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The Renegade Fleet: A Furnace seal'd


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Cruelty has a Human Heart 
And Jealousy a Human Face 
Terror the Human Form Divine 
And Secrecy, the Human Dress 
 
The Human Dress, is forged Iron 
The Human Form, a fiery Forge. 
The Human Face, a Furnace seal'd 
The Human Heart, its hungry Gorge.
[Pre-Imperium Fragment, W. Blake]
 
 
"When we woke, it was to the chill of the void. The deck we stood upon was slick with ice, the walls coated with frost. Lights flickered and sparked, as power bled out of the ship like blood out of a body. Over the vox, my brothers began to call out, groans of pain mingling with calls for assistance. In the semi-darkness, we gathered, first one or two, then more. We didn't return to recognized squads, but rather gathered in groups, familiarity and contempt dividing us. We explored as best we could; the ship was dead, or as close to. Great gouges along its flanks saw entire deck sections cut off. Of the human crew, we found some, scattered here and there in sealed chambers. Our armour had saved us from the worst of the decompression, and now flickering emergency shields and immovable bulkheads sealed us away. We had suffered losses. We scavenged what we could; first, we took from the dead to repair and replace armour and weapons, but when that no longer became viable, we tore the ship apart before we fell upon each other, ripping armour off cooling corpses in our desperation to survive. As time passed, we culled the weak and welcomed the strong, till at last only we remained; the cult of the furnace seal'd. Our armour still the green of our former chapter, but its badge replaced with that of a leering skull. We repainted the right arm of our armour to be white, to represent our remaking amongst the ice and frost of a ship open to the void. But while we were the strongest, we were still trapped upon a dying ship. And just as we were prepared to turn on each other, to rip once more from our brothers what we needed to survive, then we felt the ship shake as something latched on. A ship, ancient and hungry, sought to plunder the corpse of our vessel for the same reason we fell upon each other; to survive. And we, in turn, fought to survive. We took their ship. 
 
This is the way of the things within the eye."
 
Welcome to a new painting blog.
 
I've always been fascinated with the idea of a renegade warband of Space Marines; not one of the fallen legions, or those more recent chapters who throw themselves into the game of the gods without a moments thought, but a small warband of former loyalists who, for reasons of their own, have fallen away from the imperium, and within the Great Eye seek simply to survive. As such, I've begun work of the Cult of the Furnace Seal'd:
 

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This will be a slow grow project - I have a 2 year old daughter, and finding time to paint isn't always the easiest - but I'm going to try to get at least one model done a week. 

 

 

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Your renegades are looking great, also maybe once your daughter is older she can help with sanding and cleaning, maybe priming......and it begins. You can end up retiring early and living off the sales from her Golden Demon winning entries.

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