In October, I decided to get back into 40k, after being gone since early 4th edition in my late teenage years. I dug out what was left of my old collection, stripped the paint off most of it, and have been repainting and expanding it. This will be my hobby log. First up, I'm going to post a bunch of the stuff I've done so far. Going forward, I plan like to start posting projects and games as they happen.
I used to be a member of B&C waaaay back when, but I don't even know what my screen name was back then. If any of you remember "The Death of Brother Naeron", howdy!
Most of the surviving remnants of the Fourth Crusade. One of the longest-running crusades in the Chapter, its service record traces continuously back nearly to the Heresy itself, with battle honors beyond number. In 999.M41, while they fought on the Chaos-infested planet of Griven, the Cicatrix Maledictum erupted and crippled the battle barge Terrible Swift Sword, stranding these Templars in
my parents' attic hostile territory for over a hundred years. With their distress calls finally answered, they are eager to once again take the fight to the enemies of Man.
As though guided by a malign intelligence, the same tendril of Warp lightning which destroyed the Terrible Swift Sword's plasma reactors also arced through its apothecarium. Deprived of gene-seed stores and the equipment with which to implant them, the Fourth Crusade's neophytes were left stunted, trapped indefinitely halfway between human and Astartes. With more battle experience than some chapters' veterans, these Neophytes have more than earned their initiation, but it remains to be seen whether the apothecaries can continue the implantation process after it was halted for over a century.
On Griven, the Vindicator tank Dorn's Hammer was mothballed after mere months due to shortages of ammunition and fuel. Its machine spirit seems eager to make up for lost time, blasting traitors to ruin with even greater fury than before.
As the flagship lost atmosphere, most of the Crusade's ancients were tragically lost to the void, and Chaplain Reimund was mortally wounded. He could spare no time to be dead while the Crusade sorely needed his spiritual guidance, so when the few remaining Thunderhawks salvaged an empty dreadnought chassis, he once again took up the crozius and his sacred duty.