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Post by ghostwalker on Mar 15, 2014 23:35:10 GMT
After that epic bit of messing about with city link It has begun. Perfect castings,no real mould lines, easily cleaned and beautifully detailed. Pure, unadulterated, naked resin Joy.
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Post by sw1 on Mar 16, 2014 9:04:11 GMT
Finally. I've been looking forward to seeing these pained up. Out of interest how do you get the funky look to the paint scheme?
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Post by ghostwalker on Mar 16, 2014 9:57:53 GMT
funky look to which paint scheme sw1?
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Post by sw1 on Mar 16, 2014 15:34:57 GMT
Over the last couple of nights i have been working on the UCM starter set from Dropzone Commander by Hawk Wargames. It's been a long time since i painted anything so small and detailed, the models are simply amazing even in the plastics. Barring the infantry and a coat of varnish, i have finished the entire UCM starter, let me know what you think Family portrait Condor Dropship with 3 Sabre Main Battle Tanks Condor Dropship with 3 Rapier Anti-air tanks Condor Dropship with 2 Bear APC's The one on these ships. Wouldn't mind trying it out on some guard tanks. Sorry for the rather none obvious reference.
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Post by ghostwalker on Mar 16, 2014 16:26:12 GMT
ahhh okies.
Undercoat black. Vallejo model colour russian uniform base. 50/50 black/green wash. Heavy drybrush VMC Russian uniform. Highligh up using a mix of VMC Russian Uniform and Green Ochre. You only need to add a tiny amount of green ochre at a time as its a strong colour.
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Post by ghostwalker on Mar 17, 2014 18:14:32 GMT
With more projects than i know what to do with, i am actually enjoying painting. When something gets stale i just jump sideways to something else. The end result seems to be a ton on productivity and i have already out done last years completed model tally . So heres my latest finished project. 4 Tau Pathfinders naturally they also get to hang out with their big bro. Aside from that i have 2 dark angels for a twitter/fb challenge. You had to buy a mini for under £5 including postage. It has to be painted and relisted on twitter by end of March. The one who makes the most profit gets to do a happy dance. So these will be the main focus over the next week or so. Oh and theres also this wip. Directorate Battleship for FSA.
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Post by paladin7221 on Mar 17, 2014 22:57:09 GMT
Looks like the Millennium Falcon's mean ass big brother....
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Post by ghostwalker on Mar 31, 2014 19:33:42 GMT
Its been a long few days. Hobby ADD or ADOS as it's sometimes known, struck me like a runaway truck. I'm sure some of you saw the relevant post elsewhere on the forums.
Throw in the arrival of a new foster dog saturday (we didn't know he was coming until thursday night), the ensuing lost sleep as the poor soul tries to settle in... and i am sure you can understand my very strained sanity at the moment. Though i am sure many of yuo would have enjoyed the Mr.Bean/Benny Hill style games of trying to get said foster dog back in from the garden at 1am this morning.
But that aside. In this house there has been much discussion as we both try to find our way back into 40k. Carol wants to give the Marines a go, vanilla marines, nothing fancy. She likes the idea of painting them as long as they are not yellow/purple/green or bone coloured. Me...well you all know the struggles i have. It's been a long few years for me as 40k goes. Nothing has felt right and i have been all but forcing myself to try and get an army. The saving grace recently. The new knight model and the new Militarum Tempestus stuff along with the new ogryns. I am one of those weird people whol actually likes the Taurox..says it all really. So for once i am putting aside the tactical mind (might have seen other posts on this) and trying out for just the 'rule of cool'. New scions as a force, taurox primes, valks/vendettas ogryns (if in the book) and a knight. It's the basic outline for an army where i like all the currently available models. That is highly unusual.
I have a scheme in my head from an old guard squad i did a while back. It was dheneb stone fatigues with red armour. So i plan on swapping them out for relevant new range paints and trying it on the scions. Basing i have no idea about..as it screams desert, but i think the models could get lost on the bases.
I even have the resurrected name of the regiment. the '43rd Octavian and 52nd Granacian Rifles'
It's an old idea. But it has the basics of being linked through my old army regiment.
It even has the benefit of a couple of very short stories i wrote waaaay back in the mists of time.
So once Carol has settled on a chapter colour scheme. We shall begin our 2 games 1 box 1 month mini challenge.
As for the stories... I am no Dan Abnett...so be gentle lol
The diary of Guardsmen Raulke 43rd Octavian Rifles
Today was the 1st day we were able to attack those stinking Orks.After three months of solid fighting were finally able to put an attack their way and by the Emperor's shiny throne was it a good day.I can still recall their feral voices in the gloom.
Slowly i crawled forwards through the dense foliage of the woodland floor. Each move rustling leaves, the sound inside my head magnified a hundred times by my heightened senses. Surely they would hear me, surely they would expose our trap and catch us all cold. I crept forward further, only another fifteen meters and i would be in position. Minutes pass slowly seeming like hours to my over active mind. Gradually i crawl into position, I look around and watch as the rest if my platoon takes up their positions along the banks beside the Ork encampment. All in there are maybe fifty men from bravo platoon, mostly just lowly guardsmen, but leading this attack there are some senior guardsmen as well. On the left flank i can see Sgt.Chesham checking his men, making sure kit is secure as we do not want our position to be given away by a loose canteen rattling.On the right flank i can see Sgt.Loyden ushering the last of 3rd squad into their ambush positions, he glances over at me and smiles noticing my nervousness, it's encouraging but i still feel like a scared child.
How long has passed...only ten minutes...I do not know how long i can stand this waiting. Just laying here like a corpse waiting for the sun to rise and our moment to come. I snap awake, oh no i fell asleep, god i hope nothings gone wrong.I check my watch...thank the Emperor only a minute or so gone. I hear a noise to my right i pray it is not a Ork, slowly i look over and see it's only guardsmen Holt shifting uncomfortably.
04:45hours only five minutes to go until will launch our ambush on the Ork camp.I can hear them rousing, the guttural barks as they rouse their warriors.The smell is suffocating like decomposing meat and the smell of a thousand unwashed bodies. I hear a noise ahead, glancing up i see a huge Ork strolling towards me. Oh no, oh no. he will see us and raise the alarm.I start to raise my lasgun ready to fire,20 more paces and he will be on top of us. Out of the corner of my eye i see Loyden wave me down, his signals telling me not too fire. I lower my lasgun and start to pray. The Ork stops a few meters away and starts to sniff the air. I am sure we are going to be discovered, but then he just turns away and heads back into camp.
04:49 hours.I reach down and clip my bayonet onto the lugs of my lasgun, slowly I check my webbing to ensure everything is done up nice and tight.I slide the safety off my gun and prepare to move, all along the line fifty other souls do the same. I mutter a quick prayer for the safe keeping of my soul to the Emperor.
04.50hours With a screaming war cry we launch our ambush on the Orks, I leap up out of my position and start to move forward, all fear is gone I only feel the rush of adrenaline.The Orks are bewildered as we charge out of the forest, most are not armed or even standing. As I run forward I start to shoot, first to the left taking a greenskin in the jaw and sending it flying backwards into another. Then I notice another groping for a large cumbersome weapon, I drop to the floor, taking aim I start shooting whilst muttering a prayer for accuracy. Time slows, I watch as my lasrounds buzz lazily through the early morning mist. I count several hits but the beast stays up, frantically I grope for a grenade, priming it,I hurl it towards my foe screaming 'frag out' to warn my comrades. As I watch the grenade slowly tumble through the air I pray, seconds later my prayers are answered by the concussion of the grenade .A bright blossom of smoke and flame flash out followed by mud wood and other unmentionable things.
Getting to my feet I look around, all over the forest floor lay dead and dying Orks. With a scream of triumph I realize I am alive and we have won . Then slowly I turn and realization slams into me like a grav train. Lying just feet away is my brother. Speared through the side by a huge sword he looks like a stuffed pig, beside him is the body of a massive ork its mouth fused around the barrel of his lasgun. Behind them lie the bodies of more guardsmen, maybe 20 or more, I fall to my knees and start to cry.Why? why must good men die fighting scum like these. I rouse from my reverie......no today was not a good day, it was just another day in another war.........
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Post by sw1 on Mar 31, 2014 20:59:22 GMT
I really like the feelings conveyed in the story. Makes the character very human which is something a lot of writers fail to do.
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Post by ghostwalker on Apr 2, 2014 19:17:47 GMT
decision, decisions, decisions. So that time is coming closer. Over the next few weeks we will see the new scions, taurox and Militarum Tempestus codex, followed by the hydra/wyvern dual kit, ogryns/bullgryns and the Astra Militaurm (ig) codex.
It's interesting times for those of us with an interest in the lowly men of the guard. The bravest of human souls to defend humanity.
But with those new shinnies comes an avalanche of options and unanswered questions.
Singular MT or AM forces. Combined elements of both, if so which way...MT with AM allies or AM with MT allies. The only certain element is that both will feature and a knight will join also.
I cant remember a time when there was this sort of choice to face for those of us with a desire to do guard. The options are all viable. The choices unknown, especially in regards to the contents of the MT book.
Like i said....
Interesting times.
Another little fluff tale for my upcoming force.
The sky was beginning to darken, the first signs of night approaching.Rain was falling slantwise, driven by the howling wind as bravo platoon continued their sweep of the surrounding woodlands. At the front of the straggling line of sodden guardsmen walked Elias Raulke. Not a happy guardsmen today was Raulke. For the third time in a row he pulled the point job, or sandbag as most knew it. Peering through the gathering gloom and driving rain he struggled to observe the route ahead. Listening was of no use with the wind howling through the trees, you could have walked a titan past 3rd platoon and they would never have known. Like the rest of bravo platoon he was beyond the point of fatigue.
Further down the line struggling against the wait of his comm link came trooper Clarke. Fresh off the training fields Clarke was as green as they came and he felt none of the fatigue, just the enthusiasm of the new recruit. Behind him came the platoons Sergeant Max Loyden, a ten year veteran of the guard, admired by his men he was a true leader. Raising his clenched fist he signalled the platoon to halt, then with a quick snapping gesture he signalled them to break off the trail and into cover. As fast as they could the men dived into the cover at the trails edge. Stomping down the trail came around a hundred orks accompanied by a few of their smaller dreadnoughts know as killer kans. Guardsmen Raulke squirmed further back into cover and started to pray to the Emperor for salvation. Further down the line guardsmen Clarke slid the safety off his lasgun and prepared to fire. Loyden noticing this tried to stop him but it was already too late, he was up and firing towards the orks. The rest of bravo platoon knew they were in trouble, they were outnumbered and out gunned at least two to one.With a screaming battle cry the rest of bravo platoon opened fire, creating a firestorm of death amongst the orks as they milled in confusion. A few of the orks had gathered their wits and were stating to return fire at the guardsmen, along with the kans which were already starting to cut down men like wheat. Panic and fear started to spread through the men like wild fire, disorganised they stared to back away from the orks. What started as a withdrawal rapidly became a full blown route as the orks took advantage of the situation. Running as fast as they could bravo platoon fled into the woodland, disappearing like mist.
Back at Granacia Prime news of bravo platoons fate was being flashed through the comm system, already the massive defence guns were redirecting their fire towards the last know location of bravo platoon. Sweating servitors loaded macro shells into the gargantuan guns and reported ready to fire. In the command bunker Captain Thaine, Commander of the Octavian Rifles dejectedly gave the order to commence bombardment. He knew the men of bravo platoon well and would miss them. He only hoped that some had got clear and would not be caught in the bombardment. On the north wall unaware of the fate befalling bravo platoon, two sentries stood looking out over the plains outside their city. Watching as the massive defence guns opened fire one of them said 'somebody is getting a pasting tonight'
48 hours later
There was a commotion outside the main gates of the city, men were running towards the walls shouting. Alarmed Thaine headed towards the command bunker and ordered the vid screens to focus outside the main gates. Augmented servitors half man half machine obeyed and started redirecting the surveillance drones into position. Slowly a picture started to form on the screen as the drones took up position. Expecting the worst Thaine gave the order for all batteries to arm and all men to alert stations. Turning towards the screens Thaine was struck by a feeling of awe, as out of the western forest a line of straggling, sodden and bedraggled guardsmen were marching towards the gates.
Out of the woods guardsmen Raulke stumbled, looking up he saw the walls of Granacia Prime. A feeling of joy coursed through him, he was home, he was safe. Never would he be able to forget his flight from the orks. What was supposed to be organised had become a rout. He could remember running for his life as the kans had started firing into the woods. He could remember the fear of being atomised as the artillery barrage had fell upon the woodland as he ran for his life. None of it mattered now, he was alive and he was home.
Later that day.
Max Loyden marched into the command bunker, summoned from his men he knew what was coming.Smartly coming to attention he started to report to Thaine......
An hour passed and with it he finished his report, noticing as he did for the first time the man sat at the back of the command bunker. Fear and dread filled Loyden as he realised he was looking at a commissar, scared he swallowed hard. The man stepped forward, Sergeant this is Commissar Pavlov he is here to observe these proceedings interjected Thaine, as if he read the sergeants mind.
Drawing out a bolt pistol the Commissar approached Loyden, then abruptly he spun the pistol around and handed it to the man. 'I, I do not understand' stammered Max Loyden, 'do you expect me to take my own life?'. Laughter long, raucous and hard rang out from the body of the commissar, after a minute or so it subsided and the stern face returned. 'No sergeant i do not expect you to take your own life, but i do expect you to take the life of many more orks before this war is over. Do you understand me sergeant or should i say Lieutenant' Shocked and amazed Lieutenant Max Loyden left the command bunker and headed back for some sleep.
'A good man' Thaine said to the commissar. 'Yes indeed. But a shame he could not return with all his men. But that is the price of war. 20 dead you say?, make sure they are replaced and make sure they are experienced men. I foresee many missions for this Loyden and his men in the future and he will need good men with him', replied Commissar Pavlov.
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Post by ghostwalker on Apr 4, 2014 9:57:36 GMT
So another day to go before i can get my hands on the scions models. Not sure when my codex will turn up as i missed the wednesday cut off...meh.
But in the meantime, i am getting the fluff down for my regiment. I am doing a vow type thing over on the Bolter and chainsword. You have to provide a trooper in base plastic, then painted in your regiment colours. Along with some world/regiment Backround and a little bio on the trooper shown.
The stories above are the bio part for Guardsman Raulke. The fluff below is for the world part...would appreciate any thoughts.
Octavian 43rd Rifles
Home Worlds
The Octavian regiments come from a cluster of planets within the Octavia Cluster to the galactic east.
Towards the core part of the cluster lie several highly fertile worlds.
It is upon these worlds the Men are trained and recruited.
The core worlds of the Octavia Cluster are all under full imperial control. Some of the outer planets are still home to fighting between elements of the Octavian regiments, Fists of Dorn Astartes chapter and the remnants of Waaagh Grotsmasha.
Those planets that are clear of the orks, are fertile lands, populated by large fortified cities and military training complexes. Unlike a lot of imperial worlds though, the ruling elite of Octavia refuse to allow their worlds to descend into the state of hive worlds and manufactories.
Life on Octavia.
The Octavians are a highly martial people. From the age of 10 all children are expected to learn how to handle and fire las weaponry.
At 16 all males are required to enlist in the planetary defence forces for a minimum of 10 years. This can be extended when the home worlds are under threat.
All women are required to be proficient in fire arms, but also to maintain a standing auxiliary of trained medicae personnel. They are also expected to maintain the fertile farmlands.
Any person deemed fit and willing can leave their normal service and volunteer to join one of the Octavian Guard regiments. It is seen as a great honor and much social standing can be gained through the act.
Due to the nature of guard life, there are many orphaned children upon the worlds of the Octavian cluster. On may other worlds these waifs and strays would succumb to life they have been dealt.
But it is not so here.
Using the martial mindset of the people, the scholar Progenium set up several training academies. Constant warfare provides a steady stream of orphans into these academies. Many are tested and fail, these cast offs usually find their way into the factories and workshops of the worlds.
But for those who excel, life in the Octavian Rifles awaits.
The Octavian Rifles
To be a rifle is to be a member of the elite, within the martial lifestyle of Octavia, to be elite is to be admired. For the Rifles are the Militarum Tempestus 'storm troopers'. The best of the best of Octavias Military.
Granted the best armour, training and equipment outside of an Astartes chapter.
From their arrival at a Scholar facility. the orphaned youth of Octavia are taught and reminded about the death of their family. It is used as a conditioning tool, to hone a killing edge to an already lethal weapon.
The regimental Commissars use Vengeance as a motivator and controlling hand over their charges.
Life as a member of the 'Militarum Tempestus' is exactly that. A life long occupation. For those lucky enough to survive into their 50th year, the training academies await. Their skills, knowledge and experience used to teach the new recruits.
Octavian Commissariat
For some of the orphans, losing their families leads them into unswerving acts of fealty. Many are found at places of worship, begging answers from the emperor as to why their families were taken. Some of these poor souls are too broken to help. Others though, seek to avenge their families, to take the fight to the enemies of mankind.
These pious young orphans nearly always end up under the scrutiny of the commissariat.
Some do not meet the exacting standards required and will go on to become the junior officers within the 'Tempestus' regiments. The rest though, go on to study, train and master the teachings of the Emperor.
Eventually when they are deemed ready, they will step out in the long black cloak of a commissar.
Octavian Commissars are somewhat different to most others though. Throughout their training they are taught that the lives of their men are not to be easily wasted.
Discourage from the typical execution mantra of most, Octavian Commissars are taught to use punishment over death.
Minor infringements are dealt with through lashings.
Major infringements are dealt with through court martial.
Cowardice however is dealt with, not through death, but dismissal.
Any soldier, be they an officer or lowly grunt. Convicted of cowardice is summarily dismissed from the Octavian Regiments. Their marks of service are removed through laser surgery. This process leaves a very obvious and very visible mark upon the soldier. On their return to their home world, these men will be treated as outcasts. Most will wander trying to find a way to make amends, the rest end up doing the most menial of tasks, clearing the city sewers, working in the slaughter houses or as servants to one of the higher families.
For the men of the rifles. A simple mantra is also their battle cry.
Blood for my vengeance, vengeance is my blood.
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Post by ghostwalker on Apr 5, 2014 21:23:28 GMT
Ok, so the plastic has barely stopped crinkling after being shredded from the box and i feel now is the best time to do an unboxing/review of the contents. Box Simple enough affair with the new 'darker' style. Front has mandatory nice pic with the back showing alternate builds along with a suggested paint guide. Instructions. A surprise and refreshing change. Lots and lots of pics, step by step guides on every variant build and the final page has the stats minus the points cost of the command squad variant and basic squad variant. Sprues. First impression...Crammed to the hilt. GW have certainly tried to squeeze your monies worth onto the sprues. There are 2 sprues included. 5 set of legs with 3 being cut off at the knee for a little more pose variance. 5 torsos are included along with a lovely cloak for an officer. There's 5 backpacks, a mix of combat weapons including a really nice power fist that has some exposed pistons on the back. There is a nice touch on the chainsword with it having 'sergant' stripes on it. There are also multiple weapons for each of the squad/command variants. Though only 1 volley gun . There are a few additional nice little touches like holstered hellguns, cool little knives. the obligatory canteens and pouches....oh and 17 heads!!! yep lots of spares including 9 beret heads for those wanting extras for their regular guard models. One little touch is the attention to detail on the armour. It looks like there is a intentional link between the scion armour and the knight armour. Overall. Plenty of options, extras and nice little touches. A clear and well laid out instruction manual. Some will argue that the box is overpriced (same old gw argument that has been going on for years). But the truth is, you get a bucket load of bits to kitbash onto ordinary guard models and vehicle crews. I am more than happy with the cost/parts ration and look forward to getting on and assembling some models. For the Emperor!! Blood for my vengeance, vengeance is my blood. Oh you want pics of the shinnies...ok. Box Instruction Manual Basic Scion Sprue Scions 'command' sprue Enjoy folks!
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Post by Lord Draconiroth on Apr 6, 2014 6:48:38 GMT
I actually really like the look of these guys!
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Post by ghostwalker on Apr 6, 2014 14:32:19 GMT
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The Irontooth
Bloodclaw
Tale of Gamers: 3 units, 4 pieces of terrain
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Post by The Irontooth on Apr 7, 2014 17:41:41 GMT
Can you say if the bits work together with cadian and/or catachan bits?
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