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Screams of Despair Night Lords WIP -Midnight Clad WE PG 8-


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since my arm is slowly but surely going better there might be some actual modelling in the near future, but in the meantime: MOAR FLUFF!!!biggrin.png

as usual i hope you guys like and and i'm thankful for any c&c

It was another day like every day since he had begun to work in the manufactorum in his youth. He got up, ate a bland ration for breakfast and was on the way from his hab block to his shift in the metal processing quarter of the manufactorum. He toiled for seemingly endless hours. Before the horn that signaled the end of the shift blew and he could finally go to drink in one of the shady taverns that sold cheap synthetic alcohol, before returning home for some sleep before his next shift.

Night had fallen, although it was never very bright during the day either, due to the smog from the countless industrial facilities in the hive. He was halfway to the nearest tavern, when he heard a sound like a screaming engine, almost like one of the cargo haulers, but higher in pitch and somehow aggressive in nature from above. He looked up but could see nothing against the smog clouded night sky. Dismissing the fading sound and continuing on his way, he was startled by something heavy hitting a metal awning above him with a wet slap. He looked up and heard more impacts in the vicinity, as something dripped on his face from above. He stepped back and whiped his cheek with his hand. It was hard to tell by the little light, but it looked like blood. He turned as another wet impact sounded from behind.

Something lay there in the street and he carefully walked closer, while making sure to stay under the awnings and out of the open.

The object had landed in a spot of light originating from one of the few dim streetlights and a large pool of red had formed around it.

He stared at it for some time, not understanding what he saw. It looked like the remains of a human body with no skin, badly mangled by the fall, but why would skinless people fall from the sky?

It felt like a dream, because of it's absurdity, but then the engine sound came again.

A little farther away this time and a now he could also hear screaming.

He caught a glimpse of a midnight colored blocky craft that reminded him of a bird of prey made out of metal. It was flying mere meters above the roofs and screaming skinned people were falling from it. He started to run, not knowing where he was going, driven by a primal instinct to flee. He didn't know where he went and couldn't care less, as long as he got away from the screams.

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He didn't know how long he had run, but his legs where burning with exhaustion and his breath came in short heaves. He kept away from the panicked crowds of fellow workers to avoid getting trampled, after his brain had caught up to his instinct driven body.

He rounded a corner leading into a small dark alley and suddenly slammed into what felt like a wall made out of adamantine darkness.

Two red glowing orbs looked down at him and a snarling voice interlaced with static growled, 'You're fast for such a little man, but don't worry, you don't have to run anymore, you'll be reborn as a blood condor.'

The speaker stepped closer with a mechanical buzzing sound that made his gums ache and he could see a giant in midnight armor and a skull visage with glowing red eyes.

The monstrous figure held a long thin knife that seemed to belong in a meat factory and he passed out for the first time as it reached for him with a huge red gauntlet. He dearly wished the first had also been the last time he passed out, before he was finally allowed to die.

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Pythas looked at Cyrax, as they stood on a roof and watched the city burn around them and listened to the screaming of it's dying populace.

'That was a nice touch with the rain of flayed mortals. Granted it wouldn't have worked without disabling the air defence grid beforehand, but it softened up the defenders pretty damn good.'

Pythas said, acknowledging Cyrax choice of terror tactic and reminding himself why the Headsman was so useful to him.

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as hinted, there has been some conversion work.

i started on my Stormwolf kit and found a way to cover the not night-lordish wolf head symbols on the side fuselage.

quick mock up of what it'll look like

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c&c is very welcome, lemme know what you think!

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small update with a WIP pic and some fluff:

meet Khargax, former World Eater turned Night Lord:

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Khargax of Fifth Claw watched his Night Raptor brothers skinning the last Planetary Defense Force survivors of their assault. He looked down at his midnight colored gauntlet holding his chainaxe and tried to stop his hand from shaking.

It was always the same after a battle, when the last reminder of his former legion clawed into his brain, because he was not fighting.

He had been with the Screams of Despair since the retreat from Terra and reluctantly admitted that he had adopted more than a few of their traits in the years since. The Nails would always remind him of his different heritage though.

The warband operated an active duelling pit on the ship and that helped to relieve the Nails' hardest bite during the times without battle.

He knew that they called him 'The Unhinged' behind his back, but it only made him smile. Compared to most of his World Eater brothers he would be considered calm. In combat he was a howling bloodthirsty berserker like any other son of Angron, but he had mostly managed to stay in control when not in battle. He often wondered if his time with the Night Lords had changed him and maybe prevented him from becoming a mindless raging monster like many of his former legion.

One thing was for sure though, he had adopted his claw brothers' craving to soar through the air and swoop down on their frightened enemies.

Turning his bare head to the side, where bolter fire and explosions could be heard in the distance, a grin cracked his heavily scarred face and he started running and fired his jump pack to propel him towards the next battle.

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