@ PBB: My point, exactly!
So with a true scale Astartes project now finished, I thought this might be a good time to share another Astartes-based INQ28 project, albeit one that was already completed earlier.
Some of you will already remember this guy from earlier in this thread: Meet Praetor Janus Auriga, my first proper attempt at true scale, with his "mini-warband", so to speak:
Praetor Janus Auriga
of the Golden Legion
Praetor Janus Auriga is a Space Marine of the Golden Legion Chapter. He currently serves as representative of the Golden Legion’s Lord Commander on the Saint's Council, the body advising the Sector Governor, Lord Vlachen.
The idea behind Auriga, in addition to wanting to build and paint a true scale Marine, was to show an Astartes as a fish out of water: Forced into a more political role, Auriga is ill at ease with the function being forced on him, yet his completely different approach and transhuman nature make him a rather ...entertaining addition to the political landscape of Bastold, cardinal world of the Velsen sector.
His two retainers were a later addition: The cherub and chapter-serf carrying his equipment are intended both as a shout out to the 40k lore's more gothic elements, and also make Auriga himself look even more massive and monstrous. In fact, seeing how this was my first proper true scale Marine and I was still experimenting with the right formula at the time (and had no Primaris Marines to fall back on, since they didn't exist at that point), Auriga is quite a bit more imposing than the members of Kill Team Ulrach:
Back when I built and painted the model, I also came up with a short background vignette that should serve to illustrate what I said above about Praetor Auriga shaking up the political landscape a bit:
Seneschal Secundus Goswinus Baehrn stood at the edge of the landing platform, his robes flapping about him in the icy breeze. Baehrn prided himself on being a thoroughly unemotional person, but even so, he had been extremely nervous, ever since the news had reached him half an hour earlier: The Astartes gunship “Falco Aureus” had made planetfall and was approaching the Hive Primus with an urgent dispatch for the Lord Governor himself.
Direct dealings with the Chapter were few and far between these days, and mostly limited to the most prestigious social functions, which was why Goswinus Baehrn had never actually laid eyes on a member of the Adeptus Astartes up close during his fifteen years in his fairly prestigious position. Under normal circumstances, the task of welcoming a representative of the Legion on Bastold would have fallen under the purview of Senschal Primus Mathewelin, but the old man had retired to his chambers the prior night, with a generous supply of amasec and Obscura and, it was whispered, in the company of several women of questionable renown. In any case, Baehrn had been unable to rouse his superior, which now left him the highest-ranking official to deal with this unforeseen event — He could only suspect that the Seneschal Primus would have to say something about this breach of etiquette at some point in the near future. In fact, there would almost certainly be hell to pay later in the day, not a doubt about it, yet even this prospect was nothing against the mounting sense of dread filling Baehrn as he saw the Astartes vessel approaching: The gunship came in low against the rising sun, as if for a covert attack run. It was a blunt, brutal shape, not unlike a fist, the roar of its engines growing from clearly audible to almost unbearable, as it drew close to the landing platform.
The gunship touched down at the very centre of the platform. Baehrn could see its golden bulk, the exquisite scrollwork and lettering in High Gothic proclaiming its many glorious years of service, yet also the scars and welts that spoke of a life of constant battles. The Seneschal Secundus drew himself up to his full height as the front ramp opened with a hiss, taking a deep breath and sending a silent prayer to the God-Emperor to grant him composure.
“They have sent us a statue!” That was his first thought as he saw the massive golden figure standing at the top of the ramp: A perfect rendition of an Astartes in gold, its armour beautifully detailed, its arms clutching a boltgun across the chest in the most iconic pose imaginable. Baehrn almost laughed out loud as relief flooded through him — the Golden Legion merely wanted to provide an overwrought – and fairly narcissistic – gift to the rulers of Velsen, doubtlessly to be unveiled during a suitably extensive and garish ceremony.
This feeling was short lived, however, and quickly replaced by utter dread as the golden figure started marching down the landing ramp in precise, measured steps.
It was all Goswinus Baehrn could do not to cringe in fear at the approaching giant, and he bowed his head in supplication instead, making the sign of the aquila. When the low purr of active power armour finally emanated from directly in front of him, setting his teeth on edge, there was only a very slight quaver in his voice as he intoned the formal greeting in High Gothic:
“We welcome thee, protector of Velsen, in this hallowed fulcrum of our realm. It is our honour to lay eyes upon thee, and thine every wish shalt be our command, honoured battle brother of the Legio Aurea. The Emperor Protects.”
“Who are you?” The armour’s speaker systems lent the voice a slightly metallic quality, but it was powerful and deep underneath. A voice that demanded instant obeissance.
“Seneschal Secundus Goswinus Baehrn, my lord, member of the household of House Vlachen and most obedient servant of the Lord High-Protector, the Emperor bless his name.”
The giant in golden armour kept staring at Baehrn through glowing blue eye lenses for what seemed like an eternity, but could only have been a few heartbeats, then he lowered the massive bolter, securing it to his thigh with a soft metallic clank. He reached up towards his laurel crested helmet, disengaging the seals with a hiss. When he lifted the helmet free of his head, Baehrn could see a grizzled face, stern and lined, yet with broad features that instantly marked its owner as something more than human, and crowned by a crest of hair so bright that it appeared white. The Astartes’ eyes were of a piercing blue, and as Baehrn did his best to hold their gaze, he felt as though he were being evaluated, no, …targeted. Then the giant spoke:
“I am Praetor Janus Auriga of the Golden Legion, envoy to Lord Commander Prabian. I am here on the Lord Commander’s orders, to speak with Lord Governor Vlachen, that I might advise him in the the governing of Velsen.”
“Advise…the Lord Governor?” Baehrn almost spluttered: “My lord, that…”
Auriga interrupted him briskly: “The Lord Commander feels that, in the light of current events, the Chapter should take a more active role in guiding the sector. I have therefore been commanded to take the legion’s customary seat on the council.”
Baehrn could barely keep his emotions in check, reeling as he was from the implications of the Praetor’s words: The Golden Legion’s seat on the council had been vacant for a very long time – so long as to make the office seem more than a symbolic gesture than anything – and he doubted even the older members of the noble houses could remember when a member of the Chapter had actually traveled to Bastold to speak on behalf of his Lord Commander on the council. The mere revelation of this latest development would throw the council in an uproar. All of this went through Baehrn’s head, as his mind raced to find an appropriate reply.
A non-committal “…my lord” was all he could safely come up with.
“I will need accommodations for myself and my retainers.” The Praetor indicated a small group of robed figures exiting the gunship.
“It will be done, my lord!” Baehrn was glad the conversation seemed to be on terra firma. “It shall be attended to at once. And I will send notice to your quarters, once the council is back in session, so that you may speak to the representatives…”
“Negative!”, Auriga interrupted: “I will address the council now!”
Baehrn almost reeled back, as the terror came flooding back in full force. “NOW? But, my lord,…the council is in recess right now. The council members will…”
“Are the council chambers still located in sector C-34 of the central spire?”
“Y…yes, my lord.”
“Good. Then I will meet the council members there.”
With these words, the giant in golden armour started to march towards the Hive’s interior, with a very agitated Senschal Secundus doing his best to keep up.
Things on Bastold were about to change.
And here, in closing, is a picture of Auriga and his retainers together with some other servants of the Emperor: A wonderful converted Astropath gifted to me by Ron Saikowski, a Imperial Arch-Deaconne sculpted by Drone 21c (both of these were inspired by actual pieces of John Blanche's art) and a kitbashed Sister of Battle created by yours truly ;)
As always, let me know what you think! :)
Edited by KrautScientist, 03 December 2018 - 05:52 PM.