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Augustus b'Raass Venerable Brother

Augustus b'Raass

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http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d185/mkruijff/20131115_124620_zpsac80e794.jpg

 

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Fulminata

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Here are my Iron Warrior Dreadnoughts

 

 

Dænomalous

http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh111/fmcbide4/Iron%20Warriors/P7250045.jpg

 

 

Mortis Metalikus

http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh111/fmcbide4/Mortis%20Metalikus/4f637fc6c81f6c06cd4ac9bf311cecf0.jpg

 

Dænomalous, Mortis Metalikus, and Psychotron (w/ a Defiler photobombing in the background)

http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh111/fmcbide4/Mortis%20Metalikus/D9A56C5C-B623-4B13-BC2F-9AD9CCF4D4BA-362-00000037DAA6E6BA.jpg

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kjp

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Here is my Chaos Dreadnought/Hellbrute. Not finished yet but thought I would share it any way. There is some great conversion work here, got to say it has inspired me to try and improve my rather basic skills when it comes to modelling.

 

Hellbrute

 

 

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captain sox Venerable Brother

captain sox

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http://i710.photobucket.com/albums/ww107/Ravenfeld/Frem-TheSunbringer_zps3e1e4b3b.jpg

 

Iron Ancient Frem - The Sunbringer (He doesn't have his Cyclone on - but he has one).

This is awesome. One thing I love about 40K (and 30K) is how it inspires the imagination. I can see this fella on the battlefield blasting away at some tanks, etc when I zooming flyer catches his attention. He quickly turns to see what it is.... takes aim, and is ready to bring down whatever it is. 

 

Stunning work!

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Delysis Battle-Brother

Delysis

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Senex Antiquus Mechanicus "Ion"
Mk. V Dreadnought

 

(Twin-Linked Heavy Flammers + CCW) 
http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m588/Delysis/0TechDread_Ion_001_zps6d6b6c6e.jpg

http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m588/Delysis/0TechDread_Ion_002_zpsf08415da.jpg


Senex Antiquus Mechanicus "Golgotar"
Mk. V Ironclad- Dreadnought

 

(CCW + Chainfist)

http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m588/Delysis/0TechDread_Golgotar_001_zps7ed97d5b.jpg

http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m588/Delysis/0TechDread_Golgotar_002_zpsc64d71e4.jpg


Senex Antiquus Mechanicus "Nathrax"
Mk. III Dreadnought

 

(Twin-Linked Lascannon + Missile Launcher; Experimental Shield Generator)

http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m588/Delysis/0TechDread_Nathrax_002_zpsb59cdce5.jpg

http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m588/Delysis/0TechDread_Nathrax_001_zpsba759e38.jpg


Senex Antiquus Mechanicus "Orbrynn"
(count as) Contemptor Dreadnought
 
(Twin-Linked Autocannons + CCW; optional Cyclone Missile Launcher)

http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m588/Delysis/Orbrynn002_zps89f83770.jpg

http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m588/Delysis/Orbrynn003_zpse9d112cd.jpg

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Augustus b'Raass Venerable Brother

Augustus b'Raass

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Cilice Macellarius ++ Contemptor Dreadnought of the 47th Company ++ Former Standard Bearer of the 28th Company

 

http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d185/mkruijff/WP_20140423_010_zps1b507ca7.jpg

 

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The oculus opened slowly, screeching as the rusted edges of the bladelike plates shifted along each other, opening a wider and wider circle of entry into the hulk. The sound was mirrored as echoes came out of the shadowed insides of the drifting ship, and into the Storm Eagle.  “Gives me the creeps every time.” said Stephac, as he looked through the now fully opened oculus into the darkness of the hulk’s corridor. “Well, you’re going in anyway.” replied Lord Azir Hol, his voice acquiring a metallic pitch as he put on his MkIII helmet mid-sentence. “All of you. Now move.” Hol roughly pushed the Mechanic forward through the docking tube as they entered the derelict ship. The others followed with worried looks on their faces. 
 
They’d been in this situation before. The night-clad Lords would find a drifting ship, dock it and send them in for salvage operations. They had to look for supplies, weapons, technology, anything of worth to the Legionaries. And it never went smoothly. Last time, with the staggeringly enormous hulk, they’d found a nest of greenskins that’d killed half their party before they were saved by Lord Azal and his whirring chainblade. That had been a true space hulk. This time it was different. The ship they’d found was smaller, but its insides were more dangerous, Stephac knew. Why else would they send three mechanical aides and four servitors in with an escort of no less than seven Power Armoured Lords? 
 
“We shall secure the Armourium first. Follow my lead.” Lord Hol said through his helmet’s speakers. Shoving Stephac roughly aside with his giant armoured gauntlet, Hol walked into the dark of the right-hand corridor. Stealing a look over his shoulder, Stephac could barely dodge the cruel drill-and-saw implementations attached to one of the other lord’s vambraces as he passed by.  Stephac had never seen him before, nor the other three legionnaires following him. Three of his escorts, he knew by name: Krell, Kal and Lord Hol. He was actually acquainted with Lord Hol - he’d been working with the techmarine for over three years now. Hol was a silent, brooding hulk of a man, but he had a sense of justice about him. He’d only hurt Stephac when he was lacks in his duties. Working with Lord Hol was… bearable. It was the other Astartes that worried Stephac, almost more than he was scared of going into the ship. The unknown Astartes had adorned his armoured with grisly trophies of flayed skin stretched across the plate, and one carried a flamer. The fact that he didn't know them added uncertainty - how they would respond to him and his preceived faults was unknown, and could not be anticipated. The one known as Krell in particular had a reputation for cruelty.
 
As used to the dark as Stephac was, he would never get used to the sight of the giant figures treading in the gloom of the corridor, the electric static running over their armour. It shone an eerie light on the bulkheads they passed. It made Stephac not want to follow them, to flee. His armpits were sweaty. He was tired. His legs.… “MOVE, WORM!” The Astartes known as Krell harshly slammed the muzzle of his bolter in his back and pushed him forward. Stephac cursed himself for getting distracted by his own thoughts,  and focused on the job at hand.
 
They methodically combed the corridors with sweeps of their bolters, aided by the lumen casters on the backpacks of Lord Hol and the unknown Astartes. The only sound they’d hear was the bootsteps of the legionnaires and the clicks of their helmets. Nothing more. The ship seemed abandoned, as the corridors emptied nothing but silence. It was nerve wrecking, especially after he discovered why they were escorted by so many Astartes. The normal Aquilas found in cruisers of this class had all been replaced by the bat winged skull symbol of their own masters, the Night Lords. They were on an Astartes ship.
 
After about seventy standard minutes, they found and entered an enormous cargo lift. It took six minutes to decent to their destination level. When they finally arrived at the bottom, there was a single, enormous reinforced slide door. “We’re here.” Lord Hol voxed, as he pulled several levers on the cogitator panel. The door slowly grated to the side. 
 
Inside, there was only darkness. Lord Hol had laid out the blueprint of the cruiser during his personal mission briefing. Stephac thus knew where to find the control station of the Luminarium. The urge to just do his job in the light overtook him, and he started for the panel. He heard the alarmed -or amused- clicks of the Astartes behind him, but he didn’t care anymore. He just wanted light. Thirty meters into the enormous hall, he found the station. He walked around it, to the other side, and positioned himself behind the Luminarium’s console. Spotting the main lever, he pulled it with a relieved smile. 
 
That smile faded immediately, as the Astartes -as one- raised their weapons at him. Paralyzed by wide-eyed terror, he stood there. It seemed an eternity passed before he found the courage to respond. He wanted to start pleading, but before any words passed his lips, the Astartes started moving. They fanned around him, and Stephac realized they weren’t pointing their guns at him, but at something behind him. Slowly, very slowly, he started turning his head around. He felt his dark-blue overall wetting as the object of the Astartes hostility came into his view.
 
Stephac saw the silhouette of an enormous figure, bright lights shining from behind it. It easily stood five meters tall, with claws the size of a bulkhead and a crown of dragonhead figures. It stood utterly motionless on a pedestal, its arms hanging downward, fastened to the ground with chains. Stephac recognized the enormous machine. He had seen the leader of their armada once, when Lord Hol was granted an audience. Tol Zhaqael was incased in a similar suit of armour as this one. But where the captain’s suit had something of regality about it, the figure standing chained here in the armourium breathed nothing but feral brutality.
 
“Contemptor!” shouted Lord Hol “Are you conscious?”. Seconds passed without reply. Lord Hol put down his weapon and walked up to the machine’s pedestal. Several mechandrites from a console had been screw-locked into the dreadnought’s form. Stephac knew enough to know that Lord Hol could analyze the machine’s status from that console. After a minute, Lord Hol straightened, removed his helmet with a hiss, and gave the order to be at ease. Weapon muzzles lowered. Kal and the other three Astartes moved to guard the four doors of the huge armourium hall. Krell and the legionnaire with the torture element on his vambrace approached the pedestal’s console. As they removed their helmets, Krell sniffed the air and contemptuously looked at Stephac. “Look at the runt, pissing himself. You’re lucky Hol finds you of use, worm.” The unknown Astartes chuckled.  
 
Stephac shrugged, stepped from behind the Luminarium console, and signaled for the other mechanical aides to close in. As they approached the three Astartes, Lord Hol started sharing his analysis report. “According to the chrono-cogitator, all of the contemptor’s combat functions have been deactivated 2543 standard years ago to safe energy. The machine’s reactor continued to power the sarcophagus’ life support systems, but its energy cell has been empty for at least a century. The wrench is either in suspended animation, or dead. Kraus, I want you to check him out.” 
 
Lord Hol stepped aside. The Astartes known as Kraus, the one with the torture device, aggressively stared at Lord Hol for a moment, and then approached the life support console of the contemptor. He worked the device for several minutes. “That ‘wrench’ you spoke of, Hol, is Cilice Macellarius, former standard bearer of the 28th company.” “Ha! Macellarius, eh? That cunning bastard... ” Lord Hol said with a sly laugh. “I never knew he fell in battle. Glad to know he’ll be joining us.” Kraus’s eyes narrowed: “If he is alive... And even so, his mind is most likely no longer sane. The contemptor pattern’s life support systems don’t allow for Sus-An: they keep the inhabitant conscious. Fighting in a crypt-machine is bad as it is, but this poor bastard has been kept conscious in a motionless amniotic tank for nearly 2500 years. Cicile was strong of will, but that’ll rattle your chains, for sure…” Lord Hol shrugged this off: “The 47th has room for him in any case. You try to reanimate him. If you can’t, we’ll find a mutt among our “brothers” to replace him.”
 
Kraus didn’t respond to the implied insult. “I could check out his biostatus and start reanimation protocols, but for that I’ll have to remove the armoured breast plate of his sarcophagus. If we want to salvage him undamaged, the machine itself needs power to unlock the auto-clamps from the inside." He nodded at the techmarine. "We could funnel some power from your backpack into the machine.” Lord Hol nodded and pulled a power cord from his pack. He then signaled Stephac to hand it to Kraus, who had clambered up the pedestal and was opening a socket in the machine’s power generator. Stephac grabbed the cord and pulled it up the pedestal. He clicked the cord into the power socket and turned it with his powered hydrolic plier. 
 
Immediately, the contemptor twitched. All eyes -and gun muzzles- were on it in a split second. “They do that.” Lord Hol chuckled, and the legionnaires untensed. “Krell, you remove the armour, so Kraus can take a look at Cilice.” Krell clambered on the pedestal and together with Kraus went to work on unclasping the sarcophagus’ armour.  After a few minutes, it came loose with relative ease. With help of Lord Hol and his servo arm, Krell lowered the massive armoured plate from the pedestal onto the ground. Kraus began work on the amniotic tank of the sarcophagus immediately. Stephac saw that what he had thought to be a torture device was actually a sophisticated medical tool. Syringes sprang from of the device, which Kraus used to inject serums into the amniotic tank. Stephac noticed how the other two Astartes looked at Kraus’s work with an almost reverend stance, Krell standing on the pedestal, next to the contemptor’s left foot and Lord Hol from the hall’s floor. This went on for some time, and Stephac moved to the dreadnought's back to silently attend his duties with the power cord.
 
An agonized moan erupted from the contemptor’s speaker grills, which quickly changed into a deafening, tortured roar. Suddenly, the machine’s arm came to life, grabbing Krell with its enormous claw. The Astartes was lifted into the air in a split second. The pincers of the machine's claw cracked Krell and his armour like a gillnut, spraying the contemptor, Kraus and Stephac with visceral gore. 
 
Kraus reacted instinctively, pushing himself hard from the dreadnought’s bulk. He landed on his back, his bolt pistol out and pointing at the machine. Lord Hol was thrown in the firing line however: He had been pulled off balance by the movement of the dreadnought; the power cord still attaching his backpack around the contemptor legs to its engine. The other marines yelled out, trying to flank the dreadnought and get in a good shot.  In a flash, Stephac knew what to do. He grabbed the power cord with his hydrolic tool and pinched with two hands. As the cord was armoured, it took a few seconds for the plier to reach the actual power current.  The dreadnought turned his pelvis far enough to allow its other claw to reach Stephac. Howling with primordial rage, it flailed at the machanic. Stephac stooped and ducked from reach, however, and with all his strength forced its tool through the layers of powered wire in the cord. As soon as the cord finally snapped, the dreadnought’s hulking arms immediately stopped their movement. The Contemptor stood motionless; Krell’s remains still firmly clasped in its claws. Stephac slumped to the floor in exhaustion and shock.
 
“Good work, Stephac.” chuckled Lord Hol as he stood up and looked sarcastically at Kraus. “That is why I find him of use: he can think on his feet” He walked over to the apothecary, grabbed him by his shoulder pad, and pulled him to his feet. “You stabilize Silice’s reawakened bio-functions. “ He turned to face the approaching Astartes. “As for you: find something to transport this present to our Lord Captain.”
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Adra'Melek

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http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae112/hammer_of_thunor/4791952601082f43c97f3f34868a98b6.jpg

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This is my most recent Dreadnought to be finished.  As all of the rest of them were sent to Italy, this is what I got.  I had fun with building it.

 

 

http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k222/mrscorrie/SAM_0567.jpg

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KrautScientist

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@ Tarvik: Lovely pose on that Contemptor, mate! :)

 

I totally forgot to post my Dark Vengeance Helbrute, finally painted a short while ago after sitting unpainted on my desk for ages:

 

http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2014/4/2/599693-Chaos%2C%20Chaos%20Space%20Marines%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Dark%20Vengeance%2C%20Dreadnought%2C%20Helbrute.jpg

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Apparently I missed this thread...

 

m42..  Venable Gabrael was found wounded, not far from where the arch heretic Luther was found. Formerly a member of The Lion’s personal bodyguard, his penchant for survival even though greviously wounded/damaged is legendary. However his intractability has also become legendary. Brothers from the society Mechanicus have learned not to equip Gabrael with flamers because he will immediately scorch any green paint from his carapace. “I am a Dark Angel and our Livery is black!” As this usualy makes quite a scene in the Chambers of Awakening, they continue to keep his armored hide painted in the original black with the antique legion markings. (except for a stripe of green here and there where he cannot see...)

http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w20/fred40k2002/Dark%20Angels/DSCN9628-1.jpg

http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w20/fred40k2002/Dark%20Angels/DSCN9625.jpg

 

Magnets, still waiting to paint the new bits.

http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w20/fred40k2002/Dark%20Angels/DSCN9819.jpg

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lion85 Battle-Brother

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Hi everybody,

 

Here is my "small" of Dreadnought.

 

It is tabletop, and i am not a professional photographer and painter (way way far away from that ^^).

 

Hellbrute from DV, fun to paint with all those flesh parts.

 

PB110185a

 
Contemptor used as a GK Venerable with all the nice options that make him so cool ( with the old codex :cry: )
 

PB110187a

 

GK FW one with some bitz to be ready to "toast" the heretics

 

PB110189a

PB110190

 
Hope you like them
 
Bye

 

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Redlead Battle-Brother

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http://i1030.photobucket.com/albums/y369/farrarjamie/IMG_0701_zps75f2df0e.jpg

 

Scythes of the Emperor Venerable Dreadnought.

 

http://scythesoftheemperor40kchapter.blogspot.co.uk/

 

http://i1030.photobucket.com/albums/y369/farrarjamie/IMG_0706800x600_zpse81b41ce.jpg

 

http://i1030.photobucket.com/albums/y369/farrarjamie/IMG_0707800x600_zps3573de14.jpg

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