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#4554827 Malchy's WIP thread : Kohuru head hunter squad (up 12/10)

Posted by malcharion on 06 November 2016 - 09:02 AM

Hi there !

Working for a while on my armys and even if it's not quite finished it's on a good way..
Feel the need to share theme with you guys smile.png.

First of all some of my Carcharodon army :

Carcharodon 8th battle company known as the "Oblivion's predators".
First Battle barge : the Hemiodon
Known Shoal master : Captain Nebriuson "the black water jaw"

Command officer :

Nebriuson :

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Makoha Noronhai Second in command Red brethren sergent :

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Isodon Saar, Primary Librarian of the 8th company :

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Known characters of the Shoal :

Saelei Brachyurus, Contemptor class dreadnought :

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The Oromatua "The Soul eater", "8th tithe" of the Oblivion's predators company .

Background :

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Rest of the shoal :

Drop pod :
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Leviathan siege dreadnought :
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Leave you their for the Carcharodons parts but their is a lot more to come ..

Next post for my raven guard
here is a taste :

Moritat / Count as Kaedes Nex :

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( if you are asking why the tau gun, it's just to represent the special gun of Kaedes nex and for the most part it's just that I wanted to try a light effect.. just an aesthetic issue ^^)

Hope you guys will like theme ! Stay tuned for the next round msn-wink.gif

Malchy aka Nebriuson


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#4786588 Post Your Primaris Marines

Posted by Rob_Loken on 17 June 2017 - 09:58 PM

I'll bite, my first unit of Angels Revenant.

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I figure after being blown up by Necrons these guys might benefit from the Primaris program. 😁
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#3316051 Misconceptions About CSM

Posted by A D-B on 27 February 2013 - 03:25 PM

For the sake of argument, let's say you're Helikaon the Mourner, a Word Bearer Chaplain in the Heresy. You're part of the command team, with Captain Vilus (maybe he has a personal title like Archon, Consul, Warleader, or whatever else), essentially co-leading the Company, within the Chapter, within the Host of several Chapters gathered together. Or just one Chapter. Or just half of several Chapters banded together for a few months, years, decades, or centuries. Maybe all of your Chapter/Company remnants form a Host for convenience, or because Lorgar ordered it, or you're part of the same Crusade Fleet, or you just owe each other bonds of absolute brotherhood. But let's focus on you, Vilus, and the Chapter of the Sacred Phoenix Unbound, named after one of the constellations above Colchis.

 

Maybe on the tabletop, you're a Chaos Lord, or a Dark Apostle, or something the rules don't have a place for, because they're merely the basic skeleton structure. Let's move on to what matters.

 

Time passes in the Eye of Terror, after the Sons of Horus lost you the war by running when their primarch fell. You spend a lot of that time fighting the Sons of Horus because they're weak, and getting weaker. You kill them and take their ships, their worlds, their fortresses, their equipment. You make deals with worlds settled by the Dark Mechanicum. Other times, you invade those worlds, for supplies. Other times, the Mechanicum breaks its oaths to you, screwing you over, because that particular forge, that particular leader, or that particular world had a better offer from a stronger warband. Or because they secretly hated you. Or because of reasons you never find out. 

 

You raid the Imperium a lot, for vengeance, for supplies, for slaves, for territory, and to teach them the truth behind reality. Maybe you do it for the glory of the Dark Gods, to please them, or maybe you do it for yourself, to make life better, easier, or to humiliate a rival who lost a fight against that world or fleet in times past. Maybe you do it because there's pressure from several Aspiring Champions and squad leaders that are inciting the troops into believing you're weak, and should be removed from your position as co-leader. You need a show of strength. Soldiers need victories.

 

You make alliances with other warbands from other Legions, either to group together against a serious enemy, or because you share territory and genuinely consider yourself allies. You break some of those promises, because it suits you better to kill those former allies and take their land/resources/ships. You stick to some of the others for all time, because they're your Gods-damned brothers in arms, and you'd die for each other. Only, in 6,000 years of living in Hell; fighting daemons; and fighting the Imperium, you betray them because you learn they're about to launch a surprise attack on your stronghold, or your fleet. Only, maybe they weren't, and you were deceived by a third party. Or maybe they were, and they win, and you have to cut and run with half your resources and manpower squandered in a war you never saw coming. Much of the time, no matter what happens, you fight a lot of other warbands from other Legions. That's life in the Eye of Terror. For every alliance you make, there are half a dozen battles.

 

Sometimes, perhaps often, you come into contact with other Word Bearer Companies/Chapters/Hosts persecuting their own wars. Sometimes you join together, share news of the Legion's movements, and are the best of blood brothers. Other times, it isn't so simple. These Word Bearers worship a different cult and creed to you, and your beliefs aren't exactly gelling smoothly. There are as many cults and paths of Chaos faith as there are preachers and worshippers, and just as real world religions and branches of the same religion come into conflict, it happens with Chaos faithful, on a much, much, much larger and more frequent scale. Maybe they force aspects of Tzeentch worship you think makes them weak (maybe they use lore of the Change God to read the hearts of their enemies, which relies too much on Chaos rather than being strong on your own), and they think the way you see nobility in Khorne makes you deluded. They think you take one aspect of your faith too far, or not far enough. You think the same of them. You both have evidence of why the other warband is weak, because no group is ever without flaw. Maybe a tense negotiation between your leaders on neutral ground becomes a gunfight. Maybe your fleets meeting by accident becomes an all-out void war. Maybe you reconcile your differences in the name of the Word, and become brothers for 3,000 years, either answering each other's calls for aid, or even joining into a new Host, of two Chapters bonded by absolute loyalty. Maybe you become a new Host of a whole new Chapter, to reflect your new unity. Maybe that alliance lasts for a year. Maybe it lasts until the end of time.

 

Other times, other Word Bearer warbands call to you for aid. Sometimes you answer, because you're the same Legion, damn it, and that matters. But sometimes you don't answer, because if that Host gets butchered, you can move in and claim their territory and resources much easier. Other times, you answer their call for help because you owe them; they've saved you in the past. Other times, you don't answer because those guys are oathbreakers and heretics, dangerously disloyal - a nasty splinter faction - and you want them dead anyway. Other times, you want to aid them, but you don't make it in time, because the Warp's tides delay you; or because astropathy is near-strangers interpreting each other's vague dreams, and you miss the message in the nightmare of a million screaming children vomiting black sludge from their mouths while they're skinned alive by chanting monsters with liquid flesh made of pus and filth and liquified hate. Oh, that was a call for brotherhood by the Chapter of the Dark Maw? Not just one of the million nightmares you have, or the daemonic whisperings you hear all the time, because you live in Hell? Damn, Maybe you'll get it right next time.  

 

Except maybe next time, the Host of the Dark Maw come and attack you for breaking an oath, and bring several other Word Bearer Hosts with them, who now despise you for breaking the loyalty of the Legion. They're loyal Word Bearers, but they see you as dangerously disloyal, a nasty splinter faction that needs to be destroyed.

 

Or maybe you interpret the message right, and are dying to come help your brothers, but the Dark Maw are fighting the Chapter of the Osseous Throne, and you owe both Chapters your allegiance, so the only honourable thing to do is sit the fight out. Or maybe you owe the Osseous Throne an actual oath of brotherhood from past campaigns, and can't take the Dark Maw's side. Maybe the Dark Maw are fighting a warband from another Legion - the Venemous Rune, of the Death Guard - who you've served with and allied with a dozen times. But you break your oath to your proven allies, because the Dark Maw are Word Bearers, and the Venomous Rune are not your Legion. It doesn't matter because Legions mean everything, and your loyalty is to your bloodline, knowing it will never fail you. Or maybe it does matter, this time. Maybe you take the field against a warband of your own Legion, because the alliances you've made in the years since the Heresy during the Legion Wars in the Eye of Terror are what matter most to you now. 

 

At some point, Vilus is assassinated, leaving you in sole command of the Host. Now you're powerful, but vulnerable. Your own Aspiring Champions are, well, aspiring. They think they can lead the Legion better than you. They point to oaths you've broken to other warbands, or oaths you've made when many of your men wanted to break them; or battles that didn't go in your favour. It doesn't matter if their slander is fact or fiction, words spreads among the ranks. Some (many? most?) of your men harbour secret desires to replace you. Or maybe they don't, and you're just worrying over glances and stilled conversations and spy reports over nothing. You form an elite guard, but they take heavy casualties because they're in the front line of every battle. And can you trust them, really? They're in the best place to kill you if it came to an assassination. Maybe they're taking so many casualties becuse your other squads keep not deep striking in time. Is that intentional, or are the frequent repairs that need to be made really causing mechanical problems? Or is it that your ships are increasingly alive and sentient, half-daemon themselves, and harder to control with conventional means?

 

Maybe you focus on learning ancient , difficult-to-acquire lore on sorcery, to learn how to bind daemons more strongly and control your mutating fleet. Maybe you do it to control your own men. Only, the rebellion against you grows, because they say you're focusing too much on sorcery and not material conquering. Are you? You're sure you're not, but what choice do you have? This has to be done. You have to make things secure for the warband. Don't they see that? Maybe some do. Maybe others are still planning to kill you, and will have to learn in time that they'll go through the same doubts and plans when they're in your position. 

 

A Crusade is called. Maybe one of Abaddon's Black Crusades; maybe one of the lesser Black Crusades called by another individual of great power; maybe just a massive raid into realspace. Awesome. During that campaign that lasts 24 years and covers battles on 30 worlds, you're attacked by a warband in an ambush, in the middle of a fight against the Imperial Guard, by an Emperor's Children warband you've never even heard of, and can't remember offending. Why? Are there reasons from the past? The Legion Wars? Maybe there are. Maybe they just saw a chance to screw a weaker enemy over, or force you to lose the fight so your Legion's reputation suffers. Maybe they were mercenaries hired by another warband to soften you up for a coming assault. Who hired them? You redouble your spy network, not knowing if you can trust them at all, since they said nothing about this ambush.

 

During the Crusade, you ally with a cabal of Thousand Son sorcerers, and their Rubric bodyguards. They have their own ships, resources, manpower - what a coup. They join your warband, though not really being sworn members of your Host, they'd still die for you and you'd die for them, with bonds forged in the crucible of war. They could've betrayed you a dozen times, but instead they risked everything to save you from one hell of a fight. You could've betrayed them and stolen their lore, but you saved them. Except maybe you didn't. maybe you need their sorcerous lore, so you slaughter them when they're weakened from helping you. No one will ever know. Right? Right? You get away with it cleanly, never hearing about the incident again, and enjoying their books of sorcery. The Thousand Sons never seek revenge. Except maybe they do, because they come 1,000 years later, in force, to annihilate you. Or maybe another Thousand Son warband thanks you for destroying their main rivals, and offers you a union. Maybe another Word Bearer warband gets annihilated almost to the last man, because the Thousand Sons believe it was them, not you, that did it. 

 

Back in the Eye, at several points the Black Legion descends on your stronghold. Sometimes, they're weak and feeble, offering you a chance to join them. You refuse. Maybe you negotiate peacefully. Maybe you destroy them. Maybe you sense their leader is a weakling getting above his station, and has nothing to do with Abaddon, as many Black Legion warband leaders surely don't. Other times, they descend in force enough to annihilate your world/fleet/stronghold, and you have to run. Maybe they catch you, though. Maybe they offer you the choice to wear the Black, or be destroyed. Maybe you manage to escape anyway, and maybe your Host is finally destroyed. Maybe you join the Black Legion out of necessity, and despise it, gearing up to betray them later. Maybe you find that the freedom is liberating, and stick with it. Maybe you find that it's literally no different - your warband is still the same, your faith is still the same, and you have the same complicated relationships with Black Legion warbands that you did with Word Bearer warbands. Legion ties mean everything to some warbands, sometimes, and nothing to others, at other times. Maybe you spend endless campaigns devoting yourself to the Black legion, or the Word Bearers, only to find more and more warbands from your Legion are defecting, or betraying you, or never swore quite the same oaths as you did. Why didn't they? Or did they, and it's a misunderstanding? Remember that time you were assumed to be a traitor to your Legion? If they would just stop firing at you and killing your fleet, maybe you could sort it out. Wow, how many men did you just lose in a misunderstanding? Does the truth even matter anymore? If you keep hesitating and bleating about misunderstandings, you're going to be wiped out. How weak do you look in front of your men right now? Kill or be killed.

 

Say you remain a Word Bearer, though. maybe over time you seek the Black Legion out yourself, to swear loyalty the Legion that seems more unified in your sector of the Eye, or that is enjoying the greatest success and by far the strongest. Maybe you remain a Word Bearer, and the local Black Legion warbands are pathetic. You lord it over them, and demand tribute. Maybe some pay, others resist, and others run to tell Abaddon. maybe Abaddon listens, and descends with the Planet Killer. Maybe he ignroes the muling whines of weaklings, and you never hear from them again. Maybe the Warp eats them, or another warband, or daemons, or some ghost-god of the slain Eldar civilisation in whose ruins the Chaos Marines have made their empire. 

 

 

While you're Crusading next time, your Host joins with two other warbands - a World Eater remnant, and a Death Guard warband. Of the three commanders, you have the most power and influence, so you become de facto leader of this Council of Three. Now you have Khorne Berzerkers and Plague Marines to use in battle. This is the life, right? Except, the three factions of this new warband don't get on. They ally for convenience, or because they recognise the advantage, or even just temporarily for the current Crusade - or even just for this single world, and once it's taken, they break apart. Or maybe you manage to hold them together, and they become your lieutenants. Maybe you keep them in line, despite fights constantly breaking out between the rank and file warriors, and the clash of faiths, and the constant pressure of your lieutenants to undermine you and take control themselves. Maybe you're a lieutenant, and the Plague Lord or Skull Champion leading your mixed warband is weak, or foolish, and you know you can lead better than he can. So you're the one working to take control. You're the commander of the Host of the Sacred Phoenix Unbound, but your warband itself is known as The Triumvirate, and your reputation for success, brutality, cunning and competence begins to cast a long shadow. Other warbands can't match you in size, and begin to pay fealty, or serve you, or simply flee from you when you enter their territory. What was a simple alliance in a Black Crusade is now a legitimate warband. maybe it breaks down in a month. Maybe it lasts 8,000 years of ruthless, elegant destruction of its enemies.

 
But you remain a Word Bearer.  Maybe you remain closely allied with your other commanders in The Triumvirate, but you prefer to spend most of your time working alone, and the bonds of the Triumvirate are only for times of great need. That makes perfect sense. Then it becomes like any other allegiance of warbands, and you go your merry way. maybe you never had anything to do with those pathetic deviants of broken Legions anyway. 
 

Now you need new Marines. You find a sorcerous way to breed them. Or the technical facilities to clone them. Then you have to find the lore to clone them yourselves, or hire out a fallen Apothecary who is absolutely insane, for the right for him to help you. But he wants an artefact lost on on a daemon world, or deep in the Imperium, or he wants jhis former warband destroyed for exiling him, before he'll help. Maybe he does as you ask, but it doesn't work. Maybe he's too unreliable and screws it all up for you. Now you're even worse off, having lost the facility and all those resources and the time spent getting it all. Maybe he does it, and it actually works. 

 

Or maybe you raid loyalist Chapters and harvest their fallen for gene-seed? Attacking Space Marines is risky, they don't just sit around and wait to be attacked. They strike planetary targets hard, then leave. They rarely defend, and usually attack. How do you find them? En route to a world? Lure them in? What if they bring overwhelming force and you risk destruction?

 

Then, of course, what about purity of bloodline? Does that matter to you? Does it somehow affect you on a deep level if your own future brothers are made from Imperial Fist or Ultramarine gene-seed? What will you do? Maybe you attack other Word Bearer Hosts and harvest their gene-seed. Maybe you cut deals with Mechanicum factions - which themselves are devolved into countless city-states and independent worlds in the Eye, allying and oathbreaking in much the same way the Chaos Marines are, and the same way every faction in 40K does to a lesser extent. Maybe you arrange to protect their forge world in exchange for them establishing gene-seed and Marine production facilities. What if they're invaded and you can't handle the scale of the war, though? Maybe you run, and earn the eternal enmity of the local Mechanicum. Maybe you get away clean. Maybe you fight it out, and suffer horrendous losses. Maybe you win easily, and the allies of the destroyed warband come for your head. Maybe the Mechanicum world you've agreed to serve screw it up, and you've just wasted a lot of time, ammunition and Marine lives in a campaign that profited you nothing. 

 

You could fly to other Word Bearer territories, and ask to use their facilities. Maybe they welcome you with open arms. Maybe they've heard you're a traitor, or that you refused to come to the aid of another Host, or that you sinned in some way that you've never even considered or heard of. Maybe a greater Legion commander steps in and weighs in favour of your claim to gene-seed facilities. Maybe you're cast out, and have to sail elsewhere to deal with others. Maybe you approach one of the major power players, like Erebus or Kor Phaeron. Are they on campaign, in the Imperium, for countless decades? Are they on Ghalmek or Sicarus? Reaching either of those worlds - reaching any world in the Eye of Terror or the Maelstrom - where space and time obey no physical laws - may very well be something like the Odyssey, a journey that could take days or decades, under the eyes of malignant daemons through a realm that itself exists to possess, mutate, consume, and digest material life.

 

Maybe the human thrall-army that serves you mutates beyond usability. Maybe they're lured away by another cult's faith, to serve another warband. Maybe they're just slaughtered in a bad battle, and you're massively underpowered in terms of Traitor Guard and human slaves now. Raid prison worlds? Hmm, good body count, but they're untrained. Try to convert Guard regiments? Tough call, and it involves careful sedition work, and your only trusted co-leaders spending years away from the warband to convert the human armies. Maybe you could send your less trusted underlings to do it, but then who would the new humans serve? Would they be an army secretly waiting to betray you?

 

Maybe you agree to serve a Black Legion warband for sixty-six years, to have your Apothecaries and Fleshsmiths trained in the mastery of Berzerker surgery. Now you have Berzerkers. Awesome. But what if another Word Bearer warband considers that a dangerous collusion with an enemy Legion, despite the fact you've been perfectly loyal and you know a dozen other warbands have done the same? Now you have another fight on your hands, with fanatics as dangerous as you are. Maybe the Black Legion warband you've allied with betrays you, and reveals nothing at all. Maybe they're destroyed from internal conflict and the new leader refuses the old deal his predecessor made. Maybe over time, your Host and the Black Legion Company become bound in blood-loyalty, and form a joint warband of two factions. Maybe you get tired of them after three days and replenish your recent losses by stealing their ships in an ambush.

 

What if Vilus doesn't die? What if he starts grooming other co-leaders as the warband grows in size? Maybe he means to replace you. Maybe you most loyal warriors keep telling you they know a betrayal is coming, that the whole warband may have to choose sides. Maybe you act first, and start the civil war. Maybe Vilus does. The warband breaks apart, and the survivors go their own ways. Maybe both warbands call themselves the Chapter of the Sacred Phoenix Unbound. Maybe you surrender the name, or Vilus does, because he no longer cares about the old traditions. 

 

What if Vilus encourages contests of competency between his underlings? You lose favour by failing wars, or gain favour by successful missions. it's all a game to him. He's no leader at all. You could command the warband and focus it to better, more meaningful ends. Right? Right? It's not like almost every other Aspiring Champion in the warband thinks the same thing, after all. Right?

 

While you're away raiding the Imperium, what happens to your stronghold? Is it hidden well enough in the Eye of Terror? Maybe it is. What if time and space distorts and reveals it, though? Do you leave a garrison of your best troops to defend it? Maybe you do, then you take the battlefield without your best warriors. Maybe you return and another warband has still destroyed your base, or occupied it for themselves. So begins a costly war to retake your fortress, or carry on as a fleet-based warband, forever suffering a lack of resources compared to those with fully operational and well-supplied homeworlds. Maybe you go to Sicarus as just one of the Hosts using it as a base. You still share the territory with countless warbands that have an eternity of complications, grudges, oaths, betrayals and future treacheries on their consciences. You're certain half of them even here, in your Legion's deepest claimed territory, are only united by strong leaders that demand they stay united, and enforce it by death. So many warbands seem honestly bound by brotherhood, but look over there - the fleet of the Host of the Shrieking Wound. You know they failed to come to your aid a few centuries ago, and betrayed the Legion at the Battle of Ziar by taking too long to commit to the fight. Maybe they say the same things about you. Tension is always rife, even between blood-bound allies, for glory in the eyes of the Legion's power players, and in the eyes of the Gods.

 

Maybe you stay. Maybe you go. Maybe, maybe, maybe. 

 

That's what it's like to be a Chaos Marine.


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#5171535 we appreciate you mods! * hugs*

Posted by Triszin on 10 October 2018 - 10:47 PM

just wanted to say, thanks!

 

Hope ya get better!


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#5060817 =][= HAPPY BIRTHDAY! =][=

Posted by Kurgan the Lurker on 19 April 2018 - 11:55 PM

Ok so I wasn't able to post earlier as I had planned so here it is short and sweet.

 

 

 

Today the B&C turns 19 years old!!

 

Thanks to you, the Frater, this place has become and continues to be one of the best places to discuss Space Marines and (more recently) 40k.

 

Next year we turn 20....it is gonna be big!

 

 

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#5045620 It's been a long time...

Posted by Captain Semper on 01 April 2018 - 05:54 PM

...but light will come from darkness yet again!

 

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MAY 1ST - AUGUST 1ST

 

YOU MAY FIND SOME HIGHLIGHTS OF THE NEW RULES HERE


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#4214821 ...but blood - blood is forever

Posted by poom on 03 November 2015 - 12:51 PM

So I read how you paint the white for your WE but how do you do the blood and the blue?
 
Curious. I am going to give this a ago.

Sorry for the late answer.. the blue is ultramrines blue, washed with thinned down dark tone and then drybrushed ultramarines blue again. Then I add decals and wash everything with the oilwash.
The blood is Tamya Clear Red with a bit of Chaos Black.

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I finally finished her...

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Lion El'Johnson, sire of the first legion

 

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#5270195 New Abaddon Model Inbound

Posted by Reclusiarch Krieg on 05 March 2019 - 04:53 PM

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#5175079 Sharing some news!

Posted by General Strike on 16 October 2018 - 10:06 PM

So, I'm fairly certain this is the right sub forum for this, but last night my girlfriend and I went to see one of our favorite bands, and I proposed during my favorite song. So, I just wanted to share with my B&C buddies, I'M ENGAGED! 

 

Now, just have to learn how to hide the expenses of my hobby....


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#3458312 Night Lords 15th Company - In Memoriam...Pg.68

Posted by Brother Heinrich on 12 September 2013 - 06:36 AM

 "centurions" (In the Legion's day that was a rank, not a synonym for giant armored toddler)

 

This needs to be on a shirt. Somebody get to work on a badass graphic.

Got you covered brother.

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#5057811 Post your homages

Posted by Rogan on 17 April 2018 - 07:10 AM

Nice idea!
One picture that helped me out of a serious painter's block was actually a non-40k artwork:

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A WIP of the mostly finished miniature:
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And the painted result:

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#5134324 Kill Team Returns! Show me what you got!

Posted by MaxB on 31 July 2018 - 06:31 AM

I've done up a Fallen Kill Team.

 

Seems like the perfect ruleset to field a small band of Fallen - lurking in the shadows sowing disent as they pursue agendas known only to themselves, aided by a band of fanatically disciples converted to their cause.

 

I will be running them as Heretic Astartes, though with a few more marines could also try them as Adeptus Astartes. Need to add a few more models to make up the full roster, but I'm really happy with how they are turning out - mostly in that my initial vision of them has ended up more or less on the models haha.

 

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Max

 


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#4474788 =][= E Tenebrae Lux V =][=

Posted by Captain Semper on 22 August 2016 - 03:54 AM

Section 4 – The banners of excellence
 
The Realm of Chaos is the Primus Inter Pares a third year running! This is a hat trick and a record almost impossible to beat! 
 
So here's the Primus Inter Pares
 
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Furthermore, like last year, the Champions of each faction (i.e. the ones that made the most points) will be awarded the Badge of the Champion:
 
 
Codex:  Halandaar
 
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Blood Angels: evildrcheese
 
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Dark Angels: Tanyr
 
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Space Wolves: dantay_xv
 
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Forces of the Imperium: Passeltov
 
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Realm of Chaos: Chaeron, SlaveToDarkness
 
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Horus Heresy: Demonl
 
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Now moving on to the other badges of excellence:
 
The Badge of the Hero: This goes to all who have successfully completed all of their vows and at least one vow worth the maximum of 3,000pts.
 
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The eligible participants are:
 
Augustus b'Raass
dantay_xv
Demonl
Dreadclaw
evildrcheese
Filkarion
Kraigallach
Kurama
NovemberIX
RikuEru
Sturm Moonwolf
SW1
Tanyr
undeadsoldier
Wolf Lord Kieran
Wolf_Pack
Zujara
 
The Badge of the Martyr is awarded to any participant completing the maximum possible of 15,000 points (5 vows x 3,000pts/vow)
 
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The eligible participants are:
 
Chaeron
 

SlavetoDarkness 
 

 

The Badge of the Artificer: This is one of the most difficult awards as it is purely subjective and ultimately unfair...
 
But here goes:
 
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UltraRich:
 

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Brother Chaplain Kage:
 

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Uprising:
 

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Atia:
 

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Mithilforge:
 

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I would also like make some honorary mentions based on innovative or outright crazy ideas:
 
 

demonl for painting up not one but two Warlord Titans! And he didn’t stop there. He went on to paint a Knight and infantry too.
 

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WarriorFish for his Knight with LED eyes!
 

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Hyperion for putting together the past and the future with his retro Field Police "counts as" the newest kids in the block: the Deathwatch! (and the helmet stripes)
 

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TheOneTrueZon. Look at those dozer blades! (and the tartan lining)

 

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The ETL Collegia Titanicus: This is a new ETL Badge of excellence to reward those committed enough to complete at least one Titan during the ETL. The ETL Collegia Titanicus will be expanded further to award badges depending on the type of Titan each participant completed and will create specific badges for previous years as well... In the mean time, all those who completed a Titan this year but also in the past, feel free to wear it. 
 
If your name is not in the list below/ please send me a link of your ETL post with the completed Titan in it and I will happily add it below. Furthermore, we will try to produce Collegia Titanicus badges corresponding to each specific ETL and with the specific Titan type. Until then please use the badge below.
 
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demonl [HH]
 
You can see the image above in the honorary mentions (running out of images allowed per post) 
 

Ninjaman [HH]
 

undeadsoldier [Chaos]

 

Warsmith Gorrched [Chaos]

 

And if I have missed any, let me know an I'll add it to the list.

 
Section 5 – Captain Semper's closing notes
 
Well, ETL V – The Shadow Guard Edition is over. Half a decade of ETL and it still goes strong! With 470 participants and the most points completed ever, I can say this was arguably the most successful ETL of all. As usually, the conduct of the frater during the event was exemplary and in line with the best traditions of the B&C.
 
Some interesting things happened this year that may need further analysis. First it was the sharp decline in participation levels in the Blood Angels and the IFOR Factions. Or to be more precise the return to their more normal levels after a spike in ETL IV. In the case of IFOR it can be mainly (but not exclusively) explained by the hype created by the Mechanicum Codices last year. Unfortunately this hype did not create a deep routed following within the B&C community, with the natural result of a sharp depression in participation levels. The Blood Angels experienced a huge surge last year for no systemic reason other than the fraters’ enthusiasm and the sense that the BAs should be leading in a painting event such as the ETL. This attitude continued this year resulting in a very impressive performance as analysed in the relevant section above. Be that as it may, the Blood Angels managed to beat the ETL III participation levels and completions so one may argue that ETL IV although not repeatable (or is it?) it certainly transformed the Faction’s ETL profile. IFOR on the other hand, seem to have lost its direction this year, but next year it will be bolstered with the Deathwatch. Maybe it’s time for a single IFOR Strategium? Hmmm…
 
On the other end of the spectrum, this year the Space Wolves (not least because of the new forum’s Champion’s efforts) came together in what was a show of force that ticked all the boxes in SWs ETL characteristics. Slow start – explosive end, large average vow (in fact the largest of ETL) and loads of Heroes to boot. And on top of that their participation rose to an unprecedented 51 – putting them for the first time at par with the BAs, DAs and even the Codex. And the rest, as they say, is history.  
 
Now my beloved DAs…. The valiant efforts of those who completed their vows shined through as a beacon of hope but for a Faction that has become Primus Inter Pares this was a very lukewarm performance. I sure hope that the DAs will get back to full strength again next year and will be challenging the top position again.
 
What I need to think about now is the future of the event.
 
One thing that will definitely go is the Badge of the Artificer. It is a torment for me to sit down and choose among like a thousand outstanding entries, with no set criteria and ultimately with no qualifications. It’s not that I’m a painting guru, nor have I any Golden Demon credentials. Besides the ETL is not about painting excellence, it’s about commitment and motivation. Still there might be a substitute, but it’s early days yetl…
 
Another issue to address is balance. The ETL was never supposed to be this super balanced event to begin with especially as the interest of the frater is not proportionally divided among the ETL Factions. It was supposed to be more like light-hearted fun with a competitive edge. Over the years a number of rules were introduced such as the points’ limit and completion rate adjustment to keep things a bit more balanced without losing sight of the core ideas of the ETL. Still there seem to be further room to improve.
 
HH in particular is extremely popular and it increasingly feels like an entire setting vs. individual 40k Codices rather than the Codex vs. Codex that was the initial inspiration of the event. At the other end of the spectrum, participation levels in the IFOR are materially lower and it comprises many diverse Codices and (perhaps more importantly) Strategiums. There are other things as well, and all will be considered, taking into account not only balance but also the ETL mechanics and practical application... One thing is for sure, ETL VI will see some important differences!
 
Before I close I'd like to thank yet again the Admins (Kurgan and Brother Tyler) for allowing the ETL to run for a fifth year in a row! I would also like to thank the Supreme Grand Master of the Inner Circle The Shadow Guard for giving so much of his time to shape the imagery of the ETL! This fifth ETL is dedicated to him as a token of appreciation and gratitude!
 
I would also like to thank all the Frater and Mods who put an extra effort to create an environment of friendly rivalry - too many to list individually and missing one would be too unfair! These are the frater that rose to the challenge to lead the ETL effort in their respective forums and with wondrous results!
 
Looking ahead, there are the usual events like the Call of Chaos and the Loyalty and Treachery and who knows what else... And of course a refreshed ETL VI will be again with us next May!
 
 
So until next year, farewell!
 
Captain Semper
Member of the Inner Circle
Master of Recruits


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#5222694 Of pale skin and paler souls - Aeternus's Carcharodons

Posted by Aeternus on 24 December 2018 - 11:59 PM

Something stirs in the deeps...

 

After a long break decided to start up my contributions on the BnC again in earnest, and with such comes the first of two project logs. Having picked up a selection of the space marine heroes models with some friends we've all decided to paint them up as a new army kill-team, and, after some consideration (and in no small part due to what I had bitswise) I've decided mine'll be clad in the myriad greys of the Carcharodons, savage warriors roaming the edges of the Imperium.

 

While for the foreseeable future there will only be these five marines, at the end of the squad depending on how I feel about them I might slowly continue to dabble in this worryingly loyalist project :P 

 

For now here's the pics of how the first of the squad is coming along. I'm going to be heavily drawing on Malchy's carcharodons for inspiration, as they are a truly beautiful army, though I'm hoping I'll be able to give my squad their own character. 

 

His legs are finished except for the holster and purity seal. Comments and criticism welcome, the grey has come out darker than probably intended tho still think it works well, though I might try to have lighter plates on some of the next marines in places for a sharky mix of light grey, this grey, black and white. Planning on using red as the company colour, undecided on whether to do the pistol plating in red or black.

 

Shoal-sergeant Manasu of fourth company, third Nomad-predation fleet of the Carcharodons.

 

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Thank you for the interest :) 

 


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#4560492 Only victory is honourable - White scars - Siege of Terra

Posted by One-eye on 12 November 2016 - 06:13 PM

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I've finally finished my Terran - Unification Wars Veteran - White Scars Contemptor.

 

Brother Bunraku - Contemptor Dreadnought of the XXIVth Brotherhood

Put into stasis just after the Vth Legion reunited with its Primarch on Mundus Planus.

Reactivated for the Siege of Terra. Status unknown - Presumed destroyed

 

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The idea was that during the desperate times of the siege of Terra, no forces could be laid back, whatever the beliefs. Only victory is honourable for White Scars !

I deliberately let him quite plain and different from my other WS. I avoided red markings, except some simple red stripes. The idea was to keep the WS colour scheme, without all tribal markings or anything referring to Chogorian culture. Some Japanese reference, to keep him tied to my WS without being Mongol strictly speaking. And of course badges of victories from the Unification Wars.

 

 

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You can expect more gold in the upcoming reinforcements ! And maybe some speed too, if I keep the rhythm.


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#5332899 40k Noodles

Posted by Kierdale on 17 June 2019 - 12:42 PM

When I first saw this image of a space marine apothecary in Mk.6 armour decades ago I it always looked a bit like he was about to eat that geneseed he’s just recovered.
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So when I and my family visited the Cup Noodle Museum in Yokohama yesterday and we went to the bit where you can personalise your own container and choose the contents, I knew what I had to do...
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#4087783 ++ Turpe Et Dicere ++

Posted by Hyaenidae on 15 June 2015 - 07:35 AM

++ Truth and Justice ++

-A History of the Unification Wars- 

 

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-- Chapter 1: Introductions --

 

 

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The decision was made.
 
Delah Shawae, Daughter of Gaia, knew peace with this decision, the calm echoes of her faith soothing her anxieties. Here, in the Living Temple of the Blessed Mother, surrounded by the near-extinct splendor of Terra's long dead bounty, she was unassailable. Untouchable. A small smile turned the corner of her lip, this small moment of serenity easing her heart. With her decision made, her next course of action was simple; thanking Gaia or the life that was breathed into her.
 
After all, her ashes would return to the Goddess's embrace soon.
 
Stepping towards the altar, her bare feet softly padding through the blessed and rare green grass planted into the aisle, Delah knelt before a living sculpture of Gaia, twisting cedar and willow branches shaping her gentle facial features, leaves and vines weaving back into flowing hair laced with nearly extinct flowers, adding a soft scent in the air that calmed the heart like no other. Small, genetically-crafted incandescent insects lit the room warmly, while they fluttered gently through a light breeze that cut through the temple, rustling leaves in a symphony sung since Gaia's awakening, a plainsong made by nature itself. Touching the small reflection pool at the feet of the Goddess with a petite henna-tattooed hand, Delah began singing lightly with the wind, a harmonic nonsense of a song that created it's own flow and rhythm, filling the room with the sound of simple joy. Oh, how Man had failed their Mother, how they had ruined her, stole the air from her lungs and the light from her eyes. When the Second Awakening came, though, the Mother would reclaim her children, strike down the vileness of war and technology, and the Earth would flourish once more. Delah sighed softly as she daydreamed of running through a real, living, field of flowers under a brilliant sky of the purest blues and whites, pinned with golden sunlight.
 
The moment of serenity died with the sound of the chapel door opening wide. Distantly, much screaming could suddenly be heard without the door buffering the sound, the crash of stone and the crackling of Hell unleashed. Slowly, the door closed, an action meant to show respect, only allowing the horror raging outside the temple to pour in for longer, the sound finally dying to the shaking gasp of a hive-city in it's death throes as the oaken door finally shut.
 
Cinder and smoke blocked the scent of flowers. The electric humming of fully active warplate filled the air with the sound of technology crafted for death. The sound drove the insects away, darkening the room to match the sudden change in mood.
 
Delah's joy died.
 
The quiet steps of armoured boots on the creaking wood floor grew louder as he approached, finally kneeling beside her, with grinds and squeals of metal shifting. The giant's breathing was a small, bass note in the background, as he patiently waited for Delah to finish her prayer. Slowly, she pulled her fingertips from the water, watching the ripples reflect from the pool walls, gathering her thoughts as she prepared herself.
 
“I've made my decision.” Delah's voice was quiet, reserved. She lifted her eyes, and looked upon her visitor.
 
He was gigantic, his layered warplate giving him even greater size and girth. There was an echo of the Old Night to his wargear, a distant vision of monsters like the Ursh, like the Oxitanians, the Xeric tribes, the Legiones Tontrua. Burning books and lightning bolts were enshrined in silver, gold and black marble, framing flowing inscriptions carved into storm-cloud gray plate scarred with alchemical scoring. The reek of annihilation followed his wake, his armour rich with the scent of hot ash, promethium, and shattered marble. Long strips of vellum hung from a pair of Solar devices hung upon his chest, writings of rationality and Godlessness, with further scrolls hung from his back like a cloak, words ancient and difficult to understand detailing the glory of a secular Humanity. His face, though, was youthful, boyish even. Sandy, unruly brown hair topped curious hazel eyes, freckles dotting his nose and high cheekbones, between the ragged ridges of scars faded and fresh. Those forest green eyes, lined with black circles, so deep in sorrow, so rich in emotion. Any rumour that Delah had heard of the Tyrant of the Himilazia's creating his warriors without souls died when she saw into them.
 
There was a soul in there. One that was trapped, forced down, and enslaved, Delah realized with a start. She suddenly felt pity for this creature, so broken and confused.
 
The young titan smiled knowingly, a trace of tiredness in his voice. “I know what you're going to say. Please, rethink your decision, mamzel. It doesn't have to end this way.” Carbon-blackened fingertips lightly touched the tops of her hands, rough with their cast-iron texture. “It is rare when we give time to reflect. Often, such time has passed when my kind arrive. The people of this entire Hab-Sector spoke on your behalf, told us of your missions of mercy and kindness, of your selflessness. This was all that stayed Master Lucan's hand; your reputation. My brothers and I may have a terrible duty, but we are not wanton in our destruction. We save what we can, who we can, to improve all of Mankind. You deserve life, Daughter Delah. You deserve to spread your kindness for the rest of your days. We need people like you in this world, especially as it heals, and I would do much to ensure you could carry on with your acts of mercy and love.”
 
He took her hands in both of his now, engulfing her tiny fingers with his massive gauntlets. He looked intensely at her, his eyes almost begging. “All you must do is recant. Accept the Truth. Turn away from ignorance, and welcome reason. Deny the lie your faith is, and you can spread life. Please, mamzel. Don't do this.”
 
She finally returned his sad smile, with one of her own. Tears blurred her vision of this kindly murderer, desecrating her home with his supposed kindness. “I cannot. The Goddess has given me everything, and if only you believe, you could receive her bounty for eternity.”
 
He shook his head slightly. “Only science and genetics can save the earth and it's people, Daughter. Already, He has begun repairing the human genome, healing thousands of years of nuclear scarring. He is refilling the oceans, and has plans to rebirth much of the lost fauna and flora of ancient times. Given time, after Unification, Terra will live again as it once did, and you could be a part of that. Many of your order already have, and are now aiding geneticists with their work. Not whispers to nothingness, begging for change from a non-existent entity; real action, with real results. You must see the truth of this. You must wake up.”
 
She turned away, remembering her vision of the field of flowers, of actually seeing her vision alive. The moment of hesitation faded instantly. “No,” she said with a strength returned. Her chosen path was final. Nothing else needed to be said.
 
The giant gently released her hands with a morose sigh, looking downward to the floor. “Then it's time, Mamzel Delah.” Slowly, the giant stood, towering over her meek frame, clad in it's pain white shift. He offered his hand, which she took with a welcome nod. He didn't let it go as they began walking slowly towards the door, and she was strangely grateful again. She was shaking with fear, and keeping her feet had suddenly become as difficult as taking a calm breath. She glanced at him again, seeing the sorrow writ on his face.
 
“What is your name?”
 
He seemed taken aback by that. Delah assumed most people were too busy screaming to ask.
 
“My name is Noam Mahntag, mamzel.”
 
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, to halt the sick feeling in her gut. Trying, and failing again. Only the core of her everlasting love for Gaia kept her from losing consciousness.
 
“Will it hurt, Noam?” Her voice broke.
 
He said nothing for the next few steps, finally speaking as he touched the handle of the door.
 
“Yes.” He finally said, almost....ashamed.
 
The door opened, and the peace of the temple was lost forever.
 
The entire skyline of Urusalim Hive was aflame. The Holy City, the spiritual home of so many of mankind's religions, was dying horribly. Minarets and temples, towers and idols, churches and fanes, all fell to ruin under the masterful destruction wrought by the Imperial Heralds, and were put to the fire. Other giants strode through the ancient plaza, dragging tomes and priests alike to a massive inferno at its center, condemning that which was contaminated by the ignorance of faith to the light of pure fire. The scream of chainaxes barely overrode the scream of an entire society dying in terrible pain. The crash of falling statues and towers shook the ground, the thrashing of a victim near death, undercut by bass tones of further shaped charges bringing down more. Slowly, the plaza fell silent, as Daughter Delah of the Temple of the Blessed Mother strode down the steps to the plaza, to the towering flames of humanity's sins being washed away in the purity of the inferno. All knew of her, all had felt the touch of her kind heart. She had crossed violent religious divides in the entire hab-sector, and had been a champion of the destitute and weak, no matter their creed or faith. Even the gray-clad warriors stood idle suddenly, understanding the gravity of this moment, pausing in their whirlwind of destruction.
 
They were before the fire now. This close, it reddened her skin, drew sweat from her brow. Her mouth was dry, her eyes wet. Noam's voice was the only thing she could hear, over the sound of the crackling fires and her heart pounding painfully in her chest.
 
“I beg you, one last time, mamzel. If not for yourself, then think of how many lives you could save by leading from example. These people adore you, and if you could see the wisdom of the Imperial Truth, then they would follow.” Noam's was steady, composed, resolved. The face of a devout child given a terrible burden.
 
Delah could barely raise her voice to a whisper. “No. I follow the Goddess's light, and I will not turn away.” Noam shut his eyes slowly, and turned his face to the flames. He began lifting her by the back of her neck.
 
“Noam?” Her voice was wavering, her fear barely held in check. Tears poured down her face. “I don't want to die in pain. Please.”
 
Noam opened his eyes again. He nodded his understanding sadly, and she smiled weakly.
 
“Thank you.” She breathed. She closed her eyes, and imagined the flowers.
 
Noam snapped the priestess's spine, and cast her corpse to the fire.
 
The entire Hab-Block exploded with the pitiful howls of the broken-hearted, as Noam's brethren began taking the city apart again.
 
Noam Mahntag, Champion of Heavenfall, Iconoclast, wept as he watched Delah's body blacken.
 
He wasn't sure why.
 
 


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#4559409 ++IV Legion: A Grimdark Horror++

Posted by Candleshoes on 11 November 2016 - 08:38 AM


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+XLIII - IV+


'Are you an angel?' The child asked, her voice no higher than a whisper.


'Once... perhaps.'


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#4321454 ++ Turpe Et Dicere ++

Posted by Hyaenidae on 28 February 2016 - 08:41 PM

 

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"Do not pass by my epitaph, traveler.

 

But having stopped, listen and learn, then go your way.
There is no boat in Hades, no ferryman Charon,
No caretaker Aiakos, no dog Cerberus.
All we who are dead below
Have become bones and ashes, but nothing else.
I have spoken to you honestly, go on, traveler,
Lest even while dead I seem talkative to you."
 
-Ancient Romanii Tomb, Anon.

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A Pictographic History of the Heavenfall Chapter, Iconoclasts, XVII Legion; First Series, Second Iteration

 

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++++ Centurion Noam Mahntag, Chapter Champion, 7th (Heavenfall) Chapter, 2nd Battalion ++++

 


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#4945167 Post Your Primaris Marines

Posted by Anamnesis on 29 November 2017 - 07:15 AM

Some stellar work in this thread, there seem to be quite a interested in alpha legionnaire ^-^

 

So bit late to the party but better late than never :P

 

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That was also my pledge for the painting challenge on the blood angels subforum :)

 

For sanguinius

Anamnesis


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