++ Nomadic Visions: A Collection of Projects ++

[Monstra Sumus]

This thread is a collection of ideas and works that run outside my two main projects. Anything relating to the Marines Malevolent or the Alternate Heresy Ultramarines will be found in other threads available for viewing through my signature. Thank you!

+ It is the thirty third millennium and there is only war +

+ Enter the Sons of the Dark +

The simulated candle light flickered as an artificial gust of wind flowed through the strategium from a concealed air duct above the wide circular portal. The blast iris spiraled back into its frame revealing a hulking hooded figure swathed in a coarse black robe. The giant strode towards the center of the vaulted chamber, shadows filling the arched ceiling like a fog, tiny red lenses and cameras flickered in that dark as they tracked the newcomer. Concealed heavy caliber bolt cannons swiveled on consecrated mounts, twin beams of red light stabbed down to dance across the broad shoulders of the cloaked individual.

A grotesque cherub fluttered down from the darkness and landed upon the shoulder of a second giant; this one clad in heavy war plate, the color of which defied the eye. The tiny servitor turned its death mask towards the newcomer, it's porcelain skin riddled with infected tissues and wires. The rictus grin that formed its mouth was forced open with a speaker grill, two diamond lenses formed the eyes. It cocked its head to one side and scratched absently at its flabby gut. The newcomer regarded this homunculus with glossy black eyes, a reflective obsidian gaze that had no focal point to return.

The figure stopped before the second hulking form and waited, watching in silence as his superior studied the holographic presentation arrayed before him upon a massive strat-altar. The robed Astartes studied the monstrous mace that lay discarded on one corner of the table, the green light display flickering in and out, distorted by the obstacle. The weapon was roughly the size of a mortal man, it's head a quartet of curved chain blades designed for rending through heavy armor and ship bulkheads.

The armored one sighed heavily and straightened to his full height from a stooped position over the table. The war plate hissed and whirred as the power plant drove the huge pistons into position, the dim light in the chamber dazzled across the armor plates; a cosmic bloom of green, blue, and violet sheen. The Chaplain towered above the hooded brother and gazed down at him with the same obsidian eyes. The skull stamped breathing apparatus covering his face jettisoned a stream of atmosphere and a dangerously soft voice whispered from within.

"Morhalt...the omens have clearly led us to this point. I have ruminated long on whether we pursue a righteous path...I have not been led astray. We are justified in what we are to do. The Kraken lodge was right to vote our course."

The hooded Morhalt remained silent. His hands were clasped before him, clutching a string of gothic prayer runes, a carved wooden sea monster capped the religious object. He would not speak unless he needed to, he found it difficult with his new implants. He had not adjusted well to them.

"We have been hailed twenty six times since translating in system from both the planet and the Astartes blockading it, who are moving to intercept. I have declined every such message until now. Morhalt, please have the helm spool Gamma Fourty-Four Protocol and loop for seventy two hours on all open channels we detect. Drown them."

The Astartes bowed his head in supplication and turned on his heel to exit the chamber. The iris spiraled open again, the echo of metal rubbing on itself released a soft shriek through the strategium.

"Oh, Morhalt, one more thing. When you are on the bridge, have Sarabi prime launchers two through twelve. Major yield atomics. She may exercise engagement rights at her discretion."

Morhalt's cracked and blackened lips peeled back in a cruel smile to reveal adamantium dentures, stained with blood and nested within swollen gums. His hoarse voice boomed down the open corridor before him.

"By the will of the Son Returning."

He could feel his superior turn to face him behind his back. A seconds pause before the Chaplains voice rang out.

"Indeed. By His Will."

The iris clenched shut and The Star Wardens went to war. Erisor Rohaan placed his hands back upon the holo-altar, his ceramite clad fingers tapping against the reinforced glass. He released a second heavy sigh which caused the cherub to take flight on moulding wings, several bleached feathers drifted down in its wake. One settled upon the pale grey flesh of the Erisors head, the scar riddled tissue tight as his brow furrowed.

"The omens are most certainly not clear."

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Welcome Brothers & Sisters & Adepts to my collected visions project! This is where I will tackle the many hobby ideas I have and you'll get a first hand glimpse into the madness.

Fanfare aside, those who have been around through my Marines Malevolent I appreciate you and for staying with me during this pretty big change in direction going from one army to multiple projects, I may return to the Marines Malevolent at a later date but for now I want to do something different.. For those of you just starting out on my journey, welcome aboard!

Here we have the test colorscheme for my Chaplain, which lets be honest isn't a test anymore as I'd be stupid not to go with this!

Erisor Rohaan in his all his insidious glory before and during paint.

The link has a full 360' of the color shift.

Massive credit goes to @Apologist for the War of the False Primarch setting and for graciously allowing me to enter into his wonderfully created settings.

If anyone has any questions about the Lacunae feel free to ask here so we can all learn about my brain child as this journey speeds towards some kind of destination!

Cheers! Edited November 17, 2021 by NomadPainting

[space wolf]

SO...FREAKIN'.....DARK! I love it.  I love everything about this.  Really looking forward to see more.  I also approve of your choice of name (Diocletian)  I like the use of the color shifting paint as well.

[acrowsperch]

excited to see where this goes

[Xin Ceithan]

Oh, this is looking all kinds of good  grim dark.

Very interested in seeing how this’ll develop given your Marines Malevolent are already quite characterful and etchy! 
(Also didn‘t realize there was an option to bring more Chapters into the War of the False Primarch ) 

[Ryltar Thamior]

so *that's* waht's next

good to see what you've done ; and excellent you're in on the War of the False Primarch 

[Monstra Sumus]

@space wolf Thank you! I thought you'd appreciate Dio's name.

 

@acrowsperch me too!

 

Oh, this is looking all kinds of good grim dark.

Very interested in seeing how this’ll develop given your Marines Malevolent are already quite characterful and etchy!

(Also didn‘t realize there was an option to bring more Chapters into the War of the False Primarch )

It's only going to be a company's worth of Marines, nothing that will change any plot or predestination of the war. Just a little slice of involvement towards the end of the war.

 

@Ryltar it is right up my alley. I do enjoy the narrative alot.

[Xin Ceithan]

Uh, blasted “Undo” button ate my smiley emote !  

 

I actually think your idea fits the theme rather well that Apologist is aiming for with shedding some light on the convoluted mess that is the Imperium of Man and it’s history as well as it’s internal conundrum of conflicting subfctions / beliefs.
It’ s just   another party / Imperial faction / fraction that stumbles into this, gets caught up in the crossfire and then gets expunged / redacted / forgotten by history. It’s very RT and indeed a great addendum to the narrative as a whole. Adding detail while not taking a away the spotlight. I really like it. 

[Monstra Sumus]

Uh, blasted “Undo” button ate my smiley emote !

 

I actually think your idea fits the theme rather well that Apologist is aiming for with shedding some light on the convoluted mess that is the Imperium of Man and it’s history as well as it’s internal conundrum of conflicting subfctions / beliefs.

It’ s just another party / Imperial faction / fraction that stumbles into this, gets caught up in the crossfire and then gets expunged / redacted / forgotten by history. It’s very RT and indeed a great addendum to the narrative as a whole. Adding detail while not taking a away the spotlight. I really like it.

Thank you! It's pretty much what I was going for. The ability to explore and flesh out an entirely new Chapter in a micro-climate. Have a narrative that works for the project and an exit to continue working on the Chapter post M33.

 

The whole premise behind them is a good chunk of brothers split from the Chapter and got stuck in with the War. The Chapter Master got wind of it, turns up and slaps them upside the head, packs his kids in his space suv, apologises to the Inquisition and buggers off back into the depths of space to save face.

 

Allows me the best of both worlds without changing anything about the project!

Edited July 6, 2021 by NomadPainting

[Dantay VI]

Amazing work,which colour shift paints did you use on the armour?

[Monstra Sumus]

Amazing work,which colour shift paints did you use on the armour?

Thanks! I used a mix of AV Shifter Space Dust range paints. Specifically Intense Blue/Violet and Green/Blue/Violet.

[Pearson73]

That's a truly brilliant model, full of menace and strength. The chainblade maul is awesome!

[Monstra Sumus]

@Pearson73 thanks brother! I'm excited to get him finished but work leaves little time for painting. Slowly but surely, this force will come together. It's my promise to myself, I won't play a game of 40k until I can field at least 500pts painted to table top standard.

+ It is the forty second millennium and there is only war +

The obsidian darkness that covered the rad-wastes of Luxon-III was split by eye watering beams of light. The sudden ignition connecting two points with raw destructive power. The whining pop of laser discharge thundered inside the sealed environment of the Deus Malleus, leaving white ghost lines on the battle transports sensors that took several heartbeats to vanish. The interior of the Repulsor rattled as rebel gun fire detonated against its consecrated armor plates. Singulari-Aspirant Brakka stood in the heart of the vehicle, swaying from side to side as one gauntlet clenched a guide rail above his skeletal death mask. The veteran brothers of the Dead Light were arrayed on either side of him either administering last minute ritual ointments to their weapons or trading idle combat banter amongst each other.

The ready light above Brakka switched from orange to red, flooding the interior with a cruel glow. He turned his skull helm towards the modified assault ramp and growled into his vox bead.

++Cut the com-bant. Our work begins in count sixty. Make ready your arms. ++

The squad-vox went silent immediately as each brother of the Dead Light primed their armaments. The guttural roar of chain weapons filled the interior, magazines were slammed home into bolt weapons, and Brakka checked the fuel gauge on his hand held promethium thrower. The vox-panel bolted to the rear wall of the Repulsor crackled into life.

++ Zone is hot, I repeat, zone is very hot. Engagement imminent. Disembark in five ++

Brakka scoffed under his helm and clipped his promethium thrower to a belt loop. He curled his ceramite clad fingers around the thick haft of the massive battle hammer at his feet and hauled the weapon up onto his pauldron with a clang.

The rebel element infesting the Luxon-III lunar silicon mines had become a thorn in the side for fleet supply in the region. The Eastern Fringe had enough problems without elements of its supply chain deciding to secede from Imperial rule. With the Luxon systems strategic location to the emergent Necrontyr shrouding the fringe it was deemed simply unacceptable to allow this insurgency to flourish.

It took less than three days since the Luxonite Independence Decree for a sleek black strike cruiser to translate in system. The orbital ring around Luxon-III was boarded first and soon after the bombardment of the space port began.

Within sixteen hours of arriving in system, the Lacunae were persecuting's a ground war against the rebel element. The strike cruiser Enphaelon's Wrath had ignored all of the missives and com-links declaring surrender for the last twelve hours of engagement. The only external communication from the Wrath had been a cacophony of static and loop-cycles of radiation feed.

The ready light blinked from red to green and washed the entire assault squad in a sickly pale light. The changing of the light was heralded by the heavy stubber opening up on the foe, a hail of shell casings could be heard pinging off the gunners heavy armor plate. The Repulsor reared up beneath their feet and the assault ramp ahead of them exploded open to reveal a inky black horizon cut through with laser bolts and pressure fires belching from the space port. The moon was a graveyard of tank wreckages and drifting bodies as the low gravity spiraled corpses slowing into space.

Brakka was the first to disembark; he strode forward three steps and leapt from the vehicle. His armored bulk came smashing down onto a terrified rebel, crushing the man to a pulp beneath his sabatons. The hammer in his right hand hummed into life as a crackle of energy phased out from it and with a swing he atomized a fleeing enemy. The rest of the Dead Light joined the assault around him, bolter weapons roaring death into the distance, the sound of Astartes chain weapons mingled with the shrieks of the dying.

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Here is the progress work on the Deus Malleus, my counts as Repulsor conversion. I absolutely love Land Raiders and until they let me stick a bunch of Primaris in one this is the next best thing. I have a whole second set of grav sleds to balance out the other track and I have two sets of dozer blades I'll be mounting parallel to eachother to cover the open spaces in the front treads either side of the assault ramp.

Current load out is onslaught gatling, twin lascanon, and las-talon. Once it spits out my HQ/Bladeguard deathstar it'll hopefully go on to be an anti armor harrier.

Cheers!

[space wolf]

Hah! That's cool. I actually hate the whole antigrav thing...and I'm looking for ways to convert impulsors to have tracks. You've done the opposite, but to brilliant effect. Excellent work

[Monstra Sumus]

+ It is the thirty third millennium and there is only war +

Instigators of the Dedication over Therox VII the frater of the Kraken Lodge convinced four Interceptor Aravats of Lacunae battle brothers to secede from the Chapter proper and take up arms in the name of Volnoscere, the Son Returning. Amongst this number was a fated Singulari by the name of Erisor Rohaan; a name that would live in infamy within the annals of the Chapter for almost ten thousand years.

Star-Sergeant Diocletian of Aravat (squad) Furious Ghost led his brothers, all members of the Kraken Lodge, into conflict with members of the Carcharadon Space Marines, and later members of a fragmented Partisan strike force. During these skirmishes with other Astartes, Diocletian gained a reputation for savagery considered derogatory to the Chapter proper and their code of conduction of arms[/]. A marked tactic of his was to pull the teeth from dying Astartes with his fingers. This was later attributed to a sub-juvenile response to his own issues with dental implants before his combat dossier was purged.

Diocletian saw combat against three separate Chapters embroiled within the War of the False Primarch and ultimately met his end when the Lacunae Chapter Master Odissian ordered a Purification Aravat to immolate all excommunicate aboard the Ravager strike cruiser in his euthanasia campaign.

His seditious actions would live on in the memory of Erisor Rohaan, who with the purest of intentions, caused the death of fourty seven brother marines of Battle-Cluster Gamma when he falsified omens sent from the Astronomicon for his own spiritual purpose.

A burden that would haunt the Chapter forever more.

The seven Kraken Lodge brethren fought a brutal rolling retreat into the bowels of the ship, taking a total of seventeen marines with them before being deleted from life and record.

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Some more Marines to build out the narrative force. For actual games they are just Intercessors.

Cheers!

[space wolf]

To quote boss nass, "Meesa lika dis!"

[Pearson73]

Not so keen on the turret on the Land Raider, but I love that pintle gunner. Nice to see you keeping up the cool mix of parts with the Intercessors, especially with the variation in the bolt guns.

[Monstra Sumus]

@space wolf: thanks man!

@Pearson73 I wanted to keep the feel of a IFV rather than a battle tank so the Predator turret fits the profile for me. For the array of kit I want to convey the sense of reluctance the Chapter has at letting anything go to waste.

+ It is the thirty third millennium and there is only war +

++ I do not often say this...but I shall enjoy killing you. Very much so, brother ++

-- Star-Sergeant Abaeron of Purification Aravat "Death's Ember", Star-Cluster Sigma

Adorned from head to heel with bones and chosen remains from worthy foes, Abaeron has a grim reverence for the dead, or at least those that came close to killing him.

His Aravat is usually deployed only in actions where it is an inevitability that the Lacunae will engage in renegade or traitor Astartes.

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Hellblaster Sergeant ready for a lick of paint. Just waiting on some more terror helmets to arrive before I can deck out the rest of the squad. The green stuff on the chest isn't as rough as the pictures make it out to be.

Let me know what you think?

Cheers!

[Bjorn Firewalker]

Impressive work. Is he a Death Guard member? The bulging breastplate is most distinctive.

[Pearson73]

He's certainly a heavy duty lad, pretty appropriate for a plasma wielding unit specialising in hunting traitor Astartes!

 

Thanks for your thoughts on the choices you made.

[Monstra Sumus]

@Bjorn Firewalker - No, he's not Death Guard. I prefer the look of the hulking form they have to my plasma troops. Makes them look more "uparmored" without being Gravis or Terminators.

@Pearson73 - Here's 2 more thicc lads

+ It is the thirty third millennium and there is only war +

More work on the Purification Aravat "Death's Ember" for Star-Cluster Sigma. Frater Tauron & Apollos join their Star-Sergeant. I'll be building the other two tonight to finish the squad.

Cheers!

[Pearson73]

Awesome!

[space wolf]

Very nice. Love the NL helmet choice! Looks sinister.

[Ryltar Thamior]

Legit. How well do the CSM-/plague marine ones actually stack up compared to primaris and standard truescale ? 

[Monstra Sumus]

@Pearson73 thanks brother!

@space wolf thanks man, I appreciate it. I went with the NL helmets for the intimidation factor. These lads hunt other Space Marines after all!

@Ryltar Thamior I took a side by side for you below.

Left to right: First Born, my True-Scale*, Plague Marine, Primaris

Not too much of a difference to be honest!

Cheers!

[Sagentus]

WOW!! these models look epic!