door shook violently and burst inwards, crashing to the floor in splinters and narrowly missing Wendy. There stood Barb the Barbarian, appearing casually unexerted despite having just ripped a door out of its frame. </p><p>“Did someone say beer garden?” she declared brightly. </p><p>Wendy coughed and shook the dust from her apron, frowning in irritation. “You know that door wasn't locked, right?” she asked.</p><p>Barb turned to regard her, wondering who exactly had recruited Wendy and when. The doll-like warlock certainly hadn't come recommended by Barb. </p><p>“Thanks for ruining my entrance.” she shot back.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4IZGhKKaql9Z2LIE6as2Bpw7lyy56Ih6aV4pRmcua_EXKD7Am1TwJiMuIkLaGbu_A6odDcUwUUa1nGao29Sgjki9t9VlhnQlAnMCZLs5IlaUCmgjKzlEdIgqQN7FZA9AwxFC75l4oGepmik1ycwmd6luxAvGSnMnUJMbvB-IVtku79R9ejsNBSUJm=s1859" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="877" data-original-width="1859" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4IZGhKKaql9Z2LIE6as2Bpw7lyy56Ih6aV4pRmcua_EXKD7Am1TwJiMuIkLaGbu_A6odDcUwUUa1nGao29Sgjki9t9VlhnQlAnMCZLs5IlaUCmgjKzlEdIgqQN7FZA9AwxFC75l4oGepmik1ycwmd6luxAvGSnMnUJMbvB-IVtku79R9ejsNBSUJm=w640-h302" width="640" /></a></div><p>There was an awkward silence. Then the sound of animal howling and ripping cloth came from across the room. They all turned around. Verdaine had undergone a startling transformation. Where the petite maiden had lain sprawled, an eight foot Werewolf growled ominously and picked off tattered bits of clothing from its slab-like arms. Jandalf had time to berate himself for failing to spot this on the application form. Lycanthropy was definitely not in the job description. He would have to review his interview technique for future recruitments. </p><p>The beast thudded over to them in loping strides and cocked its head at The Morrigan. </p><p>“That was my favourite dress.” it snarled.</p><p>Jandalf sighed heavily and tried to straighten his collar which had been badly crumpled. It would seem that this adventure had started early.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVKvTsPi4LmswsIiiD1A_2DBqU9B1dUDLABcH7E1yzD-iSl1ZwXGB5v23nmTO4SqqfdPN4ICOYQrnBngoRsLhOjghqZWlnrPn4NuRqKEf8XSYkcdSa9w_Qk2kT5sIEz_YRfKL1TBYZdImUWoYCukidWOuM9MOIOMTy_b7w79LQ0o0BWF0wPMQuTTL3=s1842" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="955" data-original-width="1842" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVKvTsPi4LmswsIiiD1A_2DBqU9B1dUDLABcH7E1yzD-iSl1ZwXGB5v23nmTO4SqqfdPN4ICOYQrnBngoRsLhOjghqZWlnrPn4NuRqKEf8XSYkcdSa9w_Qk2kT5sIEz_YRfKL1TBYZdImUWoYCukidWOuM9MOIOMTy_b7w79LQ0o0BWF0wPMQuTTL3=w640-h332" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-67751606567852017022022-02-28T15:25:00.006+13:002022-02-28T17:36:51.601+13:00Squadu-arrivé<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZx4GgHVJtZfMd04w9Sb-PzgpaplE9VHi9-mCvVk8geaMFPTRqD1y5vRSQjSpCKP31zoi1lOkSV5iwKq6K1KLdhpFOOzCC3wqnOe4C0W1Oc43JbRMPLpqt-8K2CCqmXNVnqMNrj24SxaJ7Lp63Bh2PO4g70VOf0H1F001P8Oosvj2bjFCEd2s4PYeH=s752" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="598" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZx4GgHVJtZfMd04w9Sb-PzgpaplE9VHi9-mCvVk8geaMFPTRqD1y5vRSQjSpCKP31zoi1lOkSV5iwKq6K1KLdhpFOOzCC3wqnOe4C0W1Oc43JbRMPLpqt-8K2CCqmXNVnqMNrj24SxaJ7Lp63Bh2PO4g70VOf0H1F001P8Oosvj2bjFCEd2s4PYeH=w508-h640" width="508" /></a></div><p>Not gonna lie, I spent an inordinate amount of time painting those trousers. Painting the whole model in fact. <span></span></p><a name='more'></a>I don't even want to think about the total hours spent painting this week. I'm not really complaining, this is completely fresh for me. I think 40k was going a bit stale and I needed to do something different for a while (the grimdark will inevitably draw me back in).<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAhhqLxmSHmUzaSBeN_MLU5NRGgkYdrX33zHa8olFTdt4_wd0vFIG9a_OQOb8Dza1yJunEXHpMXfbvf3ngJ8wzNeb-47eSw0Ta3Lrzixp-7XBS5VzPYlxXnv3O1QGywl_Midb2Gd5RvHY0GQdHC-gb-Svmx3JbWQx-tUWTcXWSlgacNozVFNZsIYxg=s1816" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="940" data-original-width="1816" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAhhqLxmSHmUzaSBeN_MLU5NRGgkYdrX33zHa8olFTdt4_wd0vFIG9a_OQOb8Dza1yJunEXHpMXfbvf3ngJ8wzNeb-47eSw0Ta3Lrzixp-7XBS5VzPYlxXnv3O1QGywl_Midb2Gd5RvHY0GQdHC-gb-Svmx3JbWQx-tUWTcXWSlgacNozVFNZsIYxg=w640-h332" width="640" /></a></div><p>Anyhoo, the adventurers are assembled and ready to plunder! The obligatory group shots above and below. You can see the progress of all this year's Squaduary participants over on <a href="https://steppingbetweengames.com/category/squaduary-2022/" target="_blank">Stepping Between Games</a>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUaZTpTsEs5E2k_YfnrkTZYphcSiXKlBaasbt5V89OssirU8zMi9rBr_Whi466zViblPuDKcIRRVF66mRGRNolAFQNooI1M51dv9jBnMM60OLF6_jqxvssAvy40tECK0ZguSS_kgptkQYhXIvVQB2ch2weFxc1NNOYUCGIqXkMi2VQZVHsRvcopowu=s1678" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="964" data-original-width="1678" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUaZTpTsEs5E2k_YfnrkTZYphcSiXKlBaasbt5V89OssirU8zMi9rBr_Whi466zViblPuDKcIRRVF66mRGRNolAFQNooI1M51dv9jBnMM60OLF6_jqxvssAvy40tECK0ZguSS_kgptkQYhXIvVQB2ch2weFxc1NNOYUCGIqXkMi2VQZVHsRvcopowu=w640-h368" width="640" /></a></div><p>Waaagh was the worst time sink but this is definitely the best orc I've ever painted. Of course, his journey was not without melodrama.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiIkMRJQ7dQahkJlcTjgfg09R9fl4bH9v2Vo-ypwlExwErKN0GjeXYXMIYSj4esoYhw1PqRWNlCkGc56Jnoh_caEMhHeZ7cY3pceCFb9gAngKcJ4cg7PardqreHQ7k-ULo7qNHjHA8jliAs9O2739_F3LzUBwTthrJFVRSk8IsARt2S46JU9s-pRobf=s1002" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="867" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiIkMRJQ7dQahkJlcTjgfg09R9fl4bH9v2Vo-ypwlExwErKN0GjeXYXMIYSj4esoYhw1PqRWNlCkGc56Jnoh_caEMhHeZ7cY3pceCFb9gAngKcJ4cg7PardqreHQ7k-ULo7qNHjHA8jliAs9O2739_F3LzUBwTthrJFVRSk8IsARt2S46JU9s-pRobf=w554-h640" width="554" /></a></div><p>I finished all his fine detailing on Friday night. He only needed a couple of washes and touching up and he was done. I decided to celebrate with a few beers and having suitably clouded my judgement, I set about finishing him off. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuAhYFbi8xEuOtcyPAIhC3328MvqQnqxIQVV2_ts4th5vb9eZ-P3ndOgnfzhJckszLLt2d4M2kzORNSoMBr0AOYlvikZdOiKYImmKtBbUxaGnbEvuzVXodz6Jh0cOuUL0xcOHw2v8ze208NbgV3hC--YZILiid1lcmUvcolnjYpWSr8KHmLSEeskuY=s915" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="847" data-original-width="915" height="592" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuAhYFbi8xEuOtcyPAIhC3328MvqQnqxIQVV2_ts4th5vb9eZ-P3ndOgnfzhJckszLLt2d4M2kzORNSoMBr0AOYlvikZdOiKYImmKtBbUxaGnbEvuzVXodz6Jh0cOuUL0xcOHw2v8ze208NbgV3hC--YZILiid1lcmUvcolnjYpWSr8KHmLSEeskuY=w640-h592" width="640" /></a></div><p>But the washes were taking too long to dry and more beers were required. I came up with the genius idea of using a heat gun on low setting to speed the process up. It was going really well. Sometimes you can't judge whether a wash is working until it fully dries. Then I melted his sword. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghFptF8o0TWvwWa91oTslFotRM6sbSqiQ11Or1NqwvcqckKY2L8mJ3SUjmtE6Px2cTTVOb1WfVZua_7quNrPui9c0bUIzJzK1yMEgA3x0O7uPMsKTl4XhldWA0i5hIr114z4Mccy-9GiCxlnRIRGsGX5zGKM0upI8Q146Zjt2ha71-ayAHXVQl6OA4=s1099" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="993" data-original-width="1099" height="578" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghFptF8o0TWvwWa91oTslFotRM6sbSqiQ11Or1NqwvcqckKY2L8mJ3SUjmtE6Px2cTTVOb1WfVZua_7quNrPui9c0bUIzJzK1yMEgA3x0O7uPMsKTl4XhldWA0i5hIr114z4Mccy-9GiCxlnRIRGsGX5zGKM0upI8Q146Zjt2ha71-ayAHXVQl6OA4=w640-h578" width="640" /></a></div><p>To my credit, I think I managed to salvage the situation by shaving off the bubbling, scorched paint and re-straightening and completely repainting the blade. However, it is now so thin, it will inevitably snap during a game.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZvcMn3qQErMVjhpZAwERjpOCqyTOnUcWS8ohas7QERxf1BHisYoMca0NiKEMczYWQdtAxYUr2abSlzo14DjkHBW4ZNAdh-hO9cK5b2UhMjmeTFQ8T7afOBt36B4AlgnFklf1nK3wAqQzhVDDlYZaO1VR0Xsay8aQPnB-h-gvzRIPc_pff-pBqQB6h=s934" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="778" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZvcMn3qQErMVjhpZAwERjpOCqyTOnUcWS8ohas7QERxf1BHisYoMca0NiKEMczYWQdtAxYUr2abSlzo14DjkHBW4ZNAdh-hO9cK5b2UhMjmeTFQ8T7afOBt36B4AlgnFklf1nK3wAqQzhVDDlYZaO1VR0Xsay8aQPnB-h-gvzRIPc_pff-pBqQB6h=w534-h640" width="534" /></a></div><p>Anyway, why does Waaagh have claws on his right hand but not his left? Well, I could say that I was too lazy to remove them but that's not <i>entirely</i> true. As a lute player, Waaagh likes to clip the fingernails of his left hand in order to use the fingerboard and press down on the frets properly. As an Orc, Waaagh likes to pick the strings with his right claw and rip the faces off his enemies.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj42mqXSBTSsYzaedkpG_2tESdCGMugBrk40wVWf9Ch6xgBxX6xcFZhtqpPjeP-Rpe27y86Qt-utH_DfJj3RQPwtRAVPG-xiGvcgOt3UGuV7rcRrzg5DFNen5FBewlQc5tIGpHM3XRs5FppS9IAFiDVdwfkgQP5E4-CCw9Xb51ec8ZXv2E8dW__HYGV=s869" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="869" data-original-width="570" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj42mqXSBTSsYzaedkpG_2tESdCGMugBrk40wVWf9Ch6xgBxX6xcFZhtqpPjeP-Rpe27y86Qt-utH_DfJj3RQPwtRAVPG-xiGvcgOt3UGuV7rcRrzg5DFNen5FBewlQc5tIGpHM3XRs5FppS9IAFiDVdwfkgQP5E4-CCw9Xb51ec8ZXv2E8dW__HYGV=w421-h640" width="421" /></a></div><p>I had to speed things up with Verdaine (and Jandalf still wasn't done!). I included a shot of her shapeshift form which is a werewolf because I don't have a bear model (just bare models! Ba-dum-tish!). I might have to get one at some point because that base is way too big.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEix6UR8fG9KrhhYKxGDkspzxfWmHLpK5aV0IWCpZUXYq-3TLcoioiKZpWGeyhbSZoomSfvCTsYQ4Y5vbDOpn-VhG5Up4yxDhcUHx2_SDxVpqf3iSoYMRGUFlRwycSHImoxMMdW2rs9SIUskMozfymybGcVxv6k4LcoEhQEZdrihYJtn1hlXtff1_AZY=s1071" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="737" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEix6UR8fG9KrhhYKxGDkspzxfWmHLpK5aV0IWCpZUXYq-3TLcoioiKZpWGeyhbSZoomSfvCTsYQ4Y5vbDOpn-VhG5Up4yxDhcUHx2_SDxVpqf3iSoYMRGUFlRwycSHImoxMMdW2rs9SIUskMozfymybGcVxv6k4LcoEhQEZdrihYJtn1hlXtff1_AZY=w440-h640" width="440" /></a></div><p>I was trying to get all warm and earthy with the druid but the Terradon Turquoise and bright green paint (Scorpion Green) lessen the effect. Trying to do fine detailing with contrast paint is worse than edge highlighting and likely to give you a brain embolism. So I just called her done in the end.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhNbVHZjG_m2ow9c4646Q5J06CXhBkSEwTDx3Vl4cIKqJ8YNeKsHXkuE8kQUDytWdZq3iI99XPGuAFRG1f5AE_18pn56SQrCnjhi3N2glpKKijJOTF5TRck1OwqdlnleW4BjWN3xgNnr5tiUnw36GejpgKOTRbDoIMZiHIvz5EFEVAvDYnriIerhRD=s1122"><img border="0" data-original-height="1122" data-original-width="937" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhNbVHZjG_m2ow9c4646Q5J06CXhBkSEwTDx3Vl4cIKqJ8YNeKsHXkuE8kQUDytWdZq3iI99XPGuAFRG1f5AE_18pn56SQrCnjhi3N2glpKKijJOTF5TRck1OwqdlnleW4BjWN3xgNnr5tiUnw36GejpgKOTRbDoIMZiHIvz5EFEVAvDYnriIerhRD=w534-h640" width="534" /></a></div><p>The bases were a bit rushed too and I didn't bother with Jandalf's because there's very little floor space under his robes. Still, I definitely enjoyed painting this little squad and looking forward to playing a game with them.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiH-csr0YRt7dca4RS6yPuL6wrP_p9pIXKrjwsgVSzsdVxoVhNsUtDrmzIFcDOXV-_lSOOl6Nf_4SBChUP-0rgv5cmRBOcWtzZqzI9L4h0RICKtpFIjYnda4zprEWoSXR7XNRkPKE7pXvf42qBaM4o4lrcynEsKgrfHA-7H1h_lkYLOlfeVoFsEdbIp=s1013" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="945" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiH-csr0YRt7dca4RS6yPuL6wrP_p9pIXKrjwsgVSzsdVxoVhNsUtDrmzIFcDOXV-_lSOOl6Nf_4SBChUP-0rgv5cmRBOcWtzZqzI9L4h0RICKtpFIjYnda4zprEWoSXR7XNRkPKE7pXvf42qBaM4o4lrcynEsKgrfHA-7H1h_lkYLOlfeVoFsEdbIp=w598-h640" width="598" /></a></div><p>Although I was in a rush towards the end, it wasn't through lack of painting. I was doing test models for the furniture. I used rattle can Zandri Dust/Cygor brown on the wood bits and rattlecan Grey Seer/Black Templar on the stone bits. Seemed like a quick and easy win, and it was. The trouble is, painting the wood became almost theraputic. It was like staining an old wooden cabinet you've just restored. Liberally applied with long, smooth strokes, you could really see the grain of the wood start to come through in glowing, rich colours. I ended up doing the entire set. Of course the detailing and highlighting will slow me down considerably but a lot of the furniture is almost good enough to use now.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhO2DYk7fhcfzJNxUJ2avX2pEK6ILc6SzniNhuKMeL-xJaJy8vmW0Z3oO6jWDeUPhKo_iNrymlKyv0cvKFwDh3CETcHxdMLLaudHLOVlT2t2hDAMWVLNX4NXYveUd4awobzKnlHgOXHN8VA3duxEiOUMpi0Ixd7LY33T18yhIYa6UuOPY5ykd9pbVor=s1156" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1156" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhO2DYk7fhcfzJNxUJ2avX2pEK6ILc6SzniNhuKMeL-xJaJy8vmW0Z3oO6jWDeUPhKo_iNrymlKyv0cvKFwDh3CETcHxdMLLaudHLOVlT2t2hDAMWVLNX4NXYveUd4awobzKnlHgOXHN8VA3duxEiOUMpi0Ixd7LY33T18yhIYa6UuOPY5ykd9pbVor=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><p>Particularly pleased with this chair. It has just 4 colours on it: Zandri Dust, Cygor Brown, Flesh Tearers Red and Pink Horror. There are multiple, thinned down layers applied but I'm not even sure I needed the pink really. Learning to paint smarter, not harder! (except when it comes to leopard skin pants)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSgGdE1NcTogWQE8DGj9N4mzbSeFP1zUGAkr3i3f_7omFYnR1sDbsgg-qHw5W18KYqQpD_w8TJi0oaE_XNmUX6fOO5FdOTRYqXl3e-wfh_0_ve586CW4WloKm7cGBaainQSb64wjhBMaxvLkDcyhxMlnDglrHr2BVprJ1_C31CdGu9J8Fj7b2J3TEa=s910" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="823" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSgGdE1NcTogWQE8DGj9N4mzbSeFP1zUGAkr3i3f_7omFYnR1sDbsgg-qHw5W18KYqQpD_w8TJi0oaE_XNmUX6fOO5FdOTRYqXl3e-wfh_0_ve586CW4WloKm7cGBaainQSb64wjhBMaxvLkDcyhxMlnDglrHr2BVprJ1_C31CdGu9J8Fj7b2J3TEa=w578-h640" width="578" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-70400835958944128722022-02-20T18:54:00.010+13:002022-02-20T21:03:37.498+13:00Squaduary - a trilogy in four parts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-W7w-fFeZjjmAB3jetkaBSUxPk_foD631yHjgyUEkpFrhNatnOPPZa6Q5pNGQGxpfSpAoEr3e2lL5zq_z1vDn86Km2UQTzG6TIohyqYXVq_ZZZ62Kphi4F40Adlg7pFzUW6EWE03viXGMEvDKHKwt0bujsAwlk2tl6e6jmct0vRjRs9aBPNE2grFm=s864" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="577" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-W7w-fFeZjjmAB3jetkaBSUxPk_foD631yHjgyUEkpFrhNatnOPPZa6Q5pNGQGxpfSpAoEr3e2lL5zq_z1vDn86Km2UQTzG6TIohyqYXVq_ZZZ62Kphi4F40Adlg7pFzUW6EWE03viXGMEvDKHKwt0bujsAwlk2tl6e6jmct0vRjRs9aBPNE2grFm=w428-h640" width="428" /></a></div><p>Pretty good progress this week. </p><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>I still haven't finished Jandalf and repainted his tassels about 4 times before finally settling on a grey(ish) colour. I tried mixing the contrast paints (terradon turquoise and black templar) but it just turned out muddy so I had to repaint him. It works better if you let one coat completely dry and then put another one over the top but the contrast pigments are so rich, it gets very dark anyway. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbkpeJ__8ecWOz_KDx8KGF8xApzQ6A0bPUmFeAjjPTe_wlq8F9sOGm3DYZNaAfu4sy_QaMG25dMdujjHC3bdct_-JUrdVjRBJdS5No2vPZWcEoZ8N7DtHD8fybawF42jbzzoPdvyzDn7y5JyOFmn9UAFcP2Ec13eb4sx6gkKoZrBgguLCZnYTiRbhu=s1598" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="802" data-original-width="1598" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbkpeJ__8ecWOz_KDx8KGF8xApzQ6A0bPUmFeAjjPTe_wlq8F9sOGm3DYZNaAfu4sy_QaMG25dMdujjHC3bdct_-JUrdVjRBJdS5No2vPZWcEoZ8N7DtHD8fybawF42jbzzoPdvyzDn7y5JyOFmn9UAFcP2Ec13eb4sx6gkKoZrBgguLCZnYTiRbhu=w640-h322" width="640" /></a></div><p>Really pleased with Barb the Barbarian tho. She is definitely the sort of tank you want to send into a room first. All round hero and damage soaker, a firm family favourite. I highlighted her skin with Cadian Fleshtone and White Scar and put a light glaze over her. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwjVy-juUQHOU9FZWrKWb8__ycnnUXmKwMPqSOul_v8a89zLoD8St7MKl4xBcklJggLEI3oMjZWLF_cXshHlXzFOh6vcJIyM0I4bLumiSIJy2c5fzsQxsxjzvqBs5t1yw_T2Tc-jwSPTPFkTqEVt_S33VnuzrpRNcjvvcGq2ZczbZtDwe9czCiWbLw=s1697" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="813" data-original-width="1697" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwjVy-juUQHOU9FZWrKWb8__ycnnUXmKwMPqSOul_v8a89zLoD8St7MKl4xBcklJggLEI3oMjZWLF_cXshHlXzFOh6vcJIyM0I4bLumiSIJy2c5fzsQxsxjzvqBs5t1yw_T2Tc-jwSPTPFkTqEVt_S33VnuzrpRNcjvvcGq2ZczbZtDwe9czCiWbLw=w640-h306" width="640" /></a></div><p>I'm not sure why. If we are going to play with these models, in a board game, with beer, then surely a thick coat of varnish would have been more appropriate? But I'm finding these HeroQuest sculpts very characterful and enjoy putting my own spin on them. Maybe that's why I haven't finished Jandalf yet. He's just a boring wizard in a standard pose.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbKisKw7nTjZOaw_YzVkSgjmq56-gjzgt1vRsuGvaQm59sbqaiXclKq6gFNp-9TptSZDLAh4hnCm_7h8jZ1pJhb9oqTBC0LRiXqy_oQktKVfR9Q69lOnZoLOuqy4o8UprgQxJAW_esQOY9M38DgAOlebgfuo-2VsmfFPT1r2N8xtl_258_aOefwdU0=s851" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="851" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbKisKw7nTjZOaw_YzVkSgjmq56-gjzgt1vRsuGvaQm59sbqaiXclKq6gFNp-9TptSZDLAh4hnCm_7h8jZ1pJhb9oqTBC0LRiXqy_oQktKVfR9Q69lOnZoLOuqy4o8UprgQxJAW_esQOY9M38DgAOlebgfuo-2VsmfFPT1r2N8xtl_258_aOefwdU0=w262-h320" width="262" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxVbdTt4mxuOVcBxpx4I3-6P_0BOCdETP6iwhThP1GUOcGDYNjifWqmwSTOZQI-qqKekC6JxwvwNm_2faRdxmGRulDtsScODT3hBm55NDbtVpcpdyhW8sAA84WUFydyw08Av5j9pKuXLU1HjgK1wN_iGl8acRvEDFybjyAQ4AtA8L21xXT0AWkN6zW=s1057" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="865" data-original-width="1057" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxVbdTt4mxuOVcBxpx4I3-6P_0BOCdETP6iwhThP1GUOcGDYNjifWqmwSTOZQI-qqKekC6JxwvwNm_2faRdxmGRulDtsScODT3hBm55NDbtVpcpdyhW8sAA84WUFydyw08Av5j9pKuXLU1HjgK1wN_iGl8acRvEDFybjyAQ4AtA8L21xXT0AWkN6zW=w320-h262" width="320" /></a></div></div><p>Of course I got distracted and ended up doing some light converting. Waaagh's hand was just not right. It definitely didn't match his other hand and I thought it was a miscast. But I checked on Facebook and apparently that is how it's supposed to look. Fortunately I have a kitbashing addiction so I just replaced it. While I was cutting bits off other models and attaching them (poor old Mistweaver Saih), I thought I might as well tart up Verdaine the Druid's staff too.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5WX-d2Zo_37RWDZW4toMochnHxtwSm5ihg6r6KlSjgzDEz2K6ztj1yFU7yAhuAvVQy5OCoalZaFDe8eI_exFi66z5UBaTadh6GX5HaSEXz-YKUcnyJdIoQvm4UZT9geiylUtqg6fmPhkQ8-7qKqmswrp3VYNOeO3jXJyL4MfN2K9qXDmCQ3FxamE8=s680" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="531" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5WX-d2Zo_37RWDZW4toMochnHxtwSm5ihg6r6KlSjgzDEz2K6ztj1yFU7yAhuAvVQy5OCoalZaFDe8eI_exFi66z5UBaTadh6GX5HaSEXz-YKUcnyJdIoQvm4UZT9geiylUtqg6fmPhkQ8-7qKqmswrp3VYNOeO3jXJyL4MfN2K9qXDmCQ3FxamE8=s320" width="250" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiacA-J0UZQ0iku_KlB8ofsAIiuXs0R1jX1tNmbqAMhJEjK-mvHmrKvvm9pNRmh7NaFeyIHWGr-LGrdVijaDcSFrQfSPFkNpgNDBFhzwRRwyBQBjp7mxI_Mkufz9gww0K3TSowoqUDMz6cY6k1K_v96dSoxpvthOBeEYbHtR5jdDKxjWTzlANE83aYs=s959" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="959" data-original-width="697" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiacA-J0UZQ0iku_KlB8ofsAIiuXs0R1jX1tNmbqAMhJEjK-mvHmrKvvm9pNRmh7NaFeyIHWGr-LGrdVijaDcSFrQfSPFkNpgNDBFhzwRRwyBQBjp7mxI_Mkufz9gww0K3TSowoqUDMz6cY6k1K_v96dSoxpvthOBeEYbHtR5jdDKxjWTzlANE83aYs=s320" width="233" /></a></div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Further experimentation proved fairly disastrous however. Waaagh is supposed to have leopard skin trousers and you can see that I've made a bit of a hash of it. It started out well. I just painted the spots in black with the intention of putting Darkoak Flesh contrast over the top. Same with his shoulders except I used turquoise and Militarum Green. It was fine until I decided it needed highlighting. Got to stop overpainting. I might have to repaint him now. 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Navel gazing and contemplating the universe make us better human beings. At a rough estimate I'd say I was about 25% done. With just under 50% of Squaduary elapsed.<span><a name='more'></a></span> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiuTGMdpTa74rcx080fAn-vZBh33nto5pK8uNQLnJe3DL21VTYtIcp0Z9K-Ief4io-mm39Biw3W2dW5fLCIR3_UFnmStasw168Dr8xBGthqOJj5IokKJN4jKDmmQw2-bL3LOCdmbgDwcfoxKPhJYB3xiSSNoKMlrx3VnC1j9oHyzIN0gR7VArrs02z=s1711" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="1711" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiuTGMdpTa74rcx080fAn-vZBh33nto5pK8uNQLnJe3DL21VTYtIcp0Z9K-Ief4io-mm39Biw3W2dW5fLCIR3_UFnmStasw168Dr8xBGthqOJj5IokKJN4jKDmmQw2-bL3LOCdmbgDwcfoxKPhJYB3xiSSNoKMlrx3VnC1j9oHyzIN0gR7VArrs02z=w640-h302" width="640" /></a></div><p>I've been trying out different contrast paints. I found that if you paint the model black and white and then just block in the main colours with contrast, it works pretty well. I've been trying out recess shading with Black Templar before dry brushing the white highlights and the results are interesting (this is why only the back of the wizard is painted). The only colours on Barb the Barbarian's skin are a very light wash of Cadian Fleshtone and undiluted Cygor Brown. I tried using a clean brush dipped in Contrast Medium to thin out some of the highlighted sections but it's not quite working.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglywkimwmPrbeN6xcEyeb7DgfVS9DWja7-1QnoJKb0FuXBPTUzhrEW5RF7T_Nxue0lI7I-84wi0KQtF_Zq5H8Kpq3ORblC80-CqUaZmoKcLjOj_Ki0I4OFEk0uviXgoGABjAoafk2tUuwYClhqLN0R7kIYl88UlCJ_utsXxHa3M1OrwtH2IWvXv_vl=s1531" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1531" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglywkimwmPrbeN6xcEyeb7DgfVS9DWja7-1QnoJKb0FuXBPTUzhrEW5RF7T_Nxue0lI7I-84wi0KQtF_Zq5H8Kpq3ORblC80-CqUaZmoKcLjOj_Ki0I4OFEk0uviXgoGABjAoafk2tUuwYClhqLN0R7kIYl88UlCJ_utsXxHa3M1OrwtH2IWvXv_vl=w640-h326" width="640" /></a></div><p>I suppose I should be batch painting these but they're all going to be completely different so it isn't really saving time. I kind of got obsessed with Wendy the Warlock and decided to finish her. So that's one model done at least.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzJteVRlLWQur8BqKe5TpQwpb9zE6wBW14bREEawHe0Wmo0dyn-w0BIVoA8KXHwRZ_j1ROdeXliTbvhiorN3QCahC8aJeT2Wjvk2sldFBkFeJ8Wn4TwbMZ5lIjEGRbyYZIna0GlvAQoA_jOGrssl49t3s0VtroEjoBQBgFNgxvYM1Uo9SoEt_mDZZo=s821"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="821" height="629" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzJteVRlLWQur8BqKe5TpQwpb9zE6wBW14bREEawHe0Wmo0dyn-w0BIVoA8KXHwRZ_j1ROdeXliTbvhiorN3QCahC8aJeT2Wjvk2sldFBkFeJ8Wn4TwbMZ5lIjEGRbyYZIna0GlvAQoA_jOGrssl49t3s0VtroEjoBQBgFNgxvYM1Uo9SoEt_mDZZo=w640-h629" width="640" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div>I had to do something about those bases. I couldn't leave them like that. Covering them in plants and rocks just seemed wrong because there are no 'outside' quests in the game. There are people out there who have created full outdoor boards with all the requisite scenery and missions lovingly realised. But that's another rung down the sanity ladder and I'm not willing to take that step just yet. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPOWvvjiKI-kpV2ydHbgaKBj9SDGqDyHfyXFmGdwhoKy1AfVktm3YaGcdp0BwAjAk1gxbaq9atyMX5_f_1J2jbV2QtU8piYCbKhZs0ydSSQ8ctucRAwoHnQz_yZoZTYCNUlXXMqARyGDU5mrQS-Vcdx9hz-hagiuWvWca1KZH3E2KcQBSPO9FFXcZ7=s718" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="659" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPOWvvjiKI-kpV2ydHbgaKBj9SDGqDyHfyXFmGdwhoKy1AfVktm3YaGcdp0BwAjAk1gxbaq9atyMX5_f_1J2jbV2QtU8piYCbKhZs0ydSSQ8ctucRAwoHnQz_yZoZTYCNUlXXMqARyGDU5mrQS-Vcdx9hz-hagiuWvWca1KZH3E2KcQBSPO9FFXcZ7=w294-h320" width="294" /></a></div></div><p>They will look pretty cool with bases painted as actual Heroquest tiles I reckon. I actually carved out the flag stones on Wendy's base with a Dremel before realising that I could just paint it on and it looks pretty much the same.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrh0g1DbGr2mGddsdUfcRxKryqFKvvYxtIYi6Qo6x_HpjR1Ee05PiDxVweuI_3wdIYtB89aGhLYtX0IQ18PWnGW7TylRJ6-6mMKl4GMdtT9ZLw-oicPMSkXiz-Cp2M3c0Pz_UDZn4lYYtZ--MgYZBQ6to-XNbdvInEa1rFgunBFpSSYKZmKZFGcdM4=s839" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="673" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrh0g1DbGr2mGddsdUfcRxKryqFKvvYxtIYi6Qo6x_HpjR1Ee05PiDxVweuI_3wdIYtB89aGhLYtX0IQ18PWnGW7TylRJ6-6mMKl4GMdtT9ZLw-oicPMSkXiz-Cp2M3c0Pz_UDZn4lYYtZ--MgYZBQ6to-XNbdvInEa1rFgunBFpSSYKZmKZFGcdM4=w257-h320" width="257" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEju8iN4GOAT7OpQ9wlCFfMpaEQOYdtHp6xOBknTdOmJKskdRddFlBFQZ3T89qJkBRDC8IynxmSswGCg-8qTnct6v0ElWbierc5c7tAPiqc2PndYkSpF8lDOD84lTvIeOpflL92O1wQctyCALVvJjUrORvNvoZPZqbyZQe-yJbWKlc33Mjun02-3QC_t=s967" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="967" data-original-width="778" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEju8iN4GOAT7OpQ9wlCFfMpaEQOYdtHp6xOBknTdOmJKskdRddFlBFQZ3T89qJkBRDC8IynxmSswGCg-8qTnct6v0ElWbierc5c7tAPiqc2PndYkSpF8lDOD84lTvIeOpflL92O1wQctyCALVvJjUrORvNvoZPZqbyZQe-yJbWKlc33Mjun02-3QC_t=w258-h320" width="258" /></a></div></div></div><p>Those poor, hapless heroes. In their miniature world of dungeon crawling, they are starved of sunlight. Fated to wander in perpetual darkness, they battle a never ending tide of beasties who seem to spawn from nowhere. No wonder Wendy the Warlock went insane. Such a pretty little thing, she couldn't handle all that Stygian gloom. Upon checking herself out of the clinic she acquired a glove fetish and changed her name to Michael. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKTapq-EBGUGaIf8EAcTU1MLCdlipakFU9s_gxdmf-JmVVsgZ_AXn0zzFZE11AO3OphkqxTENTw9VLWu_ctKbQJeshcMhOCc2qvVUQ_AfEnXp6XAXmZoUbsYOUMD218Zp7uCyyqTnki44TpDZ4tA-1igH9l8oj2-Jf5mRbgvE8frir7oiZAwKQigyk=s1036" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="814" data-original-width="1036" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKTapq-EBGUGaIf8EAcTU1MLCdlipakFU9s_gxdmf-JmVVsgZ_AXn0zzFZE11AO3OphkqxTENTw9VLWu_ctKbQJeshcMhOCc2qvVUQ_AfEnXp6XAXmZoUbsYOUMD218Zp7uCyyqTnki44TpDZ4tA-1igH9l8oj2-Jf5mRbgvE8frir7oiZAwKQigyk=w640-h502" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You know I'm bad, I'm bad, Shamone!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-39508208163438188612022-02-08T20:47:00.005+13:002022-02-08T21:59:01.927+13:00 Diddly Squat-uary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mF8kkiXVOSY-ACLw-e3Kj480sK4oaaXKxh7iTsqxA6KFmQNHLdyX_h3TvF6PyKC9kHhmUarMCm-P5g8J39n-BSk4waPqKZEDzE9W3m65ZApC71KwChskZmEFTFgK5q82NdjS0H6oqZNGuG9hFQWCr000Bf2WtxzhlBBVJZmh0SB_cEkyA7KlmoeA/s1416/squatuary2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="734" data-original-width="1416" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mF8kkiXVOSY-ACLw-e3Kj480sK4oaaXKxh7iTsqxA6KFmQNHLdyX_h3TvF6PyKC9kHhmUarMCm-P5g8J39n-BSk4waPqKZEDzE9W3m65ZApC71KwChskZmEFTFgK5q82NdjS0H6oqZNGuG9hFQWCr000Bf2WtxzhlBBVJZmh0SB_cEkyA7KlmoeA/w640-h332/squatuary2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Ok I'm phoning it in. I did nothing at all for a week and then undercoated the models in a quick burst of guilt. </span></div><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>I spent about half an hour trying to clean the mold lines off and was partially successful. But that bright red plastic is horrible. Bendy and oily it does not take well to being filed, producing a crumbly finish. The mold lines almost have to be sliced away. I probably won't attempt any conversions with the Heroquest dudes. The models themselves look a bit better with a nice matte grey finish (Mechanicus Standard Grey rattle can)<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLlvwEgFELMMqlV1QwE3TeDNJTcCyhgURjjx1l55XludCc8B35XJjCB0RLmeCC9srg3tVf-2g9z47LZBMtN5E9S64tcwlkTedVCUlDH-mXpT6SVckr8D8RieKCujbAAIGX_QmjrdI9gTPbBWWjMAdi_dcwtivyBCIjzQXahtOstdzSYkRCWD61CW3/s845/sacrifice.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="521" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLlvwEgFELMMqlV1QwE3TeDNJTcCyhgURjjx1l55XludCc8B35XJjCB0RLmeCC9srg3tVf-2g9z47LZBMtN5E9S64tcwlkTedVCUlDH-mXpT6SVckr8D8RieKCujbAAIGX_QmjrdI9gTPbBWWjMAdi_dcwtivyBCIjzQXahtOstdzSYkRCWD61CW3/w246-h400/sacrifice.jpg" width="246" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Every good conversion starts with blood sacrifice</td></tr></tbody></table><p>Apart from that I've done nothing. Well, apart from starting another conversion but that was not in my Squaduary plan and it ended badly when I slashed open my thumb. </p><p>I also hemmed and hawed about including the Dwarf figurine in my Heroquest pledge (because the best thing about Heroquest is the Dwarf!). But I don't like either of the models really. So I dug out an old Dwarven Hammerer who was intended to be used in some game or other. I think he's meant to be a paladin or a cleric. I had gotten as far as painting his shield <b>Dwarf Bronze</b> before deciding that the tinny, cheap metal finish was awful and he was abandoned. </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1zuadPJkftg4TgD-QTZXZM6OEGSvdi8hUOkuyCeZsxMDAYXcUnWtWFpawNevTJvX-HetbBJutAUWjIZRvR7MbPjCrGdE_u0nPyPbyvbLtfb1LezqQsVGp_DEOId6urR4OI4-MkzvyqnUOl2G7bCvP9FwJAbLZ4tyvu-rcskFJ01bNikHputY7olr/s1514/shield.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="1514" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1zuadPJkftg4TgD-QTZXZM6OEGSvdi8hUOkuyCeZsxMDAYXcUnWtWFpawNevTJvX-HetbBJutAUWjIZRvR7MbPjCrGdE_u0nPyPbyvbLtfb1LezqQsVGp_DEOId6urR4OI4-MkzvyqnUOl2G7bCvP9FwJAbLZ4tyvu-rcskFJ01bNikHputY7olr/w640-h186/shield.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Digging out the model again all these years later, I thought it was cool so I added a splurge of <b>Cygor Brown Contrast (+ contrast medium)</b> to see what would happen. It really adds contrast! Adding highlights of <b>Gehenna's Gold</b> and <b>MSP Bones Dragon Bronze</b> was quick and easy too, so I'm posting the paint recipe for future reference. (I have several 'recipe' books but they are all missing). I've still got nearly a full pot of Dwarf Bronze because I thought it was rubbish but I'm glad I saved it!</p><div><br /></div>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-90898829853275213172022-02-02T19:50:00.004+13:002022-02-04T18:43:45.345+13:00Squaduary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinE2-tUrRPXzU5W2Qy0-IqDtdl8f2dhKUX9WDolcNt_fpIgTri6OmeNA8LIpGj37b_5NCWT34kz5RTiNhQpIXz3lWFVMiqYxKsI1nPIGOZzpkbQXEPcnLGMvUNEmBdraaWFGBWl29MOFLG8Wr7ycKcZitBXoedXJrGydvh1v9x5mhvEL3QdSGwXBMx=s912" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="865" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinE2-tUrRPXzU5W2Qy0-IqDtdl8f2dhKUX9WDolcNt_fpIgTri6OmeNA8LIpGj37b_5NCWT34kz5RTiNhQpIXz3lWFVMiqYxKsI1nPIGOZzpkbQXEPcnLGMvUNEmBdraaWFGBWl29MOFLG8Wr7ycKcZitBXoedXJrGydvh1v9x5mhvEL3QdSGwXBMx=s320" width="304" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">Ok, I'm jumping on the Squaduary-not-Squaduary bandwagon. My squad is a selection of player characters from the <a href="https://www.polygon.com/2020/9/22/21449264/heroquest-board-game-remake-release-date-price-hasbro-haslab" target="_blank">HeroQuest</a> kickstarter. <span></span></p><a name='more'></a>We had a family game over the Christmas break and these were the chosen adventurers. Plus the barbarian. The barbarian is an auto-take and since there are only 4 of us (3 players and a DM) we use it as an semi-playable NPC to get us out of tight spots. 'Barb the Barbarian' is an interesting sculpt. There are female versions of all the basic heroes in the updated set. Very politically correct. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEih8u-WLSUDviATW5Qx0Nttbh4-mCX2EeCF4EuJcl6eDm7q8zLh9IMk2ZLzdSMfQgOhrqosecCVe4_OAFcXkv_7sstHxsHHoFcNIy1metR3lot1ypMLQw8FmgeyT1w9u0Xd3wme-sfHij8MIrfo1b5c9BwHskHYMsdLjkz8XSqL21znbR-tdX-QmiJY=s1489" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="1489" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEih8u-WLSUDviATW5Qx0Nttbh4-mCX2EeCF4EuJcl6eDm7q8zLh9IMk2ZLzdSMfQgOhrqosecCVe4_OAFcXkv_7sstHxsHHoFcNIy1metR3lot1ypMLQw8FmgeyT1w9u0Xd3wme-sfHij8MIrfo1b5c9BwHskHYMsdLjkz8XSqL21znbR-tdX-QmiJY=w640-h308" width="640" /></a></div><p>Continuing from left to right we have 'Wendy the Warlock', 'Verdaine the Druid' and 'Waaagh! the Bard' (yes, he's an Ork bard). I'm not sure most of my family really get into the roleplaying aspect when comes to naming characters but then I called my wizard avatar 'Jandalf the Great' so I have no cause to complain. In one game, I cast the spell 'Pass Through Rock' and inadvertently phased through to the boss room, triggering a party wipe. My family renamed him 'Jandalf the Mediocre'. </p><p>I don't actually recall joining the kickstarter. I dimly remember ordering shit online back in 2021 when I was having a lockdown low, but I was almost certainly intoxicated at the time. I can't even remember how much I paid for it. My eyesight tends to develop blind spots when I'm settling my credit card bill at the end of the month. </p><p>Anyway, this lot arrived out of the blue in November and I was completely surprised. My surprise turned to delight when I opened it up and saw that it was a more or less faithful re-creation of the 80's classic. I could harp on about how this (and Space Hulk/Crusade) were my gateway into model collecting as an adolescent struggling with reality, but I'm sure everyone has very similar stories.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7LjjgTVCELuKl6C6dr3XulnhTnSBQIZCXPKZ4Qg6UBdG_XIsXQGYjUttuL6NBz8SYF2WZrX1lpCTfZYFDks3VwSJrt47Hg8VI00dgPWE3k6I2vmWLcjkIJI41V5nSwbE6g3pPBKkhs1nZGU2rCnYKxZSZ24fzRT2GrhsbnGkC3j6MI0EK59YKmlNA=s1018" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1018" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7LjjgTVCELuKl6C6dr3XulnhTnSBQIZCXPKZ4Qg6UBdG_XIsXQGYjUttuL6NBz8SYF2WZrX1lpCTfZYFDks3VwSJrt47Hg8VI00dgPWE3k6I2vmWLcjkIJI41V5nSwbE6g3pPBKkhs1nZGU2rCnYKxZSZ24fzRT2GrhsbnGkC3j6MI0EK59YKmlNA=w400-h329" width="400" /></a></div><p>I've been meaning to paint them since then. I always <i>mean</i> to paint my boxed sets, but I never seem to get round to it. So I'm going to publicly commit this time. Actually, there are over 70 minis in the box so I'm not promising the whole set! Just these five for now. Hopefully it will give me some momentum. As stretch goal, I might do the furniture. </p><p>Some of the sculpts are a bit ropey and whoever put them together with superglue deserves a savage beating. Just look at the male barbarian's arm! That's shocking! Totally out of order. However, since they aren't the best models ever to come out, I don't need to paint them to the highest standard. It should make a nice change. I take far too long to paint minis and need to speed things up.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3fzsGR8dC4APiOoS7TZOEPnV4oulrPoMfSE7ZCDM82trFFyzjNzLk6PGUIkb6HRakmQh8T0X-a4dsZEsVmz2hFrFBNjO0KyaabbeThZNltWd4v0IUJJMwyAYjYkpDm_CvAFJFioS0wGQMTlBBkB_Qa0-1d4pYcP1E8YQ85wxxwjpEVr85v9-7nPyf=s954" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="833" data-original-width="954" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3fzsGR8dC4APiOoS7TZOEPnV4oulrPoMfSE7ZCDM82trFFyzjNzLk6PGUIkb6HRakmQh8T0X-a4dsZEsVmz2hFrFBNjO0KyaabbeThZNltWd4v0IUJJMwyAYjYkpDm_CvAFJFioS0wGQMTlBBkB_Qa0-1d4pYcP1E8YQ85wxxwjpEVr85v9-7nPyf=w640-h558" width="640" /></a></div><p>They deserve a bit of love though. I mean, look at my old dice next to the new ones. Those dice have had some <i>serious</i> play time over the years. The faces are practically worn away. Note the 40k scatter dice used as a stand in for a lost one. You get far more spares in the new set but I wish they'd kept them as the 'bunny dice' to be honest.</p><p>Speaking of bunny dice, if you've never heard of HeroQuest then this video is by far the best advertisement for it that I have ever seen. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="355" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Cx8sl2uC46A" width="427" youtube-src-id="Cx8sl2uC46A"></iframe></div><p>Even if you have already heard of HeroQuest I strongly urge you to watch it. Even if you have already heard of HeroQuest <i>and</i> seen the video, I think you should watch it again. The Bard is awesome.</p>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-31620049567629398272022-01-29T23:43:00.007+13:002022-02-04T18:44:10.693+13:00The budgie of Slaanesh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgT01xEYT_XxxvwGiwBFB2LNnEsMzWS5IguTrowGc429qh8C-4JoyQGpnHqPk_L-DT4NCVUgHA8RXBOCgtNsTHxI2i5TMSzaclJzmSGvw16ffRSnvZ2Tta3I_B7bfv8driDwyGNsnkY-hlMhT3r9QY9cprhgrwUhSHJrdLAoUZ_iHeZEyr7N854Fs68=s824" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="824" height="549" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgT01xEYT_XxxvwGiwBFB2LNnEsMzWS5IguTrowGc429qh8C-4JoyQGpnHqPk_L-DT4NCVUgHA8RXBOCgtNsTHxI2i5TMSzaclJzmSGvw16ffRSnvZ2Tta3I_B7bfv8driDwyGNsnkY-hlMhT3r9QY9cprhgrwUhSHJrdLAoUZ_iHeZEyr7N854Fs68=w640-h549" width="640" /></a></div><p>Look, up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a hellforged abomination! <span></span></p><a name='more'></a>Originally built in the Antares shipyards (Alpha Scorpii, not Ultima Segmentum), this craft was designated as a geosampler and general scout for a small explorator fleet. The tectomagnic bombs were replaced with seismic probes and the nose was remodelled to collect samples and crack open sections of rock. Thus equipped to unveil the secrets of planetary composition, it joined the intrepid voyage to unknown worlds. But that was centuries ago and the entire flotilla was lost to the Warp in its initial translation. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiQOUyZCoPwhmjhZqmEbIwxStS7Qy-rw6a5QBuDn60XiSmtwM4sz9E-4yPU5dqoqhrVDjY_5FJW_ULADLNuQMC1F5js1ogEhBCqIkXW27KP33ZzkqULinGYDHnuAL6FBsTAk2G-UDsjEOAUWalFrPsCuqoEx6TN33Wsmv9FJq-73KEoO1VHdwcKAFg=s961" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="961" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiQOUyZCoPwhmjhZqmEbIwxStS7Qy-rw6a5QBuDn60XiSmtwM4sz9E-4yPU5dqoqhrVDjY_5FJW_ULADLNuQMC1F5js1ogEhBCqIkXW27KP33ZzkqULinGYDHnuAL6FBsTAk2G-UDsjEOAUWalFrPsCuqoEx6TN33Wsmv9FJq-73KEoO1VHdwcKAFg=w400-h349" width="400" /></a></div><p>Subsumed by unnatural forces, the brave machine spirit of the Archaeopter was perverted. Its armourers and adepts, no longer bound by Imperial taboos on xenos technology, subjected it to further blasphemy. As a final insult/accolade, they named it 'The Budgie of Slaanesh'.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFkNvyWxESUZDFiZKv4UCGgmVTRVmPPj6IRLFl4YIyyRkMCcnmaeAVLBpfIoNKsxvMaaB8Ih1KPmoN7kRuZCJ-pW_M-I2vX5hqs8F7_rWeM3I70FIAGisNFCcet7uYr0OL8fhbjFFoAuFIdzmLpyrBelQ95F5Dfj7hxDJyc5cvfRByjI5u0CdrE41p=s1211" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="1211" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFkNvyWxESUZDFiZKv4UCGgmVTRVmPPj6IRLFl4YIyyRkMCcnmaeAVLBpfIoNKsxvMaaB8Ih1KPmoN7kRuZCJ-pW_M-I2vX5hqs8F7_rWeM3I70FIAGisNFCcet7uYr0OL8fhbjFFoAuFIdzmLpyrBelQ95F5Dfj7hxDJyc5cvfRByjI5u0CdrE41p=w640-h478" width="640" /></a></div><p>It's supposed to be a Mechanicum version of the <a href="https://www.games-workshop.com/en-PL/Adeptus-Mechanicus-Archaeopter-Fusilave-2020?_requestid=9959156" target="_blank">Archaeopter Fusilave</a>. I haven't played 40k since 2020 so I no longer feel constrained by the bounds of WYSIWYG. I exchanged the Fusilave Bombs for a trio of Tyranid spore mines. Not sure it feels more Chaos this way, but it definitely feels weirder. A bizarre, prolapsed payload. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhscJhCFJDjkFKoKwTyCZE-JEGZ2QazF3pvf-ZCiuSxDhOo1g30hke4eMpW8AbHCM4dNbXuV3rQprkZm2zzxJrTbPN3o4t4ZIvVVCnRGUZJ5EE4JlF5R3ye3sx27KOxL3-ZCyElV7sZqCYHm2nSLsUK2wwgDU35nBIiuiRlRUvxvQiKFbJeM9nWycT7=s921" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="921" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhscJhCFJDjkFKoKwTyCZE-JEGZ2QazF3pvf-ZCiuSxDhOo1g30hke4eMpW8AbHCM4dNbXuV3rQprkZm2zzxJrTbPN3o4t4ZIvVVCnRGUZJ5EE4JlF5R3ye3sx27KOxL3-ZCyElV7sZqCYHm2nSLsUK2wwgDU35nBIiuiRlRUvxvQiKFbJeM9nWycT7=w640-h564" width="640" /></a></div><p>From here on in, I'm just going to build what I like and stop worrying about base sizes, weapon loadouts and the correct decals to apply. I'm also not going to paint 97 of the buggers in order to play a handful of games and then abandon them in the never ending pursuit of <a href="https://monkeychuka.blogspot.com/2015/05/lord-commissar-cheese.html" target="_blank">cheese</a> (oh man, I'm <i>still</i> salty about those termagants!). On the flip side, without any time pressure or clearly defined goals, I'll probably backslide into Nurglesque sloth again. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMWxbpnakMqx6H1Pv6UtmL_IOnciL_698wMkuKi2lwkMEoHPMuUFZ5Ijao9YwMlW2ziSd9j2U2XOGONYTgDR_SXPknSyuvmTaH81wZ7aRMfqQ8QhxD3ZAl832v3ZRn-Okr01hYMgsd_I2C7kXPZdsn-Rar2zgydASHjscyHJFEa7FWAurrnbQszj0j=s1003" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="778" data-original-width="1003" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMWxbpnakMqx6H1Pv6UtmL_IOnciL_698wMkuKi2lwkMEoHPMuUFZ5Ijao9YwMlW2ziSd9j2U2XOGONYTgDR_SXPknSyuvmTaH81wZ7aRMfqQ8QhxD3ZAl832v3ZRn-Okr01hYMgsd_I2C7kXPZdsn-Rar2zgydASHjscyHJFEa7FWAurrnbQszj0j=w640-h496" width="640" /></a></div><p>Oh well, at least I'm not rotting away at my gaming machine playing make-work MMOs or horribly grindy and bloated Action-RPGs. For now, at any rate. My Hobby/Gaming/Lore triangle has become very lopsided these days and I mostly just listen to bolter-porn audiobooks. I still love the models of the Grimdark though so I'll find my groove eventually.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-lTuRE__oj8em2JW8NUtSBC4iveE7pxQ0caCMnGJyHDvQzKADGJLPTba-th6k4gtEQhJNhUr9Fmkz2qhJlzSnGkkC7cme5uR_8y5_F10MsT4n2Uq8ZZRj1oRGo1cl9ZxXJOq0KQx14wd3vERpP8F_2nw6IY__NjK1LkbDB2aQcB7OEonMct-CrvwO=s924" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="813" data-original-width="924" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-lTuRE__oj8em2JW8NUtSBC4iveE7pxQ0caCMnGJyHDvQzKADGJLPTba-th6k4gtEQhJNhUr9Fmkz2qhJlzSnGkkC7cme5uR_8y5_F10MsT4n2Uq8ZZRj1oRGo1cl9ZxXJOq0KQx14wd3vERpP8F_2nw6IY__NjK1LkbDB2aQcB7OEonMct-CrvwO=w400-h353" width="400" /></a></div><p>I should have finished this piece mid-week really but the ideas started to flow and I enjoyed tinkering with it. On the base, I shoved an air brush needle through the middle of a Warhammer tree and glued it through a piece of Secret Weapon miniatures tile that I never got round to painting. This is the true anchor point of the model; the talons just rest on the branches and stop it from pivoting. It was very fiddly and the tree had to be pruned and remodelled, but it turned out pretty well.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgABVHWNRTN3eBvacOrpqO7IFn5Lm5VfmXeBJZzUCgwYW_HIwPcDvdu1dmA3Oa52i_hrLPLDTunaQfI_Zn9Ne6Okvo7PLyyfH-Y-wCpwa_V2QR_q0ZCFoUtfZHJQXd9YJN6nsSDSOUnhOdubFn1qZyqqYgPGKeqwE0xwkkdf3viq65W2pUNmNQwog1c=s861" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="861" data-original-width="808" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgABVHWNRTN3eBvacOrpqO7IFn5Lm5VfmXeBJZzUCgwYW_HIwPcDvdu1dmA3Oa52i_hrLPLDTunaQfI_Zn9Ne6Okvo7PLyyfH-Y-wCpwa_V2QR_q0ZCFoUtfZHJQXd9YJN6nsSDSOUnhOdubFn1qZyqqYgPGKeqwE0xwkkdf3viq65W2pUNmNQwog1c=w301-h320" width="301" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2l6Lis1RzSSh9-MYmqTdPpYwVlUpBdA-S-fv92_MnxKs_4wWHu5vFcfJNOeCzZzfXPtZ7apO28F7kLxxF3erqrRj96pwVikzkeTPM9HDmk1T9m_yyR0rDdTt9GZkU2bHsSgB8z2kdbokm0S3iWvv4KLMDwY6hOjNJDdTCwHwr_1C3ts4zRomDfSfl=s864" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2l6Lis1RzSSh9-MYmqTdPpYwVlUpBdA-S-fv92_MnxKs_4wWHu5vFcfJNOeCzZzfXPtZ7apO28F7kLxxF3erqrRj96pwVikzkeTPM9HDmk1T9m_yyR0rDdTt9GZkU2bHsSgB8z2kdbokm0S3iWvv4KLMDwY6hOjNJDdTCwHwr_1C3ts4zRomDfSfl=w302-h320" width="302" /></a></div></div><p>The mark of Slaanesh nose was unceremoniously pulled off and replaced with mechanicus pincers. I considered attaching them horizontally as Castigator suggested and admit it looks pretty terrifying but I decided not to in the end. It seemed more insectile than birdlike and this model was always going to be a budgie. Having removed the only Slaaneshi symbol on the vehicle I was a bit stumped about making it a devotee of She Who Thirsts. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhezMwFyaCCj9FBqPNOud7WwQLbYwU1Vf56bgtKpQEwoc6fCFe6dvDlQZsAsTrQEmUWXYZB2O-ij6fPs6OzIrq_JbcnPyvOdSgW3h9zR85QSIyCvhH-JFL82nFpuevMKsLL0bEOJ3Z1bZkQpCvwgLunJYLeZfb-wqISBnmPprUW36PngE6tbrrxfya2=s1052" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="716" data-original-width="1052" height="435" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhezMwFyaCCj9FBqPNOud7WwQLbYwU1Vf56bgtKpQEwoc6fCFe6dvDlQZsAsTrQEmUWXYZB2O-ij6fPs6OzIrq_JbcnPyvOdSgW3h9zR85QSIyCvhH-JFL82nFpuevMKsLL0bEOJ3Z1bZkQpCvwgLunJYLeZfb-wqISBnmPprUW36PngE6tbrrxfya2=w640-h435" width="640" /></a></div><p>So I decided it was time for a bit of freehand, which is enjoyable in some ways but also fraught with peril and very time consuming. I had an idea to use decals in order to speed things up a bit. These are Necron in origin but I changed them to show that this is a blend of Necron (crop circles), Chaos (mark of Slaanesh) and Tyranid (six legged beastie). I thought I was being very clever but disaster struck at the 11th hour when all the bastard things began silvering. Some of them started to peel off. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicH3yY-fNW0ggfo29xgjgDFyaO2_WiFRU-wv04NSNuLVCQV4pRz9cT6epl9sIP04HVBvFnUmwKml5P1SZUyNRPTiiGgEN9eNJsKvETdG-yoek7Bak3zp8fptgcuwncg30EenRANQlYFrvY2FJaqpLPlL06LJSXsb8rn-OI_cAE7pFw6oWsLB6caMFk=s904" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="802" data-original-width="904" height="568" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicH3yY-fNW0ggfo29xgjgDFyaO2_WiFRU-wv04NSNuLVCQV4pRz9cT6epl9sIP04HVBvFnUmwKml5P1SZUyNRPTiiGgEN9eNJsKvETdG-yoek7Bak3zp8fptgcuwncg30EenRANQlYFrvY2FJaqpLPlL06LJSXsb8rn-OI_cAE7pFw6oWsLB6caMFk=w640-h568" width="640" /></a></div><p>The more they dried out, the worse it got. I tried my usual fixing techniques: Lashings of Microset decal softener; Puncturing holes in the air pockets and adding even more Microset; Peeling back and re-applying parts of the transfer (I'd already painted over them at this point so removing them altogether would have made matters worse). </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipJNO0pg8YKmGcrSDopisgN1P_a7zNmWlQNsHJTZj0G583EhmwNWa-pvZ11RlTVt5KuEFQVliT-oIIN9ie2tWJy17jPR-xOajXpaiTPf1KG5DM-Zh-2aPpmBv1snJw_t-rFm8Bo5D5fa76Seq_YIHBzO3wW2EK-wqSqxU64y_1DBnYcGofopQI_ule=s941" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="941" data-original-width="639" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipJNO0pg8YKmGcrSDopisgN1P_a7zNmWlQNsHJTZj0G583EhmwNWa-pvZ11RlTVt5KuEFQVliT-oIIN9ie2tWJy17jPR-xOajXpaiTPf1KG5DM-Zh-2aPpmBv1snJw_t-rFm8Bo5D5fa76Seq_YIHBzO3wW2EK-wqSqxU64y_1DBnYcGofopQI_ule=w434-h640" width="434" /></a></div><p>In the end they would only stay down with the judicious application of varnish which pretty much ruined the finish on the wings. Another evening spent weeping gently into the paint station. Maybe it's the colorshift paint but a more likely explanation is that I was using really old Necron transfers and the adhesive on the backing paper had gone funky. The decals on the inner surfaces of the wings were newer and didn't seem as bad.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnXIzQyN-K3fcuIbYHSgtXndaPveANkwLAAFLkNSR5Vjz2orqEHUhfsK_lbEfJth0EjPbrTbHd2EGZnCp4wu2z3vH7gFek9psLO6vryKY_-uXjiXo_vCQ284C1KHPU0oXcdF7B0Wuqw0FQl6DhTw4LknHTaBW5v6IQdMo6y_mN_VL3hvJKihHLZY2E=s1199" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="888" data-original-width="1199" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnXIzQyN-K3fcuIbYHSgtXndaPveANkwLAAFLkNSR5Vjz2orqEHUhfsK_lbEfJth0EjPbrTbHd2EGZnCp4wu2z3vH7gFek9psLO6vryKY_-uXjiXo_vCQ284C1KHPU0oXcdF7B0Wuqw0FQl6DhTw4LknHTaBW5v6IQdMo6y_mN_VL3hvJKihHLZY2E=w640-h474" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Ah well, at least my hobby muse finally came back. Slinking into the house in the wee small hours of the morning like a stray cat. </span></div><p>"Where the feck have you been?" I demanded, "and what time do you call this!?". </p><p>The muse just snorted derisively and rolled her eyes, sauntering off to the kitchen to raid the fridge. </p><p>"You treat this house like a bloody hotel!" I yelled after her. It's an extremely one sided relationship. I can't deny that I had a blast painting this though. After I'd reconverted it of course. It all seemed easy, once the ruinous powers told me what to do. Apart from the 'decal debacle' of course, but that's Chaos for you.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhY-uftgCQKVviWnQwQU9em1yikd4yvHMITubCVUKqb-6s1pvnKrqTq1kA5qDEybPTC9PvMt1qxD8w_lSY73pJtxH7fzo69FUc9Bge605X2D0vdDOojpYmu1GleU20tfydvN37tFFm9ySTYd7pa0zeT8ljeqzvIlhWdqgqjZgdFAfOY4-ItnbyQ2hed=s1016" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="1007" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhY-uftgCQKVviWnQwQU9em1yikd4yvHMITubCVUKqb-6s1pvnKrqTq1kA5qDEybPTC9PvMt1qxD8w_lSY73pJtxH7fzo69FUc9Bge605X2D0vdDOojpYmu1GleU20tfydvN37tFFm9ySTYd7pa0zeT8ljeqzvIlhWdqgqjZgdFAfOY4-ItnbyQ2hed=w634-h640" width="634" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">I also created my own hellforge icon if you look closely at the canopy and tail. This is the height of conceit, but then Slaanesh is the god of excess and hedonism and its good to have a bit of backstory. Pride always comes before a fall.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhnennxdq0lYk0VDAz9mY28l0Quz4N5NhqqjPb7qByUMf9xI8cd4EobzHpgGxwSkra5ORVlO0MlmQVVLGmZQ2RosebuOVz0IGwrHiucGxqOqR0LucfHGliqi8c2mDiv_0sA7orU3tVsiipm1k5arxjBTQ1KAtBM13LujXlFDQd4ZSXQhvNCqYWBoFOP=s1144" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="1144" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhnennxdq0lYk0VDAz9mY28l0Quz4N5NhqqjPb7qByUMf9xI8cd4EobzHpgGxwSkra5ORVlO0MlmQVVLGmZQ2RosebuOVz0IGwrHiucGxqOqR0LucfHGliqi8c2mDiv_0sA7orU3tVsiipm1k5arxjBTQ1KAtBM13LujXlFDQd4ZSXQhvNCqYWBoFOP=w400-h269" width="400" /></a></div>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-11024913289917098462022-01-20T01:21:00.007+13:002022-02-04T19:45:45.027+13:00Wendy, I'm home<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiE-LokMFdOMzxE5lIF11-m04efPZUN6BtJXhmIzpcZS0cwV8SiSjBMG-n_olBUXgjYcRfGxuRhvU8H-0E-FQR4yCs-ZYXUuTrzx0Rp63Hu_RzFMwixL_wkQLvM8F7dZfWv4S8nn_xtWpjL4OBPpoqhNlV4JE839qVx_PTPksxrYDL8fo_VlRWtUpZv=s1343" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="926" data-original-width="1343" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiE-LokMFdOMzxE5lIF11-m04efPZUN6BtJXhmIzpcZS0cwV8SiSjBMG-n_olBUXgjYcRfGxuRhvU8H-0E-FQR4yCs-ZYXUuTrzx0Rp63Hu_RzFMwixL_wkQLvM8F7dZfWv4S8nn_xtWpjL4OBPpoqhNlV4JE839qVx_PTPksxrYDL8fo_VlRWtUpZv=w640-h442" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Well that was a bit of a hiatus. Nearly a year since my last post and I didn't do any hobby at all until the Christmas break. <span><a name='more'></a></span>I suppose I could put it down to Covid blues but I've got nothing to whinge about really. I don't even know anyone who has tested positive apart from friends and relations in the UK. I've had more or less unrestricted movement (domestically) for months. New Zealand has weathered this storm pretty well but at the end of the day we've only stemmed the tide, not stopped it. The spectre of plague looms over my head. I can't quite put my finger on it, its just a vague feeling of impending doom (Climate change? Tongan volcanoes? Northland tsunamis? Listening to too much Creedence Clearwater Revival?). I quit my lucrative contract job before the break and landed a permanent, salaried position with a bank, which offered free life insurance, a discount on my mortgage and pension contributions in the package. If I didn't know myself better, I'd say I was running scared. Or getting old. Who knows, I might become a doom prepper.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLzg5UncNNmjF7jxyHUBC5zD4QLYFfEJ0i_Omgfg4wFjDBtFxWgWTee78alj9Sw44MefiGyxoERQGlXk6H2AJGl8qvnHN4MX9w937RCaALczMWWCWQQYfBm2AWKbVmNKqkP2ag8apXP5rv-2FTURC-fmQqGFaB4uIaS_ALTKechQJD29OiNI0H2qlY=s1343" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="1343" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLzg5UncNNmjF7jxyHUBC5zD4QLYFfEJ0i_Omgfg4wFjDBtFxWgWTee78alj9Sw44MefiGyxoERQGlXk6H2AJGl8qvnHN4MX9w937RCaALczMWWCWQQYfBm2AWKbVmNKqkP2ag8apXP5rv-2FTURC-fmQqGFaB4uIaS_ALTKechQJD29OiNI0H2qlY=w640-h430" width="640" /></a></div><p>Anyhoo, this was a Christmas present from my son, a 'WizKids D&D Beholder'. He knows I've always liked these beasties and it was a subtle reminder to get back to the hobby station. Even my ex-wife asked why I'd stopped painting. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4Or9JgFev8uNJpLBFwMXvZJ5kzgyThMB44uZI4uwu8Ah1MrJWh6YiAJ0oimz_OH0gSkIB6o7ovMYKlbbxx0BZJJs5K_GdbPLRLWV6ocTzBXmMjrf4iLzjPT_6QOiLUW-RrUnHmmtf21BZAW5DhCcUvU06lO1Gay5F-z0sX9KaUkSzLGFk82Y7NvqL=s926" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="926" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4Or9JgFev8uNJpLBFwMXvZJ5kzgyThMB44uZI4uwu8Ah1MrJWh6YiAJ0oimz_OH0gSkIB6o7ovMYKlbbxx0BZJJs5K_GdbPLRLWV6ocTzBXmMjrf4iLzjPT_6QOiLUW-RrUnHmmtf21BZAW5DhCcUvU06lO1Gay5F-z0sX9KaUkSzLGFk82Y7NvqL=w640-h634" width="640" /></a></div><p>It is a cool model. Nothing says D&D quite like a Beholder. Well, apart from a Dragon I suppose. Or a Gelatinous Cube. Or a Hobgoblin. Or an Umber Hulk. Come to think of it, trying to pigeon hole D&D like that flies in the face of all that it stands for. But it's a very familiar monster in the manual. The kit comes with several alternative options; different eye stalks firing various bolts of nightmarish magic. I didn't use them in the end, preferring the unsettling gaze of eleven floating eyeballs. The plastic isn't the sort you can use polystyrene cement on and there were some hideous mold lines. Who puts a mold line directly through the surface of an eye ball, for God's sake? But it cleaned up really well and has some lovely detail. I'm such a bloody GW fanboy, I rarely look at other products, which is a shame.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgkwGduOZpQPvPbk2E9aG1F9FfsbhWZlphfzGVe8e6IRpf94boPtGREdSV0GKKRFgaOH19pLIx2GX1IqAK07dgOHzoaxl5JUI8FgksnZj89MKUll4Sb-JUbmv8UMup9r1l7B20QP1x4Ez_hvI0AZ_VxzyprGuh4IkPoNL8fcnaF6lIuAvifXVVuoT_M=s812" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="812" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgkwGduOZpQPvPbk2E9aG1F9FfsbhWZlphfzGVe8e6IRpf94boPtGREdSV0GKKRFgaOH19pLIx2GX1IqAK07dgOHzoaxl5JUI8FgksnZj89MKUll4Sb-JUbmv8UMup9r1l7B20QP1x4Ez_hvI0AZ_VxzyprGuh4IkPoNL8fcnaF6lIuAvifXVVuoT_M=w504-h640" width="504" /></a></div><p>The iris and pupil are sculpted in an inverted way, which I found fascinating. At first I wasn't sure why the sculptor did it like this. But it models the parts of the eye much better this way. It certainly makes the pupil look more realistic since it properly mimics the shape, which is to say, a hole. The kit comes with a translucent 'cornea' which slots over the whole eye socket. I experimented but found that I preferred it uncovered. I could have merged it more seamlessly around the edges than in the photo but I didn't want to wreck the paint job, so I just got rid in the end.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZ914PhRIErLeV6eTC542oHUq5Xr9c20RSMCgdbxfsru7do5mWj9hqRTdJ_m4vir8cxLTYbLMWMuhCLF2YlIN4dcxnR7MnOE7ydyyg5BEjv1LIskCIY0TqAtMy6Ih5591iWeDGd90pKG237k93HeV5_576gmJEuYwrBqjdJs-XrNvLfoJLQPxEgbgL=s1100" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="978" data-original-width="1100" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZ914PhRIErLeV6eTC542oHUq5Xr9c20RSMCgdbxfsru7do5mWj9hqRTdJ_m4vir8cxLTYbLMWMuhCLF2YlIN4dcxnR7MnOE7ydyyg5BEjv1LIskCIY0TqAtMy6Ih5591iWeDGd90pKG237k93HeV5_576gmJEuYwrBqjdJs-XrNvLfoJLQPxEgbgL=w400-h356" width="400" /></a></div><p>The stem which connects it to the stand is translucent plastic too and I don't think you are supposed to paint it. I got a bit lazy and couldn't be bothered basing so I tried to make it a 'pouf' of smoke. Sort of like a magician's flourish, or an ungodly fart. It turned out alright. You've got to keep experimenting.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFUNW9GWtwhNcTRwQdUPEG3pftn-dcpoz6yfwaUuGaHbDqx77UrFbbiUcyJpnNXwjiC0xaaFS38yuisJwxVlES5ZK82Rp9PtrQ8-xUuduDybMFvLIo8685uDRG3C9ZDPLw8j-DDptiatA80nDgo7_HJn60NAKRZg-k9OMbZoa5DgOOiWFVf6AlB1ow=s894" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="833" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFUNW9GWtwhNcTRwQdUPEG3pftn-dcpoz6yfwaUuGaHbDqx77UrFbbiUcyJpnNXwjiC0xaaFS38yuisJwxVlES5ZK82Rp9PtrQ8-xUuduDybMFvLIo8685uDRG3C9ZDPLw8j-DDptiatA80nDgo7_HJn60NAKRZg-k9OMbZoa5DgOOiWFVf6AlB1ow=w596-h640" width="596" /></a></div><p>Now that I'm (sort of) in the mood, the spectre of my painting backlog looms over me. I started on the <a href="http://monkeychuka.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-eagle-has-landed.html" target="_blank">Fusilave</a> which was only half finished for the <a href="http://monkeychuka.blogspot.com/2020/07/maelstrom-thirteenth.html">Maelstrom</a> tournament back in 2020. Man, I've really gotten out of the hobby habit. As soon as I started painting, I decided that I didn't like it. But instead of drifting back to the Playstation for another 2 months, I hacked its nose off and replaced it with those Mechanicus crane-block, crab-claw things that came with the Galvanic Magnavent terrain kit.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvEiWWdWrfQ0dZ1VenUe15s_2mG7xMvDMSiHKpHf--CDrwRA8Is28nfXVQ5GnjxCBlK9NvddIMMKm3_4gW6u1X6wWSrqpcoxSYsJ9ASnWWCah1g-mN7_kMcqKVxE7eQnocjCQtJXzeJyYkBRMdtM2YTtACvvDWvkwDdTOIqgqKsBdNh9kEYWXsFtu0=s726" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="726" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvEiWWdWrfQ0dZ1VenUe15s_2mG7xMvDMSiHKpHf--CDrwRA8Is28nfXVQ5GnjxCBlK9NvddIMMKm3_4gW6u1X6wWSrqpcoxSYsJ9ASnWWCah1g-mN7_kMcqKVxE7eQnocjCQtJXzeJyYkBRMdtM2YTtACvvDWvkwDdTOIqgqKsBdNh9kEYWXsFtu0=w400-h305" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>I think the spider skull block-and-tackle looks awesome and was very reluctant to cut it up when I opened the box and got a good look at it. I was really careful with the surgery however and I can still use the rest of the parts for some pure folly project in the future. I'll just roll up some greenstuff mechadendrites to patch it up. Maybe even a bit of Necron tech.</p><p><br /></p></div>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-50624137720702414052021-02-15T22:23:00.006+13:002022-02-05T14:07:18.937+13:00Primaris Apothecary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8cwd-WUJSErypCaIEY7V_IvU7OrfBW4wlGE0gySS5gEavPpPxUBnC9wdDfAZT6Fo-UVtxuHwgFCTAkZ0C54-HEnpzR3kM_ysklEySqSB3oIeEA0p3wEinVRqu8LbMR9LggfXdyM37ZA/s727/Apothecary_0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8cwd-WUJSErypCaIEY7V_IvU7OrfBW4wlGE0gySS5gEavPpPxUBnC9wdDfAZT6Fo-UVtxuHwgFCTAkZ0C54-HEnpzR3kM_ysklEySqSB3oIeEA0p3wEinVRqu8LbMR9LggfXdyM37ZA/w396-h400/Apothecary_0.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><br /><p>Painting marines white is harder than I thought. Hats off to all you White Scars players out there. <span></span></p><a name='more'></a>I wanted to give him a bluish tinge so used Drakenhof Nightshade for the recess shading. Trying to replicate the glorious version of the the Apothecary painted by the <a href="https://www.games-workshop.com/en-NZ/Space-Marines-Primaris-Apothecary-2020" target="_blank">GW team</a> (is it still 'Eavy Metal?) is an exercise in madness. There was no way mine was going to be as good but it was definitely inspiration.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTARc-J82ZKTHY6TtTyVKY3onSLVVnDFhucxpq77xxmQuKhgXF9NsibkxKxWVbA7LyStR20zLbYBLGqgaozGUoxhAw0lbDXOkbojQFmBkbiu4-8kPbtaFc0MZKWp2Jcd8eJseQ8lMtVbU/s977/Apothecary_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="977" data-original-width="957" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTARc-J82ZKTHY6TtTyVKY3onSLVVnDFhucxpq77xxmQuKhgXF9NsibkxKxWVbA7LyStR20zLbYBLGqgaozGUoxhAw0lbDXOkbojQFmBkbiu4-8kPbtaFc0MZKWp2Jcd8eJseQ8lMtVbU/w626-h640/Apothecary_1.jpg" width="626" /></a></div><br /><p>Nevertheless, this was really enjoyable to paint. There is just something about the sculpt which fires my imagination. The Apothecary is touted as a healer, but isn't he also a necromancer of sorts? In the books I've read, I rarely see them doing much actual healing. Their main role seems to be defiling the corpses of their brethren, salvaging arcane and unnatural organs which are then resurrected inside the bodies of neophyte recruits. It all sounds a bit sinister and Frankenstein, I mean just look at Fabius Bile. He's technically an apothecary, or at least he was. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifszJNS-BBEVjboptGlTWxXIvViMhBMIsEGtcgM4kbZ-JxmLNMc7M2W5Y5MIA0c6FZLYuAAx6rX56xKY4l6QwEltdNRxZ0rM4Iys99tckryZnLxzTcvvVx7ei8rBY6dBQjFfNmCS2PsZA/s1043/Apothecary_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1043" data-original-width="890" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifszJNS-BBEVjboptGlTWxXIvViMhBMIsEGtcgM4kbZ-JxmLNMc7M2W5Y5MIA0c6FZLYuAAx6rX56xKY4l6QwEltdNRxZ0rM4Iys99tckryZnLxzTcvvVx7ei8rBY6dBQjFfNmCS2PsZA/w546-h640/Apothecary_2.jpg" width="546" /></a></div><br /><p>This sculpt shows the good doctor resting his boot on the chest of a fallen comrade. Blithely examining the progenoid gland he just ripped out of his brother's neck. Illuminor Szeras has got nothing on this guy. You can even see the exit wound. This sort of casual brutality sums up the noble Adeptus Astartes for me. Yes, he's technically a healer and is performing a necessary service by preserving the precious genetic heritage of his chapter. But at his core, he's just another dehumanised warrior-fanatic and the <i>Emperor's Peace</i> amounts to efficient resource collection. Its macabre is what it is. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6GhvhWdivUfuQt4RbQSHHqdIwG_x8E0n32EOTZ_eoXDOh6ArWtMntgKQG9RClp09C_m7iPmh670fLH9h9iGYRp_CDvxlE6MClHoGwabCMoczDl0xBwKaFiQasbk1ZqWwz4grq42enlo/s1081/Apothecary_3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="827" data-original-width="1081" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6GhvhWdivUfuQt4RbQSHHqdIwG_x8E0n32EOTZ_eoXDOh6ArWtMntgKQG9RClp09C_m7iPmh670fLH9h9iGYRp_CDvxlE6MClHoGwabCMoczDl0xBwKaFiQasbk1ZqWwz4grq42enlo/w640-h490/Apothecary_3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I suppose I could have painted the dead marine on the base from an enemy chapter. It still amounts to desecration of a fallen enemy. Something Achilles did in the Iliad which ultimately sealed his fate. Hector was the hero in that story, trying to protect his people and his family, not Achilles. I decided to paint my 'patient' as a Red Scorpion and tell that story, but I've seen a lot of other people rebase the whole model. Removing the dead marine entirely, presumably to make it a less grisly scene. But it's one of the reasons why I like the model so much. It's a vignette, it tells a tale and is an insight into the nature of the Angels of Death. I'll probably never play a game with him, but it's a brilliant model that I just had to own.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2oaJyKmHCyy-vfTlBvKnQJ7rxGNfgQWhjjzBEBQkl0Z4IsKiGas2WjT0s5f6lXqAkNOj6ATszhoqY0ejASRu6ApEohpaZ6C0yuC9hJoU-PT1BLdf9l0WL4EyLCr_fn2cc5yAqRvT6WAY/s878/Apothecary_4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="839" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2oaJyKmHCyy-vfTlBvKnQJ7rxGNfgQWhjjzBEBQkl0Z4IsKiGas2WjT0s5f6lXqAkNOj6ATszhoqY0ejASRu6ApEohpaZ6C0yuC9hJoU-PT1BLdf9l0WL4EyLCr_fn2cc5yAqRvT6WAY/w612-h640/Apothecary_4.jpg" width="612" /></a></div><br /><p>My favourite apothecary in 40k lore is probably <a href="https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Talos_Valcoran" target="_blank">Talos Valcoran</a> from Aaron Dembski-Bowden's disturbing 'Night Lords' series. Valcorian's bedside manner certainly leaves much to be desired and you would not want his fellow Apothecary, '<a href="https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Variel_the_Flayer" target="_blank">Variel the Flayer</a>' anywhere near your bed, except in your darkest nightmares. Ironically, it is Variel who does all of the actual healing, albeit in a most unorthodox manner.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHI6SVOOL5b08JjV5BE7gUpphp5tlMl0x4EcSI2URvAPLk0lwBYSI4ItEr2qfhQ_lXuy7jS8boWYz6Qqt2kPRwxrqdbXxlgDHd2r-dFi6McZ6DfRrlVBqEm8CeFGyAOfcT6-n0AMuie6E/s910/Apothecary_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="910" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHI6SVOOL5b08JjV5BE7gUpphp5tlMl0x4EcSI2URvAPLk0lwBYSI4ItEr2qfhQ_lXuy7jS8boWYz6Qqt2kPRwxrqdbXxlgDHd2r-dFi6McZ6DfRrlVBqEm8CeFGyAOfcT6-n0AMuie6E/w640-h536/Apothecary_5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I read somewhere that they made Red Scorpions a successor chapter of the Ultramarines, or at least strongly implied it. How very disappointing. Part of the allure of this chapter for me was that it was an unknown founding. The Scorpions could have been an Emperor's Children successor chapter. The Sigillite could have ordered the captured geneseed from the fallen legions to be preserved instead of destroyed. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuyq1GBZg7seA1BNWX-ZhqU1wKadR-tS26X7WQaA_X3PnL48ftu0jytpdtYMLgNG_DakDS3Cx2eGabHTEX-GJyNha6SsfVgYsK2bzaA9g_koi4x-Cz09YkqQ0kw8aHTR4bzjnbdOp8B4/s834/Apothecary_6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="810" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuyq1GBZg7seA1BNWX-ZhqU1wKadR-tS26X7WQaA_X3PnL48ftu0jytpdtYMLgNG_DakDS3Cx2eGabHTEX-GJyNha6SsfVgYsK2bzaA9g_koi4x-Cz09YkqQ0kw8aHTR4bzjnbdOp8B4/w622-h640/Apothecary_6.jpg" width="622" /></a></div><br /><p>What a waste of resources to purge an entire legion just because their leader went batshit crazy. Mind you, they all carry the genetic material of their fathers in their implanted glands so that doesn't bode well I suppose. This Apothecary could have been safeguarding a bit of Lorgar's heritage for all we knew. But now its just boring, boring smurfs. (Granted this is what I play them as in game, but that's not the point!)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBlsactPoBeMMMFN6FmErl9gD3p-ZOnOcrtn5_dWJ6Mdp0phMbC3QUUh0OIqJvE0yYW46SUvchIHadU5DhrIdJxq3Uo_CB6t4aVJzucFGVRFey-_gc1CsUxHpCNObd9AtJJ00avsNv40/s372/bringmeanothersmurf.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBlsactPoBeMMMFN6FmErl9gD3p-ZOnOcrtn5_dWJ6Mdp0phMbC3QUUh0OIqJvE0yYW46SUvchIHadU5DhrIdJxq3Uo_CB6t4aVJzucFGVRFey-_gc1CsUxHpCNObd9AtJJ00avsNv40/s320/bringmeanothersmurf.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-18600725750797754122021-01-17T01:02:00.006+13:002022-02-05T12:28:46.752+13:00This Way Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpFHMtDnVQG2b-wS_oKR_kBD9fGuVIJJFhPI5qi6ncHGbPWm8h4cdKdCoFLb42u1dDJ1Zi8vWEK0isQF80h3wqrfGINZucK8Z96_NaWnestWvbNhZYPoY8tTVKbDSyVzYJ0jp-j_owpw/s922/5armiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="868" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpFHMtDnVQG2b-wS_oKR_kBD9fGuVIJJFhPI5qi6ncHGbPWm8h4cdKdCoFLb42u1dDJ1Zi8vWEK0isQF80h3wqrfGINZucK8Z96_NaWnestWvbNhZYPoY8tTVKbDSyVzYJ0jp-j_owpw/w376-h400/5armiger.jpg" width="376" /></a></div><p> And so my descent into the howling interstices of the Immaterium continues with the latest heretek Warglaive fresh off the assembly line.</p><p><span></span></p><a name='more'></a>It's not quite freefall; I just bought the Primaris Apothecary model which is so good I daren't convert it. I might finally pluck up the courage to paint a marine in white armour. A crisp marine would be just the right palate cleanser after this fella.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2N_JENHlKjqqcwVGogUe_zK69ilsO0CtCHuNbDyetj6IjC6x0d0XoS44ODt2cPOoLroU29h5LWn0B7qxM_gzWNvcf1OzVdqJk0NrHfNq10u-I7fmWBLbVmAmHUDVudY3N78QJXKawnk/s863/1armiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="740" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2N_JENHlKjqqcwVGogUe_zK69ilsO0CtCHuNbDyetj6IjC6x0d0XoS44ODt2cPOoLroU29h5LWn0B7qxM_gzWNvcf1OzVdqJk0NrHfNq10u-I7fmWBLbVmAmHUDVudY3N78QJXKawnk/w343-h400/1armiger.jpg" width="343" /></a></div><br /><p>The beast is an attempt to placate Grandfather Nurgle. I have a feeling it might not be fecund or tumescent enough for the Great Plague Lord who likes his corruption bloated. If machines could have weeping sores however, I hope they would look like this. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="359" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vBdp5DKBGuE" width="442" youtube-src-id="vBdp5DKBGuE"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>I did another glory hole 360 video and you can see the poor old turntable twitching and wobbling away. I think I've worn it out. Forcing it to rotate endlessly with hefty models and weighted bases balanced on top has probably overstrained the mechanism.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNCvm3jF0sYjNz5utj04SGYVM-Sf-BJVdGYHsnKixC4g6SGqwf-q2wIB2nV_KUsNOSlZo4HZDo8Si2Gy8rxZyKPajTdG4NgSmKaszbufDltL2-yXnX8C2W1n-yqhc_oPDRPCeYS3f5f0k/s1602/2armiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="860" data-original-width="1602" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNCvm3jF0sYjNz5utj04SGYVM-Sf-BJVdGYHsnKixC4g6SGqwf-q2wIB2nV_KUsNOSlZo4HZDo8Si2Gy8rxZyKPajTdG4NgSmKaszbufDltL2-yXnX8C2W1n-yqhc_oPDRPCeYS3f5f0k/w640-h344/2armiger.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I can hear something grinding inside it now as it rotates and the bottom has come loose. It's probably time to get a new, industrial strength turntable that can take the weight of a spitting cat. That could provide a lifetime of fun.</p><p>Speaking of animals, I not sure what I was attempting here. Something raptorlike and Dinobot for sure. I think it ended up a bit ratlike however, skittering through the wasteland. Spewing filth from strange, ventral orifices like a 41st millenium muck spreader. I'm not sure you'd want this particular bio-mechanical horror to fertilize your crops. Not unless you were hoping for a very grimdark version of Jack and the Beanstalk outside your window when you woke up the next morning.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dsKAmfCRzhLpYokym9LRAZEX_7u_HMWE7aaIfMJ-DgalSiZH0DnsyRqrrHNRp46R1IQHl77ckZU7GQSjyqm8C-6pXzAF28pDHS5Ksh-IzHD1DbZ8k9N3qAoSRmhbtbPIDYwjKvX_Ljw/s1112/3armiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="847" data-original-width="1112" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dsKAmfCRzhLpYokym9LRAZEX_7u_HMWE7aaIfMJ-DgalSiZH0DnsyRqrrHNRp46R1IQHl77ckZU7GQSjyqm8C-6pXzAF28pDHS5Ksh-IzHD1DbZ8k9N3qAoSRmhbtbPIDYwjKvX_Ljw/w640-h488/3armiger.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I've been dicking around with the model for months now. When I finally realised that I was never actually going to finish it, I just stopped. I painted the rim, washed my brushes and started taking photos. I think it was the right decision really, I was in danger of over-egging the pudding. GW Technical paints are too much fun. Whoever invented Nurgle's Rot deserves a medal in my opinion, but you've got to stop short of pouring the damn stuff all over the model.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVXTtRj-DUAtzgTj9MqlZX8kvdimXjXsvv0KXFgVSXDp20gbZjdSPcC1wkPfDK9a9sf-KyWIuVSA_hgpZYGQW2xR1b_znVWVZILka6MFckfSnFENnBBh7e-K45vPHZYeOvJ-_vH2VoM8/s921/4armiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="921" data-original-width="847" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVXTtRj-DUAtzgTj9MqlZX8kvdimXjXsvv0KXFgVSXDp20gbZjdSPcC1wkPfDK9a9sf-KyWIuVSA_hgpZYGQW2xR1b_znVWVZILka6MFckfSnFENnBBh7e-K45vPHZYeOvJ-_vH2VoM8/w294-h320/4armiger.jpg" width="294" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjIlCk1_HVr9q93o58aPJPWdMbGRuf8GGEeO9z3_4JKwWGW_mlnhmY9nOYO4JnmpsxkScB2Wa1esA8YXmH5c6BFGdVMk8s-OQouEmZdFh0mUMr5bi5iVnLV5h5QyB_wHarlKa0EYmygPo/s2000/rust2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1486" data-original-width="2000" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjIlCk1_HVr9q93o58aPJPWdMbGRuf8GGEeO9z3_4JKwWGW_mlnhmY9nOYO4JnmpsxkScB2Wa1esA8YXmH5c6BFGdVMk8s-OQouEmZdFh0mUMr5bi5iVnLV5h5QyB_wHarlKa0EYmygPo/w320-h238/rust2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div>I wanted the front to be clean with the Warglaive becoming more and more messed up along its length. The base would reflect that too. But I found some pictures of wet rust online and really wanted to give it a go on the tongue. I liked it so much I did various bits and pieces in the same way to balance it out.<div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialBcRrWiUy3pqZ52W2iG78pnwWMixl8i-szlGacXOc3BiuwDwuwuwx34jmg3Svy_QkwjWXLfQAXvXQaxyqFXakPtzWuIzBi0J7kNIPaI2I3Q89LsW5R83ve-AbH_xuKlk9XpjXx8ZHfY/s1554/0armiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="937" data-original-width="1554" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialBcRrWiUy3pqZ52W2iG78pnwWMixl8i-szlGacXOc3BiuwDwuwuwx34jmg3Svy_QkwjWXLfQAXvXQaxyqFXakPtzWuIzBi0J7kNIPaI2I3Q89LsW5R83ve-AbH_xuKlk9XpjXx8ZHfY/w640-h386/0armiger.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The pinned foot has held up well, surviving an accidental kicking across the garage floor after being dropped. I wanted a distressed look but this was taking it a bit far.</div></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_h_aWCi82mVDshAbnGmLpHVR7DnUOfRKKsT-RcV33CyK9ful5d1oD8F8xpPlxZlKaU8j1jv8rmYnskEMV1Q2ZEZDgr1Kt1Srb115B6-u9OzE8qfytYUVlcxJoCgqPpk0S6JyvpmlNJI/s1047/6armiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1047" data-original-width="1023" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_h_aWCi82mVDshAbnGmLpHVR7DnUOfRKKsT-RcV33CyK9ful5d1oD8F8xpPlxZlKaU8j1jv8rmYnskEMV1Q2ZEZDgr1Kt1Srb115B6-u9OzE8qfytYUVlcxJoCgqPpk0S6JyvpmlNJI/w626-h640/6armiger.jpg" width="626" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I really liked the simple, almost stylised mark of Nurgle which was donated by Jordan at some at some distant point the past. And there's a little fly on the side of the weapon. That's about it for obvious signs of devotion to the god of poor hygiene .</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ6pm9zAv7EwW3TjFZof-PH4n3vPSCfPEgBZnErekkSBFxEsNr2FVMN7UFDaUERBA3AfJ8aGglVOQwN_YrthXka6OPdDP380PKkxEHxHQPn3LxSCTf_2zNx0OEaI6cLYkqToMMKoJr1NY/s1568/7armiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1193" data-original-width="1568" height="486" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ6pm9zAv7EwW3TjFZof-PH4n3vPSCfPEgBZnErekkSBFxEsNr2FVMN7UFDaUERBA3AfJ8aGglVOQwN_YrthXka6OPdDP380PKkxEHxHQPn3LxSCTf_2zNx0OEaI6cLYkqToMMKoJr1NY/w640-h486/7armiger.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div>I think the back end is much more nasty and I experimented with all sorts of weirdness here. Skin on barbed wire. Cracked, leaky and rusted pipes. Noxious fluids spilling from a mess of tubing on the underbelly.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58RwNrrzEzEoow6QV_iQqpZadtd-M0V1DDbHM8BaZ4SbODme07TKD20S68-Cbe_Ji93FKT_HVso3hxFJLewLu5YknP8orGcvdzfgVTfr97tn-YItMF8ojVLtIM9jKHzWwLeSTTMLrnIg/s1156/8armiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="985" data-original-width="1156" height="546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58RwNrrzEzEoow6QV_iQqpZadtd-M0V1DDbHM8BaZ4SbODme07TKD20S68-Cbe_Ji93FKT_HVso3hxFJLewLu5YknP8orGcvdzfgVTfr97tn-YItMF8ojVLtIM9jKHzWwLeSTTMLrnIg/w640-h546/8armiger.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>I think I'm finally channelling my inner Covid. I just sprayed a succession of technical paints, glazes and contrast paint on the base with a toothbrush. I was making a mess and loving it. It took about 10 minutes and is a good reminder that you should never skimp on the base. And always paint your rims to signify that you are finally done with it!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcCfuF76ll1KhaghP5PX5aPeq_OqDc53XqL16A1NsYfE4aYcj-m5OD5C3m7kbRJhTRISSUzn2j5c2IMUcfJzuHsDjRN0mIMZa38edTQOu1PdLim1JpujQ0N__cF5ffhkgg1U-NrdkGHg/s1004/9armiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1004" data-original-width="843" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcCfuF76ll1KhaghP5PX5aPeq_OqDc53XqL16A1NsYfE4aYcj-m5OD5C3m7kbRJhTRISSUzn2j5c2IMUcfJzuHsDjRN0mIMZa38edTQOu1PdLim1JpujQ0N__cF5ffhkgg1U-NrdkGHg/w538-h640/9armiger.jpg" width="538" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The bloody stools shooting out of its undercarriage and skin on the barbed wire were lovingly created with cat hair, Nurgle's Rot and Blood for the Blood God. I'm definitely not tired of that technique yet. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbplEy8Ikt33zB9mhul2w9EktooUJJa35AcY4ZwfhtFi9161CbFer8wt64wCxfIQ7vU03WlCii9shwekZFmssTwxyApmnV9P3PpO1di8QJLy3A-YdWaGadNLWrtCGvz0qDK2XSRZf2CZ4/s1261/10armiger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1004" data-original-width="1261" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbplEy8Ikt33zB9mhul2w9EktooUJJa35AcY4ZwfhtFi9161CbFer8wt64wCxfIQ7vU03WlCii9shwekZFmssTwxyApmnV9P3PpO1di8QJLy3A-YdWaGadNLWrtCGvz0qDK2XSRZf2CZ4/w640-h510/10armiger.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>Finally a shot of the whole gang. Well, the whole gang so far. The Budgie of Slaanesh needs to be tackled next I suppose. It's not very Slaaneshi now that I think about it and doesn't really fit with these three anyway.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjLxwzyvGaysW-B6n5Qeln4mLqazWKwPvLdIDv_GDXPMREduRi1U5sLl5NZ-0LMKgCgv4IaP4v1R790ms7AaG-ZUr7mNDscqgBItPuS6qJhV5VblfAn7C5sa1BztXmXoW1Se4F8di5RhA/s1146/groovygang.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="993" data-original-width="1146" height="554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjLxwzyvGaysW-B6n5Qeln4mLqazWKwPvLdIDv_GDXPMREduRi1U5sLl5NZ-0LMKgCgv4IaP4v1R790ms7AaG-ZUr7mNDscqgBItPuS6qJhV5VblfAn7C5sa1BztXmXoW1Se4F8di5RhA/w640-h554/groovygang.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-55516443319382460052021-01-04T19:20:00.007+13:002022-02-04T18:54:11.119+13:00I Am The Law!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy_dfLd8bCVsNMTjD00xJntPlR00Nv97y8HeXL4WUNCVPLI6fE5wuRTdOoZugov2s6uoGRvWJbMwwXYIA0_ibdAGd8vgrzYtV844IWFfOPpoPsjTl4r7HvEDgwRCKNufA2Nqqlv-8OHBs/s690/exclose.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="621" data-original-width="690" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy_dfLd8bCVsNMTjD00xJntPlR00Nv97y8HeXL4WUNCVPLI6fE5wuRTdOoZugov2s6uoGRvWJbMwwXYIA0_ibdAGd8vgrzYtV844IWFfOPpoPsjTl4r7HvEDgwRCKNufA2Nqqlv-8OHBs/w400-h360/exclose.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <p></p><p>This is my interpretation of Joe Dredd, without his helmet. And a chainsword instead of a stun baton. Silly really, because Dredd never takes his helmet off. <span></span></p><a name='more'></a>Plus this is a sergeant, who should be setting an example to his men on battlefield protection and the use of headgear.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejeLWHitRUk6VUn9_j4Qg88LJIMP_gZjFZMqdUXWqF9d0VMrKTleqToyt7DPjskuGXgxul_K-Q2dFy0-v8DQriwjjsNV2Y8CX-lOVJQAq-BeXf29AHNXlmYlr-SJXSPCsLXPT5nISqFk/s1703/all32.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="925" data-original-width="1703" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjejeLWHitRUk6VUn9_j4Qg88LJIMP_gZjFZMqdUXWqF9d0VMrKTleqToyt7DPjskuGXgxul_K-Q2dFy0-v8DQriwjjsNV2Y8CX-lOVJQAq-BeXf29AHNXlmYlr-SJXSPCsLXPT5nISqFk/w640-h348/all32.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>It wasn't until I went to basecoat the models that I noticed I'd modelled the sergeant's body on the wrong legs. So now one of the troopers had 2 helmets, one clipped to his belt and one on his bonce. What a schoolboy error.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ_U8v336jRpiCLUoihMsF_nGa6DWVAn9q5tRaupimpXWAHTszxLO_nPYZrAVXMjUCwumEgNi7fPpLF8kYdnM-PGx_Z7PKr9Lo16vtpb6BsMkHBK1ak-2VYo180JGkGjVCxFgC_IuhhnE/s1018/20210104_154328.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1018" data-original-width="708" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ_U8v336jRpiCLUoihMsF_nGa6DWVAn9q5tRaupimpXWAHTszxLO_nPYZrAVXMjUCwumEgNi7fPpLF8kYdnM-PGx_Z7PKr9Lo16vtpb6BsMkHBK1ak-2VYo180JGkGjVCxFgC_IuhhnE/w446-h640/20210104_154328.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Normally, I would berate myself harshly and immediately begin dismantling the offending models. Usually with a craft knife. Then spend another 10 hours undoing the damage whilst I tried to reassemble them correctly. Slipping into an OCD loop of self loathing and failing to notice that I could have just swapped the heads back. They weren't even glued when I discovered this obvious blunder. I could have just put the damn Sergeant's head on the damn Sergeant's bike and have done with it.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9OKRrSx1RB4hR6F9_RLwRPIWm4TuYGwcOYz6D3V9Bh1zLDWmhKKuQejE7TYh4MvbIR8SUxozN8hsYld7UxFrzYs5USY9yieJi0qYUNd65ru59XJ4IVLvsWByxs0Uz5aEJLd8l60l4zY/s759/20210104_182540.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="746" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9OKRrSx1RB4hR6F9_RLwRPIWm4TuYGwcOYz6D3V9Bh1zLDWmhKKuQejE7TYh4MvbIR8SUxozN8hsYld7UxFrzYs5USY9yieJi0qYUNd65ru59XJ4IVLvsWByxs0Uz5aEJLd8l60l4zY/w630-h640/20210104_182540.jpg" width="630" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It wouldn't be difficult to prise the heads off now and swap them. I'm not going to do it though. The enraged, almost psychotic look on his face coupled with the mohican absolutely belongs on the bike plunging into the Ripper swarm in my humble opinion. His subordinate has obviously been designated 'Helmet Carrier'. That poor, long suffering marine just follows his Sergeant around into battle desperately waving the forgotten helmet.</div><div>'Don't forget your... oh ffs!' </div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrf4OPfwaJuS22uaqIT0PhVu4L6afZvyls2Dc5mgg00cwEsrZjK3ilXO2f8QGR__miZ4TaY84v_ogCjIyqqkpVpDsjCoF6D_PK22kcpQd_C-p69Fz9mO5CHpQqEW_1bThYOKIXAR19Ds/s1176/20210104_161324.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="1176" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrf4OPfwaJuS22uaqIT0PhVu4L6afZvyls2Dc5mgg00cwEsrZjK3ilXO2f8QGR__miZ4TaY84v_ogCjIyqqkpVpDsjCoF6D_PK22kcpQd_C-p69Fz9mO5CHpQqEW_1bThYOKIXAR19Ds/w640-h502/20210104_161324.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>The Genestealer model turned out alright and I spent an enjoyable couple of hours creating blood effects with cat hair and Blood for the Blood God. I was a bit more ambitious with it this time compared to <a href="http://monkeychuka.blogspot.com/2019/12/khorne-cares-not.html" target="_blank">Sawberus</a>. Obviously, there's less blood, but there's more cat hair, which is the tricky part.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9xivziwbSWYgBfZCirwQgPfT6vnbH3dz3vOaFgA_0WnqwyiFGplvVvFlDlOJQ8a5ZtV7SIljSuhOpGefxDb5W_wEZ5Xu17D2wjtzhqLpKJd7c8dJis9s-nK6THAaLKCRNmvbcsc5bv0/s1089/20210104_155250.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="1089" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9xivziwbSWYgBfZCirwQgPfT6vnbH3dz3vOaFgA_0WnqwyiFGplvVvFlDlOJQ8a5ZtV7SIljSuhOpGefxDb5W_wEZ5Xu17D2wjtzhqLpKJd7c8dJis9s-nK6THAaLKCRNmvbcsc5bv0/w640-h446/20210104_155250.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The sergeant is still my favourite though and seemed deliberately built to slot into that Forgeworld Ripper base. It's almost like a Meat Loaf album cover. He was also much easier to assemble and paint and I'm pretty pleased with his eyes.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQcxcxPcLvI4zQ7yLltbYdjOHV4T4KvjkaSNy7w1Kw4OR0v53ibPYSmJLHaJvaHgKFU1NixAq3wZrdBGdqaXMw5dBFQ1dxPgbNXPmyudwgbEmurAcBPXR9lWj7CYCxgDeACKrpR4kr5k/s920/20210104_155721.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="920" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQcxcxPcLvI4zQ7yLltbYdjOHV4T4KvjkaSNy7w1Kw4OR0v53ibPYSmJLHaJvaHgKFU1NixAq3wZrdBGdqaXMw5dBFQ1dxPgbNXPmyudwgbEmurAcBPXR9lWj7CYCxgDeACKrpR4kr5k/w640-h632/20210104_155721.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I struggled with the eyes again at first. I thought my fine motor skills were beginning to deteriorate. A chilling thought. Then I realised that I was just going even more blind than usual. So it's my eyes that are deteriorating. Fortunately we live in the modern age and a 10 dollar pair of super-strength reading glasses came to the rescue. When worn over the top of my other reading glasses I can count the individual whorls of my fingerprints. It was something of a revelation and I think I need to go to the opticians.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBI_BMNvxWOQjQ3I9SQ3swwNCUWK6tSc_Pgbf5ULYnsdu1gUxWT2nhBzLPi3pmpr2ohBkTxjXAe4qq7H7LODlhqjJmXCa0xNNERFPqF3kIpH1ixYc2VvoO4KDnWp0YW7BnensqN9p4KQA/s999/20210104_155838.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="785" data-original-width="999" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBI_BMNvxWOQjQ3I9SQ3swwNCUWK6tSc_Pgbf5ULYnsdu1gUxWT2nhBzLPi3pmpr2ohBkTxjXAe4qq7H7LODlhqjJmXCa0xNNERFPqF3kIpH1ixYc2VvoO4KDnWp0YW7BnensqN9p4KQA/w640-h502/20210104_155838.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>So my 2021 New Year's resolutions are:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeTH97bpz_EeSxJoDvplp0dd3ZSq1MLXDskDqtThk4ppx2Q8oWFNC2I50TcwpA1wCAyun3AESGeU7TH8JG0-RbDsugminCJlOu-zmURq1vhpeBcAZ6kLDbmQWWijFPfmWN1AXskhYJMA/s1100/20210104_160633.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="1100" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeTH97bpz_EeSxJoDvplp0dd3ZSq1MLXDskDqtThk4ppx2Q8oWFNC2I50TcwpA1wCAyun3AESGeU7TH8JG0-RbDsugminCJlOu-zmURq1vhpeBcAZ6kLDbmQWWijFPfmWN1AXskhYJMA/w640-h458/20210104_160633.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>1. Visit the optometrist</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaV6JIOXqjB1q_Y2j4e_gvgk2ifq9huGNaPoKg42LeNqg74gFICMyxorUkbpcINHP3v3amQsy7iy_jhHfV6YPCFLZ953j3iorXrEOveHCxu7WGL4Qr6gdRgIDrRnwSnkKmuAKW8UmkQCs/s891/20210104_161123.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="753" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaV6JIOXqjB1q_Y2j4e_gvgk2ifq9huGNaPoKg42LeNqg74gFICMyxorUkbpcINHP3v3amQsy7iy_jhHfV6YPCFLZ953j3iorXrEOveHCxu7WGL4Qr6gdRgIDrRnwSnkKmuAKW8UmkQCs/w540-h640/20210104_161123.jpg" width="540" /></a></div><div><br /></div>2. Try to be less miserable</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbwurXTyZskcjxrEnPsJrEtl3vF8dTKkrU0cLOdlIosx48oHkw3VWWldBXzOo16TEv53JQdGSFo_q6RxsdzC3sq0uBMvldh9tDtqxR6zCKKM-E1GEREGs-rvgxd8daWorwBeVVuIVOHI/s1099/20210104_161636.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="1099" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbwurXTyZskcjxrEnPsJrEtl3vF8dTKkrU0cLOdlIosx48oHkw3VWWldBXzOo16TEv53JQdGSFo_q6RxsdzC3sq0uBMvldh9tDtqxR6zCKKM-E1GEREGs-rvgxd8daWorwBeVVuIVOHI/w640-h526/20210104_161636.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>3. Eat more medjool dates</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifT72-TRIrrsz9FRPvkpMYTPAAZBaoJFIlx2dNgxOoijYSKGRDaG3MHh_vf1vccQxriSQ1ldB5tFpwxTU9IjabgPdhA0gF9Pn2gh-jv9-JJOCUty3JvWQYMyGX3vQTSW9Lupd76lVB2Ls/s871/20210104_162043.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="871" data-original-width="806" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifT72-TRIrrsz9FRPvkpMYTPAAZBaoJFIlx2dNgxOoijYSKGRDaG3MHh_vf1vccQxriSQ1ldB5tFpwxTU9IjabgPdhA0gF9Pn2gh-jv9-JJOCUty3JvWQYMyGX3vQTSW9Lupd76lVB2Ls/w592-h640/20210104_162043.jpg" width="592" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-2603054380467235162020-11-10T21:20:00.002+13:002022-02-04T18:54:36.803+13:00Riders On The Storm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4Lo9mfH0j3i5SbcaGfnAEAv4aAe8fsRSNVaDRwcqh-wZbXiKitwx9eTRmg6AITp6PByjI71e8RciT0vtKx7-R-yAvTSpu-5nqYopAv87PhVAyKIrprEj8paOgStDUKPa0wdICOwCBSg/s1226/outrider1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="1226" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4Lo9mfH0j3i5SbcaGfnAEAv4aAe8fsRSNVaDRwcqh-wZbXiKitwx9eTRmg6AITp6PByjI71e8RciT0vtKx7-R-yAvTSpu-5nqYopAv87PhVAyKIrprEj8paOgStDUKPa0wdICOwCBSg/w640-h482/outrider1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I forgot to give her a sword. So now she's got one. <span></span></p><a name='more'></a>I wouldn't class it as a relic or even master-crafted weapon but rules don't matter on this model so it is a venial sin rather than a mortal one. A venial sin only weakens the soul. In order to atone for my sins I imposed a penance of 'no converting' on the rest of the marines in the army. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Ga3Mo6YSIdNHw2RmIrQuMomVoPMsTpFA99Fv2nuWzImPbY_tmJDpPxk8FiN_hiBwmYMkpjX-L1tZ0ErR3G1V-qBwaz5cSydOWU_k2XJpPVtDspriP0-i9qrIP26Wu2pThyyEicZzfWw/s958/outrider2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="958" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Ga3Mo6YSIdNHw2RmIrQuMomVoPMsTpFA99Fv2nuWzImPbY_tmJDpPxk8FiN_hiBwmYMkpjX-L1tZ0ErR3G1V-qBwaz5cSydOWU_k2XJpPVtDspriP0-i9qrIP26Wu2pThyyEicZzfWw/w640-h614/outrider2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>This did not work out well. I didn't actually kitbash or convert the Outrider models themselves but all my Red Scorpions are themed with Tyranid base decorations. So adding a few Genestealer skulls wasn't breaking the rules as far as I was concerned and it only got slightly out of hand. I built one of the Outriders in the stock pose at least. He reminds me of Judge Dredd and that's good enough. Cruising through the mean streets of Mega City One, administering justice with his Lawgiver set to 'High Explosive'. He's tough, but fair. Sheriff Woody on warp dust.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBnuip6AEtuEF-iVAjzkJ1NYUb69YpuiJsyo5eF0kKkOAxdLutSzrPCdghyzFJPwaY9PRW9CSWSEAKn5i3vKPpPyTTC7KnsO_uE9INWTfgY7NxGsSmEMQeOhliy_hvcHWmlOtfhoekPg/s1098/outrider3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="893" data-original-width="1098" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBnuip6AEtuEF-iVAjzkJ1NYUb69YpuiJsyo5eF0kKkOAxdLutSzrPCdghyzFJPwaY9PRW9CSWSEAKn5i3vKPpPyTTC7KnsO_uE9INWTfgY7NxGsSmEMQeOhliy_hvcHWmlOtfhoekPg/w640-h520/outrider3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Which brings me on to my attempt at a textbook slide-pivot U-turn on an all-terrain Astartes ground bike. This one's right out of the manual. Performed in order to rapidly change direction on rough, confined terrain. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6arqppD6lqewDsAW2DJuXGMu6zbAn7HIXzyuTUB1UJvEOiaAR__jprfa4txks8Ko8P0gI-k2aTN3icAFdMzHLWtwt_5dcVGzoBUcm1bT49gzK4ufwdVexCNXpju-rqOb7kQUOuzsLsQs/s991/outrider4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="991" height="588" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6arqppD6lqewDsAW2DJuXGMu6zbAn7HIXzyuTUB1UJvEOiaAR__jprfa4txks8Ko8P0gI-k2aTN3icAFdMzHLWtwt_5dcVGzoBUcm1bT49gzK4ufwdVexCNXpju-rqOb7kQUOuzsLsQs/w640-h588/outrider4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>It can also unbalance an encroaching enemy and avert disaster by diamond hard chitin. Any attempt to disable/dismember said enemy whilst performing this maneuver displays both flair and overconfidence. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORXE0VbJqfCgd5a3-BcLQHJaSzcUYowa_7FgAL9l47dNiGU7NuMsmu6Xx0fbzY0E0ux_Aotq3eiucp4yYz2ZWmjI6d2Wvmm5Y2sQdfLUss9ERso2qEBVMg4CbBx21XABNxgRbkB1IL9c/s972/outrider5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="972" height="604" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORXE0VbJqfCgd5a3-BcLQHJaSzcUYowa_7FgAL9l47dNiGU7NuMsmu6Xx0fbzY0E0ux_Aotq3eiucp4yYz2ZWmjI6d2Wvmm5Y2sQdfLUss9ERso2qEBVMg4CbBx21XABNxgRbkB1IL9c/w640-h604/outrider5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>Genestealers have six limbs, each capable of instantly killing an unarmoured opponent. This is in addition to rabid jaws and a prehensile tongue, tipped with a fate worse than death. A bolt through the skull should be sufficient to dissuade them.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaimzoWkgE-q7uefaBPZQs0mUX2j1FDyEXLS5eHepbs1tqm4hjBnMHtPk7-ad3GBSdvY5OfTXyvOXke3sGuP4_HkuGjs6ascTN7J2BVwjSYjM14eVWizQpZ3WOm4NC01oaqWeae-Q4n_A/s1244/outrider6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="928" data-original-width="1244" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaimzoWkgE-q7uefaBPZQs0mUX2j1FDyEXLS5eHepbs1tqm4hjBnMHtPk7-ad3GBSdvY5OfTXyvOXke3sGuP4_HkuGjs6ascTN7J2BVwjSYjM14eVWizQpZ3WOm4NC01oaqWeae-Q4n_A/w640-h478/outrider6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>In a similar vein, it can be seen that rash behaviour when confronted by overwhelming hordes of insignificant Ripper Swarms will often have dire consequences. Static cannonades from fixed line squads are much more effective. <<CHAPLAIN INTERJECT : Bellowing 'For the Emperor!' whilst impetuously charging the foe is in fact Codex Compliant>>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkeFHF03nxZ3Unw45TCVckydNESzZcifhh30tML2JaqqEcgvckiqBKYN0MFgOifk9Ogq7cdoYugCthQ8yIpXlWzehRKSs5rorJJw4bjFF_EYTPozf941iVcExj9ZfO0-aOVCzyDcxU0I/s878/outrider7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="723" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkeFHF03nxZ3Unw45TCVckydNESzZcifhh30tML2JaqqEcgvckiqBKYN0MFgOifk9Ogq7cdoYugCthQ8yIpXlWzehRKSs5rorJJw4bjFF_EYTPozf941iVcExj9ZfO0-aOVCzyDcxU0I/w528-h640/outrider7.jpg" width="528" /></a></div><p>I think the Forgeworld Ripper Swarm works very well here as the worlds most expensive base decoration. I feel the need to to add more Rippers. I've started pulling them off existing, finished bases. It ain't right, I tell ya. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDarvfqVJZGvigcV2DA9igUzi-TfXFYtw3c0rpRQbgKuDTaWnTnUwnefXv34J44DzPRtei2DwdGseoI4di9E9MCtrE7sH7VBLclfsJjwmJqL6fjJCcIQwwCXr9ZeoRTJ8qdXpdM2ob14/s1099/outrider8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="895" data-original-width="1099" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDarvfqVJZGvigcV2DA9igUzi-TfXFYtw3c0rpRQbgKuDTaWnTnUwnefXv34J44DzPRtei2DwdGseoI4di9E9MCtrE7sH7VBLclfsJjwmJqL6fjJCcIQwwCXr9ZeoRTJ8qdXpdM2ob14/w640-h522/outrider8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>What the hell, it might finally motivate me to atone for the Forgeworld unmentionables I was ill-advised to purchase in a moment of weakness about 3 years ago. I might even get round to painting them. One of them at least.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7A-0R5wQ16_kcw4nNEeSTNyUMt1ktfbXhYcAMOajc_t4GbwklRBZZaDVvnuI2pn8VxIoGjJkGXmiMJXy-HM5N4GX-TuPkSOxO3YB7jGRb6z5XIB1hLjMY7Lb0fOdw-DkKt_mAW30SddU/s986/outrider9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="986" height="582" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7A-0R5wQ16_kcw4nNEeSTNyUMt1ktfbXhYcAMOajc_t4GbwklRBZZaDVvnuI2pn8VxIoGjJkGXmiMJXy-HM5N4GX-TuPkSOxO3YB7jGRb6z5XIB1hLjMY7Lb0fOdw-DkKt_mAW30SddU/w640-h582/outrider9.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-19677510135070059452020-09-21T22:22:00.002+12:002022-02-04T18:54:58.843+13:00Dirty Harriet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7vreEs8vatEnjArem8O-mJJ89x_Jwp7YCrwBuocdG-r87dN-FbyDzWLgx5mOZ1KLVZcwXREGEnrgrK1Tchiclr6s3q1bKrCiuwKajHimC8XoYvwPBzaevtsZmeTQ5JfdDd3DRV_KhEk/s893/Sigmarine1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="877" data-original-width="893" height="628" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7vreEs8vatEnjArem8O-mJJ89x_Jwp7YCrwBuocdG-r87dN-FbyDzWLgx5mOZ1KLVZcwXREGEnrgrK1Tchiclr6s3q1bKrCiuwKajHimC8XoYvwPBzaevtsZmeTQ5JfdDd3DRV_KhEk/w640-h628/Sigmarine1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Another reminder that I dislike painting gems, eyes, cloaks and fucking plasma coils. This is why I never started a Dark Angels army. Well, not since 1988 anyway. <span><a name='more'></a></span>I really should learn how to do it properly and I do watch tutorials, but I always end up saying to myself, 'No, I've had an idea and I got this. I know better. Oh shit, this is the twelfth coat of paint and it's starting to look like blancmange.'<div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5OTfp6czj48fQnN2Dc-L14cENzH73GpnUrF318QhzpqNsblvqgp3Qw3s5kCl3QqCc2V1ghYS36KsnVYiWgkPTEh9cIRK0Tqt7z1WkPBX52102QNemqDCFMIUhsTuHgVd2FeeKIk6jBA/s862/sigmarine5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="695" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5OTfp6czj48fQnN2Dc-L14cENzH73GpnUrF318QhzpqNsblvqgp3Qw3s5kCl3QqCc2V1ghYS36KsnVYiWgkPTEh9cIRK0Tqt7z1WkPBX52102QNemqDCFMIUhsTuHgVd2FeeKIk6jBA/w516-h640/sigmarine5.jpg" width="516" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"..being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off.."</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>Her left eye was so deeply embedded that I ended up using a pin to scratch paint in there. I honestly don't know how these pro-painters do it. Gallons of patience, practice and talent I suspect. And I lost patience eventually so no extreme close ups I'm afraid and lots of backdrop frippery to draw your eye away from her goat eye. You can't really see it from the photos but I know it's there. It will keep me awake at night.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2I55f_jggHHBGnAsNJ6OhozxidRjoW3wLEBAHrFFYD28Q19WPwhWLvmuZEleQCfVgijGJaqZnVeHps_oMtwMLO4ePZKZaoxt6AsIUgm9dAQHE8CcM_uI_5K8UkYsGBjmqc9uyDDW5zpw/s1233/Sigmarine7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="1233" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2I55f_jggHHBGnAsNJ6OhozxidRjoW3wLEBAHrFFYD28Q19WPwhWLvmuZEleQCfVgijGJaqZnVeHps_oMtwMLO4ePZKZaoxt6AsIUgm9dAQHE8CcM_uI_5K8UkYsGBjmqc9uyDDW5zpw/w640-h614/Sigmarine7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Ah, I think I need a break from painting (having done practically none for a month). It might be time to immerse myself in Path of Exile: A free to play Diablo clone. It has to be a mesmerisingly addictive game, surely? Which should be setting off <a href="https://youtu.be/k2VhB7vaZI0" target="_blank">klaxons</a> in OCD police HQ, who carefully monitor all gaming activities from the safety of my forebrain.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg49O20i4aMiwLEKDC668eUUclfJ_5Gk-Qwi5sjuGY4yrMuiNlEhM7pw-EeJwt23vjqo-VEDlD5sXZksNuOdkjhfshfrsM1DM4AqCN0wUcN3csI_l4UZQaOgjkntZC8KXrr1UKLt34NA0g/s880/Sigmarine9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="673" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg49O20i4aMiwLEKDC668eUUclfJ_5Gk-Qwi5sjuGY4yrMuiNlEhM7pw-EeJwt23vjqo-VEDlD5sXZksNuOdkjhfshfrsM1DM4AqCN0wUcN3csI_l4UZQaOgjkntZC8KXrr1UKLt34NA0g/w490-h640/Sigmarine9.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Some of the reviews on Steam are hilarious. One critic from the user base gave it a 'NOT RECOMMENDED' and wrote, "This game has become ridiculous and it is over to me." Having logged over 2,600 hours in the game. I'm not kidding. Every reviewer has their game time tagged in the review to prove that they've actually played it and not just for 5 minutes. That's well over a year of <i>full</i> time work! How is that even possible? If you don't hear from me again then you'll know I got sucked in.</div></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYKMxCIVzT5EYYHGW9ldixS0njSJ_mdp5iYDVONpizqc4lGs23bJMW05cvOzO-J0C1nQobtAURUPGp81M29ERPvoCteEEYI5JGYHXpaY-r6Fs1JLtPWNz93Ubxi0_KZvoewuMhISSMVs/s879/Sigmarine11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="879" data-original-width="822" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYKMxCIVzT5EYYHGW9ldixS0njSJ_mdp5iYDVONpizqc4lGs23bJMW05cvOzO-J0C1nQobtAURUPGp81M29ERPvoCteEEYI5JGYHXpaY-r6Fs1JLtPWNz93Ubxi0_KZvoewuMhISSMVs/w598-h640/Sigmarine11.jpg" width="598" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p></div>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-16810668931992197442020-09-13T19:34:00.002+12:002022-02-04T18:55:14.213+13:00Mulan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0aLf6yb_mhwTP0KnW3NKryIWyD-sVYhytyeJJVa-yaRYLjnw4xdVqdzUlYX5Qz8J9hRnVkxkGCJRLk9YDYG1lQ_Iby8N-UUT2j3qnDDqgYbautD6d9db4Ir0V_WyhSCWIG7IFGriU_pg/s919/heresy_marine1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="774" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0aLf6yb_mhwTP0KnW3NKryIWyD-sVYhytyeJJVa-yaRYLjnw4xdVqdzUlYX5Qz8J9hRnVkxkGCJRLk9YDYG1lQ_Iby8N-UUT2j3qnDDqgYbautD6d9db4Ir0V_WyhSCWIG7IFGriU_pg/w542-h640/heresy_marine1.jpg" width="542" /></a></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This is the worst kind of heresy but I can't help it now. I've crossed the Rubicon and there's no going back. <span><a name='more'></a></span>I even considered investing in an Age of Sigmar army last week. And not just dirty square basers but damn, dirty Elvish square basers. Oh, what a world! Hobby butterfly syndrome has kicked in and there is zero motivation to finish my wardog, even though it's coming along nicely.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmaaBMClgLUgCbdDOKLYPpYQaA3reCU7m4HGINiXsYu957dn2bL3MCBlPRl43ZELirCRZaVop-X7gFLWa4oeUax_fWlNY-PDzQHICbrCJTmTdg0rEkXhsdGqby38EQphAua5TO5o_5q3A/s1070/20200831_233613.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="881" data-original-width="1070" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmaaBMClgLUgCbdDOKLYPpYQaA3reCU7m4HGINiXsYu957dn2bL3MCBlPRl43ZELirCRZaVop-X7gFLWa4oeUax_fWlNY-PDzQHICbrCJTmTdg0rEkXhsdGqby38EQphAua5TO5o_5q3A/w640-h526/20200831_233613.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I had a moment of weakness where I suddenly decided that I needed to buy the Indomitus Starter Set for 40k. Of course Nathan, the store manager immediately tried to divert my attention towards AoS models and that new Lumineth army caught my eye. Yes indeed! Minotaurs and Invisible dudes and serried ranks of glistening hoplites. Enduring image isn't it? Fortunately, sanity reasserted itself and I settled on the Warhammer 40,000 Command Edition box set. An impulse buy, but I'd recently had my first game of 9th Edition 40k and I didn't hate it. I thought I was going to hate it, but I didn't. I was feeling so insecure before the game that I had to bring out Roboute and the blob of doom. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1EiRUzMm-PKpNzz_bPa9aQ_17mEz2ugWlTuZkqJs-5Pk9R2Fxxp2Abu3U0UudbKjLnycrJQ_XMvt7BTpW2Xqrn8Idc5B9g44G1RuPyyJpvKK-I1mwaLdu15OBEr8yCsmnL3csNYZA-pM/s1896/SMvsTyranids.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1896" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1EiRUzMm-PKpNzz_bPa9aQ_17mEz2ugWlTuZkqJs-5Pk9R2Fxxp2Abu3U0UudbKjLnycrJQ_XMvt7BTpW2Xqrn8Idc5B9g44G1RuPyyJpvKK-I1mwaLdu15OBEr8yCsmnL3csNYZA-pM/w640-h293/SMvsTyranids.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rory's Hive Tyrant made its debut and was, of course, ruthlessly dispatched.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Guilliman is like a security blanket. He makes you feel better about everything really. ('Would you like to roll that again? High five, bro!'). So I quite liked 9th edition and I may have gotten a teeny bit excited and needed to buy something. 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Of course there was zero chance of any spare Indomitus sets just lying around the FLGS, but I'd already checked the price on a couple of internet sites and I could still taste the vomit in my mouth. Plus I needed a fix right now! So the only thing to do was to creep down to Games Workshop and exchange large amounts of money for pristine plastic crack. Then scamper down the nearest side street and mainline that shit. Does anyone else celebrate their latest score with a trip to McDonalds? I mean you might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, right? And if you do decide to frequent a local restaraunt, do you end up ripping off the cellophane and pawing at the sprues with grease and mayonnaise stained fingers? Do nearby patrons look at you out of the corner of their eye and then move to a seat further away? No? That's just me?<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2RpNSJ1SrFPeQk7H5Kar_6ZprMRstckwRaN4bKQveJVS_VTzp9krQfHGxYYDSmMYsF6mVJ4wSMX0zzu4YRVZWHoNATYA4mBVryD7BvKINc24kq1ZejSxmIgZk7Yb24-fFfqJ3WsqLKA/s2397/20200909_095120.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1150" data-original-width="2397" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2RpNSJ1SrFPeQk7H5Kar_6ZprMRstckwRaN4bKQveJVS_VTzp9krQfHGxYYDSmMYsF6mVJ4wSMX0zzu4YRVZWHoNATYA4mBVryD7BvKINc24kq1ZejSxmIgZk7Yb24-fFfqJ3WsqLKA/w640-h308/20200909_095120.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div>Anyway, the Command box only has a Captain, 3 Outriders and 5 Assault Intercessors. It also has a good amount of scenery which will blend seamlessly with my current collection and a ton of Necrons which just happen to be another army I play. I immediately built the the captain and liked the bare headed option best. He reminds me of Lorgar. I was so pleased with it I decided on a bit of light conversion but kept it to a healthy minimum and just reversed the sword. I really liked the shield and I think those poster boy Primaris might be starting to look a bit grimdark now. Which reminded me that I didn't get the Judiciar, Chaplain, Bladeguards or Lieutenant in the box. I especially wanted to own the Indomitus Lieutenant. Not to worry, surely I could just get one from the shop? </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9KYI5jLrZs8lIzVlhwWc77nHpeVXqqbtuRJE9IxZzJgJrCpFXPyRHSUX0s65fG7KwxDKgumDmDRKJJ0Q3qcA62i7mn5zfWH6U-icjbVps2hSBhV7Cyf6km_0eW-XVFmF1UsihhedwVE/s903/heresy_marine4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="884" data-original-width="903" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9KYI5jLrZs8lIzVlhwWc77nHpeVXqqbtuRJE9IxZzJgJrCpFXPyRHSUX0s65fG7KwxDKgumDmDRKJJ0Q3qcA62i7mn5zfWH6U-icjbVps2hSBhV7Cyf6km_0eW-XVFmF1UsihhedwVE/s320/heresy_marine4.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGKJTeSHSf9R-DE18J5T7bHg0_36r0zj1O1YwrNRczojtTHU6sgh9wc5VYj-n9k2mqyYc2e6QwPIA0709cnx7nYTGn4tz_wIoj17ISNZX1GQQZ4InXBVa6HyXvB-F5RI3mYu5gLB_TyM/s801/heresy_marine3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="759" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGKJTeSHSf9R-DE18J5T7bHg0_36r0zj1O1YwrNRczojtTHU6sgh9wc5VYj-n9k2mqyYc2e6QwPIA0709cnx7nYTGn4tz_wIoj17ISNZX1GQQZ4InXBVa6HyXvB-F5RI3mYu5gLB_TyM/w242-h256/heresy_marine3.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br /><div>Well, yes... and no. You can get the Lieutenant in the 'Recruit' edition starter set and it is very well priced, but I've barely looked at the contents of the Command Starter set which I only just bought. I decided I could make my own Indomitus Lieutenant. The special edition Primaris Captain with Power Fist was dusted off and unboxed, having been saved for just such an occasion. Sadly, it didn't seem right. Maybe I could do a Calgar conversion with him? I'm glad I didn't start chopping him up and anyway he doesn't have a Stormshield. In fact I didn't have <i>any</i> spare Stormshields. Inconceivable! I nearly pulled the terminator shield off Captain Precarius in the heat of the moment but my eyes fell upon an introductory Sigmarine, half hidden on a bottom shelf. I think it's one of the ones that they give you at the hobby store (Another attempt by Nathan to pull me into the depths of depravity). You can buy the model in the easy-to-build Stormcast Eternals Sequitor kit now. </div><div><br /></div><div>I picked it up, turning it over in my hands and said to myself, 'You know, that just might work'. Precarius looked on in blank horror as I attached the discarded end of a Skull Cannon of Khorne to the power pack and added a Chaos monocle as well as a MkIV Plasma gun. I spent ages removing the Stormcast insignia and it still isn't finished. Precarius ran off in floods of tears at this point and won't come out of the bathroom. It definitely elevates me into arch-heresy status. I'm just going to paint it up in the Red Scorpions colours and see if anyone actually notices.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7t34oEZUanXPFwB7qFLw2AA-4MnyJeC2a1vkm78GHDgllWIjcRD2SCMUpxtuuk6NuQwEMuOLFrOYxkOZMmKe8ne4p3-5qMkoSSGSNpiMKoEFOdwRBfQoUzj0o4U8MB6Oh7nRAL41Npk/s855/heresy_marine5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="855" data-original-width="767" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7t34oEZUanXPFwB7qFLw2AA-4MnyJeC2a1vkm78GHDgllWIjcRD2SCMUpxtuuk6NuQwEMuOLFrOYxkOZMmKe8ne4p3-5qMkoSSGSNpiMKoEFOdwRBfQoUzj0o4U8MB6Oh7nRAL41Npk/w574-h640/heresy_marine5.jpg" width="574" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-45094281811673867842020-08-25T19:13:00.002+12:002022-02-04T18:55:36.130+13:00Aperture Science<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I think I've made a Defiler or a Soul Grinder or some sort of daemon engine. I didn't want to make a Defiler. In fact I didn't even realise I'd done it until I glued the legs on. <span><a name='more'></a></span>Tzeentch works in mysterious ways. Or maybe I should say Slaanesh in this case. I'm still not starting a Chaos army. No, nay never, no more.<br />
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A large chunk of inspiration for this conversion came from H.R. Giger's work, in particular <a href="http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/gigercollector/Li1.htm" target="_blank">"Li 1"</a>. Li Tobler (the subject of the painting) was Giger's muse and she hated it so much that she slashed the original with a knife. She thought it made her look ugly apparently but to me it is otherworldly and beautiful.<br />
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So I set about making the head look sort of ethereal, biomechanical insect horror. I don't know what I'm doing at this point so I'm just going with it. It's a sort of headress/giant cicada/Cthulhu thing. Somebody on Facebook asked me for a parts list and I realised that I can't remember it all. I know it was made from a Creature Caster Queen of Ecstasy, Maulerfiend, Skull Cannon, Disco Lord, Heldrake, Redemptor and random bits.<br />
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But some of the additions are a complete mystery. I have several bitz boxes now and originally categorised everything neatly with separate boxes for Tyranid, Imperial, Necron, Chaos/Ad-Mech, Fantasy and Other. Some of them had compartments with further subdivisions (heads, guns, arms etc.) There's an entire box of Spine Fists which no self respecting Tyranid player ever uses. Most non-Tyranid players don't even know what they are.<br />
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However, over the past year or two, entropy has gradually crept in and it's all warp infected. My entire gaming table is covered in sprues, instruction pamphlets, empty boxes and unidentifiable shards of plastic. The workstation is currently unusable. It's gotten to the stage where the mental inventory is functioning and I know I have the part but I have no hope in hell of finding it. A bit like my life really. I also destroyed a fully painted and magnetised Redemptor Gatling cannon for this little experiment. A shameful state of affairs.<br />
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I feel like Sid in Toy Story. An evil little boy with some serious issues who mutilates his toys into a disquieting amalgamation of their former selves. There's even a spider one called 'Babyface' made out of a dolly's head and some Meccano. I thought it was better than Buzz Lightyear to be honest. Sid was quite talented before his toys rose up from the dead and Woody did his 'Exorcist' thing. He is almost certainly an inmate in a mental institution now.<br />
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I hope to goodness my spider lady doesn't start talking to me but then Sid's toys never actually spoke either. He messed them up so badly that they were all dumbstruck, mute. Toy Story is a pretty horrendous concept when you think about it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Some girls need a lot of lovin' and some girls don't</span><br />
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I appear to have assembled my Creature Caster '<a href="https://creaturecaster.com/us/product/lady-of-corruption-2/" target="_blank">Queen of Ecstasy</a>' model incorrectly. To be fair, there were no instructions inside the box. <span><a name='more'></a></span>Finding them online was not difficult since Creature Caster publish them on their site. Regrettably, it was too late to turn back at this juncture and the spider vibe was kicking in.</div>
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Anyway, I bought this model from Rory at Maelstrom the other week. He was going to give it to me for free as long as I promised to actually do something with it. But I haggled and we settled on a very reasonable price. Check out his blog over on <a href="https://datechmeksgarage.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Da Techmeks Garage</a>. </div>
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I wasn't entirely sure <i>what</i> to do with it to be honest. Those breasts are so outrageously pert, they can't possibly be real. She obviously went in for a bit of surgery and my Adeptus Mechanicus chirurgeons might have gotten the wrong end of the stick. Several wrong ends, in fact. I think I'll have to paint all the skin metallic and make her look like an Iron Golem or something. Her bosoms look panel beaten out of ball-bearing molds. I seem to remember the Hindu goddess Kali being portrayed as dark blue however and this model will have lots of 'arms' when it's done. Maybe the original was inspired by the Goddess? I'm not very good at painting skin though, unless it's necrotic or alien.<br />
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Maelstrom XIII was hosted at Cashmere Avenue School hall in Wellington over the weekend. Yet another successful tournament run by <a href="http://quietlyinthebackground.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Hagen Kerr</a>. <span><a name='more'></a></span>I've had such a crappy time of it lately that I wasn't going to go. I even emailed Hagen prior to the (initial) date of the tournament and told him I was pulling out. Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately) the event was postponed due to lockdown and I was able to wallow in self pity for a bit longer. Hagen had other ideas and was able to gently persuade me to attend by ignoring my half-arsed excuses. Every time I look at him now his face seems to say, 'Come on, you know you can do better'.<br />
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This was a 5 round tournament of 40k. 1500pts and a last hurrah! for 8th edition. I haven't purchased 9th edition yet. I took one look at a Facebook post where someone had produced a flow chart to explain the terrain rules and decided I was in no hurry. I get more than enough complexity at work and the following battle reports will demonstrate that I am still effectively learning how to play 8th.<br />
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It has become something of a tradition for me to recieve a drubbing from Elves in the first game of a 40k tournament. In fact, in 4 out of the last 7 I attended, my first round opponents were fielding Eldar of some description. I'm beginning to think that this is a horrible, one sided joke that Hagen Kerr plays to torment me.<br />
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Shane performed the usual Elvish tricks and hid or reserved everything except one Wave Serpent which just floated there saying, 'Go on, shoot me. I don't care. You killed a transport. Bully for you.'<br />
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He failed to destroy Chickenhawk (my renegade Imperial Knight) on the first turn and looked perturbed. Statistically it should have been dead. The vague hope of victory surfaced in my mind. It was a vain hope but the fires of competition were briefly kindled. Shane kept on hitting me with those one-two body jabs of Doom/Jinx and the marauding pack of Eldar jetbikes encircled the titanic beast and closed in for the kill. I found that throughout the tournament I always had an 'oh, shit' moment whenever the Knight went down. I never lost nearly a third of my army in one shooting phase before and it always stings.<br />
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It was actually a pretty close game on paper but we only played 2 turns. Slightly embarrassing but it was one of those games where you just fall into an easy banter. Spending as much time discussing how you painted this, or converted that, as actually playing. He used some sort of gel to tint the exterior of the vehicle canopies and painted the inside white to make them pop which I thought was very effective even though I'm generally in favour of idiots who paint the inside of their Stormravens. His army had some ridiculous rerolling invlunerable saves and I pretended to understand when he explained how it worked. The Nightspinners deleted a few of my Skitarii units. The Falcon and the Vypers turned up and would have cleaned my clock eventually but we ran out of time. Shane didn't seem to give two hoots about the size of his win. Or even his win, for that matter. Sometimes it's good to just throw dice.<br />
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Cody was the first of the Kapiti Gang encountered at the tournament, and was just warming me up for the main event. He had a tough Necron list which countered my heavy hitting guns with Wraiths phasing in and out of reality and Doomsday Arks completely absorbing the worst hits. I tried to delete the Wraiths because I knew they would reanimate if I even left one alive. Allowing them to run riot through my Skitarii lines would have been like throwing fruit in a blender. After two turns of pounding them to no avail, my own forces were whittled down to the point where I just didn't have the firepower any more.<br />
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I had been less than thorough in my preparations for Maelstrom and constantly quizzed my opponent about how AdMech worked. Cody had played them once at a tournament two years ago. He gave me a look as if to say, 'You're kidding, right?!' but was kind enough to call over Simon Smith (resident AdMech expert and alround guru) who explained a few of the rules properly. Like how 'Bionics' is a 6 up invulnerable save and not a "feel-no-pain thing" as I put it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I found that I really enjoyed using Daedalosus as a combination Molotov Cocktail/First Aid Kit.</td></tr>
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If I'd managed to kill the Wraiths it might have been a different story but the large(ish) squads of Immortals were able to absorb a huge amount of punishment too. Cody was good at making me constantly change my target priority. So, another loss. But I'm like an old, abused donkey at tournaments now. I just take the punishment and stubbornly refuse to admit my incompetence.<br />
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The usual effects of sleep deprivation were kicking in at this point. I wasn't quite having psychotic episodes but I was definitely on the way. So much so, that I completely forgot who John was.<br />
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I attempted to exchange formal introductions and got a slightly puzzled look from my opponent who confided in me, "I'm the only John here". It wasn't until he mentioned that he was going to repaint his Harlequins that it twigged. I've met him on multiple occasions and belong to several of the same Facebook groups. He is also a member of the Kapiti Gang (I think. Oh God. Did I get that wrong too?). I've even posted a picture of his Harlequins <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SRat7RxeGJ0c8_CtvcB56CXhGSJqLJYMim_mY-x1FS2d_Q91DjgckgC09uYPWa9kzBGRdDz0C5HaYlTSXHo67VOtiFpp989zL2XrAfo2mNzBNQ18q-RtXH06g5IK97cnXCqVbV8xJ3k/s1600/JohnMurrie1.jpg" target="_blank">here</a>. After committing such a monstrous faux-pas, it is only fair that I went on to get meticulously tabled over 5 rounds.<br />
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I couldn't get through his screens of guardsmen who hurled themselves into the meat grinder one after the other until there were only 3 left. But those 3 Cadians held the line! In the next turn Pask basically made the sky fall in. Knight down. Ouch. The Armigers quickly followed suit. After dealing with all my Questor Mechanicus units, John had me pinned behind an old warehouse. Dear God! It was like being in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid! Even hiding from him on the superior objective didn't help because those damn Manticores kept raining down death from above.<br />
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By the time they'd run out of missiles, the cavalry had arrived to mop up. His chain of command was solid and he whipped out more orders to his men than a Chinese takeaway on the opening night of Celebrity Come Dancing. This was my first tabling of the event which normally happens in round 1 or 2, so I was feeling buoyant.<br />
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My one and only practice game for Maelstrom was against Rory's servants of the Great Devourer. He had given me several useful tips at the end of that bout, most of which I duly ignored. Or forgot. Now we were facing off, for real in a tournament for the first time. In retrospect we agreed that the whole thing came down to who won first turn (how banal). I wanted to rush him with my knights but had no line of sight for my Ad Mech units to work effectively in the back field. So I just plonked everything on the starting line and hoped for the best.<br />
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Rory immediately realised that my strategy was no strategy at all and mirrored my deployment, comfortable in the knowledge that he had +1 to his roll for first turn. It should be noted that Tyranids are much better at this sort of thing than Adeptus Mechanicus. He had also compiled a dossier of all his units in a handy ring binder with a cover page of his own design entitled, 'The Tome of Endless Chittering'. This is my kind of crazy.<br />
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He predictably won the roll, teed up for a mass charge and promptly 'mind controlled' my Imperial Knight, who unleashed its considerable payload into my Stratoraptor. I was dreading the charge phase but he hadn't even opened fire with his own forces yet and 'Virago', his beastly (but excellent) conversion of a Shadowsword vapourised Chickenhawk in one volley.<br />
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I'm pretty sure he killed one of the Armigers in the initial barrage too but my attention was waning at this point because A) I was losing badly and B) I had just purchased a second hand Creature Caster 'Queen of Ecstasy' model from him and was itching to have a look at it. I surveyed the battlefield and decided to use the 'Noble Sacrifice' stratagem to make my knight explode. I probably did more damage to my own forces than my opponents but it was enormous fun.<br />
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The Tyranid forces casually dismantled the remainder of my army in the next turn but I already had the Creature Caster box open and was rummaging through the contents. Rory noted with acerbic wit that maybe I threw the the game by deliberately blowing up my knight. I was too busy admiring the buttocks of my latest purchase to pay much attention to this remark. Hey, sex sells. You can't deny that.<br />
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Anyhoo, the game only lasted an hour so we repaired to a local cafe and had a long, leisurely lunch.<br />
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<b style="color: orange; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">++Game 5++ Simon Avery</b><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="color: orange;"><b> - Deathwatch</b></span><br />
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The last game is usually a bit of fun because at this point you know your limitations and the Swiss pairing system means that you are facing a like-minded adversary. Also, you are too tired to give much of a shit. Unless you're duking it out at the top tables of course, but those people operate in a different sphere of consciousness to the rest of us. As luck would have it, my last opponent was incredibly helpful and informative and basically told me how to win. I even tried to ignore his advice at one point and said, 'You shouldn't be telling me this!' He replied with, 'No, lets see what your army can really do'. Simon must be at least half my age so it was a fairly humbling experience. God help us all if he ever becomes cynical. He had named every one of his men individually and painted their moniker on the base rims. No two Space Marines were seconded from the same chapter. There was a Howling Griffon and a Sons of Guilliman, Crimson Fist, Dark Angel, Mentor, Fleshtearer, Raven Guard, an Edward, a Jacob, you name it, he probably had it.<br />
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His first turn drop pod arrived and deleted all my screening units. The licorice allsorts marines were all set up to slam dunk my warlord in the next turn. 'Well thats it' I thought, 'Game Over, man'. However, he did not manage to kill my knight and reminded me that I had a plethora of ways to heal it back up and make it go insane. He also pointed out that whilst I had cleverly penetrated his back line with my Stratoraptor, I should now target his Super-Buff-Bot Watchmaster which was technically the closest unit (and also his Warlord) rather than the expendable unit of marines nearby that had been my first choice. The Stratoraptor whiffed most of its shots but did enough damage for my sniper team to finish him off. First Strike and Warlord!<br />
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He approved of my decision to send the Warglaives into his Intercessors and backed up by stratagems the assault was horrifically effective. I then split the pack up and recalled Sawberus to protect my dangerously exposed Warlord (who was busy running away). Simon revealed that although his squad of drop podding veterans were devastating in overwatch, they couldn't see Sawberus through the first floor of the building. I stared at him blankly for a few seconds so he added, 'Your Warglaive is within charge range of them'. The penny dropped and I charged Sawberus into the veterans. I was not disappointed.<br />
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Severely damaged but enraged to insensate levels, my Renegade Imperial Knight was wreaking havoc in the centre. The choice of custom Knightly Household means that my war engines become more deadly when they are crippled. The veterans trying to stem his advance decided to fall back and counter assault the Tech Priest Manipulus who was holding one of the primary objectives and providing long range fire support. The Deathwatch took a desperate gamble and a Veteran Dreadnought was woken from its slumber to dispatch the rampaging knight. It lumbered across the battlefield, charging twin lascannons with mounting fury.<br />
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But Tzeentch was smiling and Chickenhawk was rolling hot. He used his Thunderstrike Gauntlet for the first time ever and eviscerated the walking sarcophagus. The only reason Chickenhawk even has a Thunderstrike Gauntlet was because I thought it looked cool on the model. But, for a wonder, I remembered the special ability. I attempted to pick up the metal remains and hurl them into a nearby Deathwatch unit. You know, just to add insult to injury. I failed the roll, but damn that would have been cool. Simon seemed to be enjoying the spectacle as much as I was.<br />
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The breakaway veterans killed most of my Skitarii, but the Manipulus held on to the objective. Then Chickenhawk caught up with them and it was pretty much game over. The Stratoraptor soared majestically over the carnage, administering the occasional coup-de-grace. Even the Onager performed well for an anti-air vehicle. I tried not to take any pictures of it because it was <i>just barely</i> painted to the 3 colour standard. I can't believe I won best presentation. And Best Sports too! <i>Me!!</i> Miserable bastard <i>me</i>! )<br />
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Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-11633059187550392652020-07-11T21:19:00.006+12:002022-02-04T18:56:58.044+13:00Jabberwocky<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxhvQb7QFCWl_en0Kkva7gZLOCHFKEzpxCboZfRAJvof9QvV3gS0FLDxMge-9PSazSzyac92Z09PCC4tZRIIcuBfa-d01IUe7zvNy4RAD-_yAW71wr-6ALS-uyzSDMk7Yg6LoEsab94E/s830/narmiger2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="830" data-original-width="598" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxhvQb7QFCWl_en0Kkva7gZLOCHFKEzpxCboZfRAJvof9QvV3gS0FLDxMge-9PSazSzyac92Z09PCC4tZRIIcuBfa-d01IUe7zvNy4RAD-_yAW71wr-6ALS-uyzSDMk7Yg6LoEsab94E/w462-h640/narmiger2.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><br /><div>Oh frabjous day! I said back in December that it would take me another 6 months to build the next Armiger and I was more or less right. <span><a name='more'></a></span>Except it's not painted and I have 6 days to finish it along with an Onager Dunecrawler and a Stratoraptor. Oh yes, they will be phoned in. It's either that or face the unthinkable prospect of taking bare, grey plastic to a tournament. That would be like going to school in your pyjamas. The stuff of nightmares! I don't want to do that so my plan is to half finish this one and get the basecoats on the others. It's a good plan and it will probably fail so I don't expect I'll get much chance to post in the next week. Or much sleep for that matter.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1258" data-original-width="1466" height="549" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZQWPSQUL7-auiVSOyzd8slHeAEGnoaaz-xz3RskJi6tDUoA2YtFzYj_8lij7yUgJq7O6LNBQjfW8ALlx4RrPDxbTxAKDW2yUeUVCt87rqCVTw3NkxRls6yyQj80RPa1RJUSQSVNm_GI/w640-h549/narmiger5.jpg" width="640" /></div><div><br /></div><div>But I just couldn't stop working on this one. I probably got a bit obsessive about it. I spent ages running brass rods through the left leg to make it hold the entire weight of the model on one toe. Once I realised that it was going to work and I hadn't made a complete hash of it, I tinkered with it compulsively, like an ulcer in your mouth that you can't stop touching with your tongue. Feverishly sifting through the bitz box and watching it rotate endlessly on the turntable. To hell with tournament deadlines, I was having fun! (Dear God, what have I been reduced to?)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="1078" height="493" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigOIKVj-q8EGNwqJb5cK2346WaVY38UQsLsUn8VnmHErhIPYPI-F-YIsgiT9U1GcnwTLxTexejLM-rJBZwLKNgiqxqKTSZlWakQcc5RA2oOkPoiaBdmzUA5zD9Ha1TLV2365IaSPNz41E/w640-h493/narmiger7.jpg" width="640" /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>The head was a problem originally and frustrated me at every turn. I tried everything from the Brundle-Fly Lord Discordant head to a giant drill bit from the Tectonic Fragdrill set and yet nothing seemed right. Having spent so much time on the legs I really didn't want to cock it up. I had a spare Helldrake head and it's a lovely bit of kit but it just didn't work. For some reason, my subconscious mind kept telling me to glue it on upside down. </div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1735" data-original-width="1648" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgke3iOKLgTBfkbEisQFr_8Wkbiage2xwak5w3PBAgKWwmx485j6VcXaZG5QGaridYRR2mZdIoMHqTXLXkMV5wln-qRtqCBGuKVa_pyBvYfB7uIDcSNZRb-_yzaFNRSItGnnezzswAPt_U/w304-h320/narmiger1.jpg" width="304" /><img border="0" data-original-height="1049" data-original-width="659" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Bp5LqB1A0BeH5bpC2v8yEzyFIBRnUrBqzSriwrgP0ugQCMrXxwGXOTj_o8yjkFf26wx1ElAD3BY7BFvy2HyK6FXn9cBqVF0SBatMY4qWE99ezqBJOkMfTIfg1hFw813kbTFEgtwMuUE/w201-h320/narmiger6.jpg" style="text-align: center;" width="201" /></div><div><br /></div><div>But that was just stupid. Right up there with the vomiting Sigmarine and the Eversor Assassin on the toilet. People would laugh and point and all the good work would be wasted. I put the model down and turned to other projects but the thought would not go away. Fast forward 6 months and now the Maelstrom XIII (unlucky for some!) deadline loomed. I had a week to finish three large models or just not bother and unleash them naked at a local primary school. I would get arrested. Time to stop procrastinating.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1108" data-original-width="1500" height="473" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdudxPbCXoNKVS8NfFB0wOPlYeCI2ytkOlhjEh9XFvJxfgX48yJP-5W536Pj-yUDTZVLo-790uwY9x2ol6eECaIVt0c3Iqs3pGfQgY_XRF1R3C6X_4VFmirhbtlyfo1uPd3iF8WLO6FyA/w640-h473/narmiger4.jpg" width="640" /></div><div><br /></div><div>'Ok, okay!' I informed my idiot hindbrain. 'I'll glue it on upside down! I just need to fill in the eyes with some green stuff to hide that fact.' </div><div>'No...' said the aberrant corner of my mind. 'Leave the eyes. In fact, paint them with a glow effect to accentuate them. This model serves the ruinous powers. It's meant to be fucked up'. </div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0t_RTKtHt_gn8zFLV2HBZL9G_lx8Rk1WjEG18DpPdWTj8h2YlTsReIf9mOyTCj69HPkFUJTbiWfAUND3peVdLgpWuYY3GnefrCYafyA88lD6OjTjlNygr_DJELTTSni8S93k-QXkVaaU/s1196/narmiger0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="837" data-original-width="1196" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0t_RTKtHt_gn8zFLV2HBZL9G_lx8Rk1WjEG18DpPdWTj8h2YlTsReIf9mOyTCj69HPkFUJTbiWfAUND3peVdLgpWuYY3GnefrCYafyA88lD6OjTjlNygr_DJELTTSni8S93k-QXkVaaU/w640-h448/narmiger0.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-50387873753606927452020-06-29T19:21:00.003+12:002022-02-04T18:57:17.059+13:00Devil in the detail<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This took far longer than it should have done. I'm going to put it right up there with new Guilliman model in terms of being a fiddly nightmare to paint. <span><a name='more'></a></span>I wanted it to be intricate and baroque but seeing the finished product I reckon I went too far. The base in particular is very busy and a lot of the detail is obscured. It's difficult to tell what is actually going on. The idea is that he is locked away in a remote, forgotten corner of the Imperium performing unethical experiments on a Canoptek Scarab. </div>
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I should have left it at that but just kept adding more and more stuff. He is utilising proscribed texts and has some daemon familiars helping him out under the watchful eye of the servo skull. Taking notes with a quill pen and ink as well as keeping a fire extinguisher handy along with his trusty Volkite blaster in case things go wrong. I even threw a spanner in the works.</div>
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But you can't even see the Scarab unless you look at the model from a very specific angle. If I'm trying to tell a story with a vignette like this, its important to actually tell the story rather than saying, 'ooh look how teeny-tiny the details are! How clever I am!'. The end result has too much going on and doesn't draw the eye to a focal point like a painting would. It's all over the place.</div>
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Despite this, I still like the model. Its a cross between a mad scientist and a wizard and sort of painted itself. I didn't really plan it out or think too much. The spell book he is perusing was inspired by the Necronomicon from Evil Dead and I painted it in one session, with no do-overs or mistakes. If I'd stopped to think about it, the whole thing would have taken days. I started painting the cogitator and immediately realised that it was just a Sinclair Spectrum 48k with a few modifications (more 80's references. The Space Hulk C.A.T. is from 3rd Edition but it's still Space Hulk).</div>
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Monkeychukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13943869291884524172noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223049468604605327.post-53613724205034615152020-06-13T23:48:00.003+12:002022-02-04T18:57:32.124+13:00The Eagle Has Landed<div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="834" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidgclKHqf0ZCDzoldwzA5YrbV7r6-ZwTjOegCJW5X_7_AYIDYp_pLb-KNTwqOOs1Yhh0nblgkiKAnIWQhecodsgukDKIvoCN_4uInrZ_dAN5IIkPnVmG5kuMPLbNKB_kVs4O_Z8VC-PyQ/w640-h482/orni7.jpg" width="640" /></div><div><br /></div>Surprise model of the week. I only picked this one up on Thursday. <span><a name='more'></a></span>Games Workshop have re-opened their Wellington store and Nathan was busy setting up the gaming tables when I popped in. I didn't stay for a game of course, because I'm a miserable bastard (and it was my lunch hour). <div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="775" data-original-width="918" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3P6TfKxhuFQB7hNSRvH0Akip03mo1kvWk0O-cpEsjuFDHx-ZZWDo5R5wC-7vTsZidEPyblRSPdi3ENXnb1Zl2E3BjMpC8x6CN151Wt-dmHZSgWVzVVC-Qhc7JiinPR_cD7uHplX50RN0/w400-h338/orni1.jpg" width="400" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I figured that if I was going to make an ornithopter then I should make it birdlike. I think opinions are divided on the Archaeopter. Maybe it looks a bit too Jules Verne or steampunk. A little too dorky to be an instant hit. But I think it's a really interesting model and opinions are always divided on the AdMech releases. I'm still not sure whether I like Kastelans and the hovercraft are a bit strange for my tastes. I suppose that's what the aesthetic is. Marmite models. Love them or hate them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXpsDta4eu9WLoE9LpapHHp_3a_gHKxkO40oLdzewSNAiyPOsqk2eYh9JYpdbPuptUVDo0njKMf2htto7jSufODRm6YY7OZS4jh3okS60IarL4Wd5EEtqwTEEl0lkSXHswZK63-ALRbA/s1060/orni5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="1060" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXpsDta4eu9WLoE9LpapHHp_3a_gHKxkO40oLdzewSNAiyPOsqk2eYh9JYpdbPuptUVDo0njKMf2htto7jSufODRm6YY7OZS4jh3okS60IarL4Wd5EEtqwTEEl0lkSXHswZK63-ALRbA/w640-h412/orni5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, I'm glad the shops were open and there was new plastic crack to feed upon because I've run out of ideas for the spider dunecrawler. The similarly costed Archaeopter allows me to drop it from my list and finally put a Slaaneshi model in the mix. I wanted to have a Chaos undivided theme, so all 4 gods must be represented. It probably doesn't have nearly enough teats to satisfy the devotees of 'She Who Thirsts', but I don't feel very sexy at the moment.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="918" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobjMrCnz3yfj2J454VfBov4j8pULlktuSluS3xZHAY-zAPgDQmcxCr8cYfNMGPqEwiu7MNMaOdQJuUBqK9Uv4-VqRIvqaVMweXsqAFkNrl5WvaB9BrsZA1CmgpH23WfIshpgTJlOBg-8/w400-h349/orni3.jpg" width="400" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Still a work in progress but I don't want to do too much more with it. I might have made it <i>too</i> birdlike. But then a lot of my vehicles have dynamic, animal poses and I enjoyed tinkering with this one. 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I'm an introvert (or at least I thought I was) who indulges in mostly solitary pastimes and I didn't think it would make much difference to be honest. I was scared shitless for about 3 days when I thought I was going to lose my job for the duration but they set me up for home working at the last minute. </div><div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLwmIl_vlTgVfshb1mmBQF3MlHyyQeIgJ8SHOMiDsIe33zZh263Y03ylNEAt6HOgraEB4gRfzIuTHGFJo8FFz43HXTnbekTxUwSJ3zJe9DprTNCGP30YxkJcIgUkxw_pAREmJ3PEaCnI/s1048/Magos1f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="1048" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLwmIl_vlTgVfshb1mmBQF3MlHyyQeIgJ8SHOMiDsIe33zZh263Y03ylNEAt6HOgraEB4gRfzIuTHGFJo8FFz43HXTnbekTxUwSJ3zJe9DprTNCGP30YxkJcIgUkxw_pAREmJ3PEaCnI/w640-h442/Magos1f.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>A huge relief but having no real structure to the day or change in environment means that work and leisure seem to blur endlessly into a general sense of unease. "Should I be working now? Should I have stopped working now? Will anyone even notice? How many people died today?"</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4ih2PgbCURk" width="320" youtube-src-id="4ih2PgbCURk"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I descended into Nurglesque sloth. By the time Easter was over, I wasn't even sure what day it was. I never thought I'd say this but I'm desperate to go back to work. Added to that, the virus has affected my immediate family back in the UK quite dramatically. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkg7__gpuo0u374NJQa8VGx7HCtzwRQb-me8JSSnZKYHTExFxQ5hojNJG8vv9clxCEnLC4TtnzY3EDFddJ57HILFfd4glQ4j-q5cpr8xUx0audP-HLiGRxQVvUjj7-8q9dAkiJ-m0glQ/s852/Magos3r.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="753" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkg7__gpuo0u374NJQa8VGx7HCtzwRQb-me8JSSnZKYHTExFxQ5hojNJG8vv9clxCEnLC4TtnzY3EDFddJ57HILFfd4glQ4j-q5cpr8xUx0audP-HLiGRxQVvUjj7-8q9dAkiJ-m0glQ/w566-h640/Magos3r.jpg" width="566" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>There was nothing I could do, they closed all international borders in March, but it didn't stop me from feeling guilty. Suffice to say, I didn't get much hobby time in. Eventually I stopped feeling sorry for myself and started hobbying in an effort just to feel normal. Painting for an hour every other night eventually turned into two or three hours and I had a good session today to finish him off. Maybe there is something to self discipline after all.</div></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlW46ednA1VKVcwNv9580mpr77sKZKRETHNy6CEPUPQFebCmv-oBINnuR9z224GUBfZpjx7OEL08LYPj7hCu4ipjoG9rdEuYEGGbf5ltBin8bNASqv5AHzvogUOkZlzOPaXkAE_YvMpv8/s983/Magos6b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="983" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlW46ednA1VKVcwNv9580mpr77sKZKRETHNy6CEPUPQFebCmv-oBINnuR9z224GUBfZpjx7OEL08LYPj7hCu4ipjoG9rdEuYEGGbf5ltBin8bNASqv5AHzvogUOkZlzOPaXkAE_YvMpv8/w640-h484/Magos6b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It definitely made me feel better and was much more productive than playing Avorion compulsively or poring over Worldometers stats. At least the pandemic seems to be winding down a bit now. Next up, The Great Depression. Or Wave Two. Reminds me of a line from 'Inertia Creeps', a Massive Attack song: "Been here before. Been here forever".</div></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmbVnmYvrEbE-O2XNTgIU7j4fIobbtEKnJvALz7iQwxHZNGXMYohYruGqWuzfv4vtPTYjjSbpGoamWHX9YlixlmeAqOd3uLJxEE-XOOi_-aYc0ml5SSfjHWJpzQlJUwgkD-HNWR7EHtN0/s868/Magos12f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="824" data-original-width="868" height="608" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmbVnmYvrEbE-O2XNTgIU7j4fIobbtEKnJvALz7iQwxHZNGXMYohYruGqWuzfv4vtPTYjjSbpGoamWHX9YlixlmeAqOd3uLJxEE-XOOi_-aYc0ml5SSfjHWJpzQlJUwgkD-HNWR7EHtN0/w640-h608/Magos12f.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Anyway, I don't think he looks like Darth Maul any more. He reminds me of Thumper in 'Bugs Life' now that he's painted up. Completely demented. 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I actually read some alternative sci-fi this month rather than absently pleasuring myself with 40k bolter porn. <span><a name='more'></a></span>Hyperion by Dan Simmons is a good read, isn't it? I had to stop and think about it in-between sessions rather than just leaving my money on the dresser and disappearing into the night. I even rewound some bits just to aid with the digestion (Audible has changed my life, the printed word is so.. déclassé). At first, I couldn't get acclimatised and my brain kept tripping over apparent contradictions of the lore.<br />
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"Oh that kind of heresy would never be tolerated in such a heavily populated hive city! So this must be in the Age of Strife or something, because The Emperor is <i>barely</i> mentioned at all! Wait a minute! Farcaster <i>network</i>?! Teleportation is a costly and often violently catastrophic method of transportation! What is this 'farcasting' nonsense?"<br />
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I thought that I might as well do some hobbying while I was at it, but Squaduary had left me burnt out. I didn't feel like continuing any major projects so I unboxed my last Magos Dominus and decided to use him as a test model for the <a href="https://monkeychuka.blogspot.com/2020/01/heretek.html" target="_blank">4 legged version</a> I made back in January.<br />
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A bit of light conversion work wouldn't hurt and I cut off the walking cane to give the impression of his hand pointing at something. This made him look like an old man trying to read a bus timetable. So I gave him a book to read. Which needed a book stand. The sad fate of the C.A.T., rescued from the bowels of the Space Hulk all those years ago, was to wind up in a forgotten laboratory, deep in the bowels of a heretical forgeworld. Its once-human, almost primitive mind forcibly melded with the semi-sentient cogitation machine embedded into the structure of this defiled place.<br />
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Unfortunately that hid his face and the pointing finger. I resolved to make him taller, reaching for the tentacle maker. But I didn't have it with me, I'd lent it to Alistair and therefore an excavation of the bits box was in order. I came across a Corpsemaster on the steps of a Mortis Engine. Damn! That could actually work! Time to go down the rabbit hole.<br />
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Since tentacles were off the menu, how to make the mechadendrites more interesting? This was when I really started to have fun. I count at least eight acts of treason on the model now. Contravening all that is most sacred to Ordo Xenos, Malleus <i>and</i> Hereticus.<br />
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1. Consorting with daemons.<br />
2. Use of proscribed reading materials.<br />
3. Profaning an Inquisitorial textbook.<br />
4. Possession of and experimentation with alien artefacts.<br />
5. Utilisation of non-standard fire fighting equipment.<br />
6. Possession of Nurgle tainted household tools.<br />
7. Illegal hybridisation of cogitator and servitor core processors.<br />
8. Innappropriate use and mutation of house plants.<br />
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If the Inquisition happened across this poor fellow at his workstation, they'd nuke the entire site from orbit. But he seems happy enough. Just another day at the office.<br />
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My treemap is filling up slowly but surely. I've signed up for <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/1024964161201714/" target="_blank">Maelstrom XIII</a> in May which will give me something to tilt at.<br />
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Batch painting is the pits. Until you're done and then you're like, "Yeah baby, I'm a lean, mean painting machine!" <span><a name='more'></a></span>Overcome by ADHD I kept being distracted by Evil Dead Ash. He was such a pleasing conversion, I wanted him to shine. So I just slowed down and started painting him on his own. Yeah, it wasted time but it was also good because my paints were ready and I could just carry on with the rest of the squad. If I paint one rim, I might as well do all 10 while I'm here. When I got deathly bored with the troops I went back to making Evil Dead Ash look spruce and manly. It worked out quite well and seemed less of a chore as a result. In fact, this is the first time I've enjoyed batch painting since, well.. forever.<br />
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Listening to the Ravenor trilogy on audio book also helped. I'd forgotten just how good that series is. Abnett, Haley and Dembski-Bowden are the holy trinity for me. I have to be quite circumspect with Black Library these days and have several unfinished, forgotten Horus Heresy books lying around now.<br />
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I kept thinking of a comment by Siph in a previous post where he advised me to equip the squads with an Omnispex. I checked back and it appears I have only built one of these out of all 30. Time for a bit of creative, lazy-ass thinking. So I came up with this:<br />
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Alright you primitive screwheads, listen up. See this? This is my BOOMSTICK! It's a modified Arkhan pattern Galvanic Rifle with elongated barrel for increased effective range**. S-MARTian's top of the line. You can find this is in the sporting goods department of select manufactorum outlets. Thats right, this sweet baby was made in Forgeworld Monkeychuka. It retails for about #109.95. It's got a walnut stock, adamantium blue steel with polished brass curlicues.<br />
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Plus!! This week, on special offer, is the Mark II Slaaneshi Omnisex Headset. Providing 360 degree tactical battlefield data via remote view hololith projection. Comes with multi-target painting runes and thrice blessed IFF indicators as standard.<br />
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But that's not all! For a limited time only, the Mark I Omnisex is just #49.99! Great value with only mild side effects. Hurry while stocks last!<br />
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Shop smart. Shop S-MARTian! *** Ya got that? Now I swear, the next one of you primates, even touches me... eeurgggh!! Failed Ld test! Damn! I knew I should have bought the data tether.<br />
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*** - Terms and conditions apply. Your sanity is at risk if you do not make proper obesiance and warding incantations on all Sado-MARTian (TM) apparatus. Product contains nuts.<br />
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Starting to feel the burn now. I am definitely over Skitarii. <span><a name='more'></a></span>Got to keep reminding myself that this is the last batch and then I've finished all 30. I've just been doing an hour, maybe two, a day after dinner.<br />
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I've blocked out all the main colours and it's just down to finishing the detailing, highlighting and bases on the models. The backpacks are detached and still only primed. On target and confident I will get these done in a week.</div>
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