+WARNING: If you normally follow the 'Tale of 17 Gamers' thread, this is my same stuff. I just wanted to get some more constructive critisism on them, since pics get drowned out quickly on that thread+
Just wanted a place to put my finished Astral Claws, and their fluff, for some constructive C&C... let me know what you think, ladies and gents, and please be honest. I'm really trying to get better at painting and modelling, and your input would aid me greatly. Thanks!
Retaliator Squad Lorek
And close-ups + fluff:
A monster amongst men, Brother Auric is young, and has known only the Tyrant's leadership ethic within the Astral Claws. He views the people of the Imperium as beholden to the Astral Claws and their fellow Maelstrom Warders for having the courage to stand against the tide of filth before them; the fools that refuse to allow their reorganization, and in effect the purging of the Maelstrom, behind them. As such, as the Badab War has ground on, he has become more and more disillusioned and disgusted with the Imperium as a whole, incapable of understanding the sins his Chapter is guilty of. In response, Auric began venting his uncontrolled fury upon Loyalist Astartes, literally tearing his former brothers limb from limb and desecrating each foe's chapter heraldry. Auric was last seen on Badab itself during The Fall, alone, diving into the sewer tunnels to engage Carcharadons pouring into the Hive, howling his fury at his homeworld's desecration. His brother's heard him fall over the vox, his meat-choked chainaxe finally going silent following the stattaco burst of a storm bolter on full auto.
Retributor Alois had always been known as a humble and quiet Astartes within the Astral Claws, an unusual trait considering the nature of the Chapter before it's fall. Nonetheless, Alois was always a welcome addition to any squad, and was counted as a dependable and stalwart warrior by his senior leadership and peers. Whenever a pinpoint assault had to be made, or a breach had to be held, Alois would be called upon. As such, it was a suprise to the LXII Auxillia Command when, at the height of the sacking of Hive Dominar, Alois abandoned his position and his brothers. Upon the mortal wounding of Lord Huron, a broadband message was sent to every Tyrant Legion Auxillia of his fate, and activating 'conditio loquitur', a demand that every member of the Auxillia fight to the death, and that the chain of command was suspended, so as to buy the Astral Claws command time to escape. Holding a precarious position as it was, Alois doomed his squadmates as he suddenly broke formation alongside 2nd Squads' sergeant, both running into the burning hab-districts, and leaving their brothers to a bloody fate.
Inquisitorial Reports describe a warrior closely matching Alois's description loyally serving alongside the Sergeant he betrayed his brothers with, the Sergeant himself now well-known to the Imperium as a savage reaver with plans of his own....
Retaliators Desba and Cheveyo were inseperatable since induction into the Astral Claws, though their personalities and tactical prefrences seemed totally at odds. Where one of them would fall short, the other would be strong, and the two of them worked as such in perfect harmony throughout induction. Their trainers and command saw this, and felt it wise to continue this trend after their black carapaces were implanted. Through their days in the 4th company waging war against the pirates of the Maelstrom, to their eventual reassignment to the LXII Auxilia, Desba and Cheveyo stood side by side through the worst of conflicts, and the greatest of achievements. It came as no suprise that the two bond-brothers died back to back as well, as hell came home to Badab Primaris. With one of their squad brothers having gone to seek death below Badab, and two others, including their Sergeant, having abandoned them to fate, Desba and Cheveyo stood alone against a tide of bloodthirsty grey. The last time they were seen alive, Desba could be seen through the flames and smoke of the burning hive-city, on his knees cradling the ruined body of his closest friend, hammering bolt pistol rounds into the encroaching tide of Carcharodons, tears mingling with the blood pouring from his scalp.
Veteran Retaliator Gabriel Lorek, former Tribe-Champion of the Tiger Claws 3rd Company:
Once a Company Champion of the Tiger Claws, Gabriel Lorek was one of the few individuals who actively fought against the assimilation of the Tiger Claws into their 'parent' Chapter. He refused to believe Huron's vow to rebuild the Tiger Claws, and did not trust his word to return their independence. Like the animal his 'true' Chapter was named after, Lorek felt caged, his troubled mind pacing, constantly on edge. The blood of Krohda, not Badab, pumped through his veins, and only grudgingly did he finally accept a position within the LXII Legion Auxillia commanding a Retaliator squad. Even there, at the edge of the Maelstrom, far away from the bastard king of Badab and neck-deep in pirate scum to slay, Lorek was consistantly aggresive and disrespectful to his fellow cousins, only held in check by Centurion Alaxindr, who was also a Tiger Claw and a man who he respected greatly. As the Badab War began, and dragged on through the years, Lorek's attitude worsened as he saw any chance for his beloved Chapter's rebirth slip through his fingers. By the time the LXII fought it's last battle on Badab Primaris, Lorek was no longer a leader of men, no longer gave orders, and cared not if his men followed him into hell. He wasn't even sure what he wanted any longer. All he knew was that his Chapter had been betrayed twice, first by the High Lords of Terra, then by Lugft Huron, and these poisonous thoughts consumed him entirely.
When the vox waves were drowned with Huron's demise, Lorek suddenly realized he was free. The man his Chapter had sworn their existence to was dead, and with his death, Lorek no longer needed to continue down this path, didn't need to die. He could be free, could ensure that the Tiger Claws would never be forgotten, and have his revenge against the hated Imperium again and again. Without a word, he turned away from his despised cousins, and ran into the burning ruins of the Palace of Thorns, looking for a way to escape a fate he felt was never meant for him. Brother Alois, secretly as bitter as Lorek for being placed with the LXII who were a pack of misfits and outcasts in his opinion, was right behind him, poisoned by Lorek's brutal charisma. The legend that Lorek would create in the years to come, with his reborn and reimagined Claws, would prove a bane of the Northern Fringes of the Maelstrom...but that's another story...