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Lucretius Corvo turned his honours in his hands. The gilded laurels reflected the flickering candlelight across the dark walls of his cell. Lost deep in thought, the captain almost didn't hear the door chime. "Enter." He said, putting the award onto a shelf. The door hissed open on well oiled pistons. The conservative space of the living quarters was filled instantly with a mass of ceramite. Clad in black, a marine stood before him, Cataphractii pattern terminator plate blocked the door and almost made Lucretius pull his legs up onto the hard cot he sat upon as if to make room for him to enter. "Lucretius Corvo." It was a statement not a question. "Yes." He replied. "Your presence is requested by my lord and master." The Terminator held out a datascroll for the Ultramarine to take. He ran his thumb over the seal, a minute hiss indicated his biometric reading had been accepted and the hemetic seal had broken. He opened the document and confirmed the request. He had come to blows figuratively with the Lion a few days ago during the award ceremony and assumed it was time for another dose of his well known discipline, this time his own lord would not be present. Corvo stood and gestured to the door allowing the messenger to lead him onwards to his punishment. The cool night air had an anticipatory stillness to it, the city was nervous, but that was normal these days. Civilians who would have normally filled the streets partaking in street food, music, entertainers instead rushed quietly between destinations, cloaks drawn tightly around them. The first legion had taken a portion of the local civitas as their own billeting troops and their many thralls at the expense of the locals. Clad in his simple tunic and trousers, Corvo swore he could feel the temperature drop as he crossed the Dionysus bridge into their territory. A detail of legionaries stared at him, their Iron armour faceplates blank. The entered one of the many storehouses that had been converted to legion use, quickly ascending up to the administratum levels, there the Lion waited. The room was dark, a wide space lit only by a scattering of munitorum field lamps, they cast long upwards shadows upon the face of the Primarch. Light played off a series of tall windows at the far end of the room, but no light fell into the room beyond. "Lucretius Corvo, Captain of the 90th chapter." Said the lion. "What do you know of the Phyryctoria of Thelasus?" He asked. Corvo noticed that the lion's hand was resting on his weapon and swallowed, feeling the tug at his nerves. "Nothing my lord." He answered truthfully. "Good." Stated the first legion's primarch. "I would hate to have had to kill you." His tone had no hint of humour. Corvo took a step back, more in readiness than fear this time, until a heavy hand landed on his unarmoured shoulder. "What my brother means, is that all knowledge of the Phyryctoria network was expunged by our father." Corvo relaxed as he looked up into the face of his own Primarch. "Sadly such is the time that I must go against his wishes and share its existence with you my son." "The Phyryctoria is an ancient system of astronomican style beacons that spread across the 500 worlds, used by early pre imperial humanity." Roboute passed a dataslate to his son containing more information, discovery, mechanicum investigation reports, much of it heavily redacted. "The difference between this and the other such sites is its control system." He continued, "An abominable intelligence system. Your mission is to take it and break its spirit." The briefing ended after many questions and several outbursts by the 1st legion's master. "I shall take my leave, my lords." Corvo bowed to the pair. "Why?" asked the Lion. "To wake my men and begin briefing them, sire?" Corvo asked, the nervous feeling returning. "No Lucretius." Smiled Guilliman. "Your men are already here." He gestured the glossy black windows at the end of the room. The astarte walked to the window, his enhanced eyes unable to pierce the darkness. "I was impressed with your actions and how you stood up to me, it took strength of character." Said the lion. "My men took these suits from a supply fleet heading to Cthonia, and I feel you are the man to put them to use." He flicked the lights on, illuminating the room below. There stood the 90th chapter arrayed for battle, their pitted and broken armour from recent conflict repaired and polished to a parade finish. His veterans stood at attention front and centre, clad in immaculate Cataphractii plate. To a man every one repainted in Corvo's own white and blue personal heraldry, as one they began banging their fists upon their armour in salute to their chaptermaster. "Your honour guard, your novas." Smiled Guilliman.

finished an alpha legion test mini using the vallejo shifter paints. Still not 100% sold.

if you want urban style bases then unreal wargaming are phenominal and just need a little drybrush to paint up well.

ah my mistake, no you dont. They are supposed to be layered upon each other, with movement increasing "flexibility"

They should be flush to the body to create a more imposing silhouette. its an older video of mine but i covered it here i hope this helps. :)

love those guys the one with the open hand is ace.

1. How many regular people play war games in your group? about a dozen + 2. How long have you been in the hobby? 31 years this year 3. Is your group growing? not really however we have a 3 main groups in our small town and the other two groups are deffo growing 4. What games does your group play? 40k/30k/TOW/AOS/Bolt action/ legend of the 5 rings/ etc lots of GW and non GW games. 5. How often do people leave your group? How often do new people come into your group? i dont pay attention enough to answer this 6. Age Range of oldest player? 70ish 7. Age Range of Youngest Player? 13ish 8. Average age of player? 30-40s 9. Where do you play regularly (Ex: Hobby store, friend's house, rented out space, tournament, etc)? rented hall 10. Do you think the hobby is growing or dying? Please explain why. wargaming i think is shrinking however the "warhammer" hobby is growing

i was inspired by that dread when i got round to painting my own ork dread i also remember having those blood axes about 30 ish years ago when i was a kid.

dont forget we have our own chapter too that many people made their own minis for.

Ramiel studied the flickering hololithe again, a low resolution image with thermal damage. "Well that explains how the Simple desert folk have been picking off our patrols." Both the Solar Auxilia commanders and Astartes shifted nervously. "I recognise some of the markings lord." Spoke one of the black clad legionnaires. "On Gaber, we would find xenos strung up in the jungles canopy with this glyph etched into their hides...those that still had them." He stabbed a finger at the shoulder pad of a skull faced warrior. "The locals had a name for them but id rather not say it, the translation was as crude as the word, but the gist of it was Id rather be hunted by what they hunt." A murmur ran through the command staff. A glance silenced them. "Thank you for your colourful insight brother." He said dryly, before he could continue one of the mortals cleared his throat, pointing to a grainy figure in the rear. "Melta weapons and lots of them my lord." A scribe tried in vane to improve the gain of the image. "And more krak grenades than we've seen in a month." Growled a senior non-commissioned officer playing with his bushy moustache, the comment got a chuckle from even the astarte. "It explains the loses of our armour, the terrain would let those kill teams get close in unseen." Added Icarus, a junior astarte eager to show his worth. Ramiel shut off the holo display, taking up his blade from his squire. The blade made a high pitched white as it drew across the rock floor before he stabbed it down into the ground. "Now we know who we face, it is now our duty to remind them who they face!" A cheer went round the gathering, lifting their spirits. Outside the cave, Ekateryn chuckled to himself as he finished posing the last of the sentries, two of them were still alive unable to wet their lidless eyes, tongueless mouths made a hacking noise. "Perfect." He sighed before turning to ascend the cliff face in silence.

need some close ups

Tigr had a habit of walking heavily on his stave, it crackled with energy with each knock, the long cruel looking claw moved as if it bore a mind of its own. "Such juicy fat babies for me, yes." His voice twisted by the vox emitter in his terrorhelm. The prisoners knelt motionless in a line, their arms on top of their unhelmeted heads. An advanced scouting force of Auxilia did not show any fear as the hulking terminator walked up and down their line. They should have. "Such juicy fat babies for us all, no?" He asked. Their guards answered voices booming from heavy-duty vox emitters. "Yes papa." Bellowed a pair of towering contemptor dreadnoughts. "Stop playing with your food, Golodnyy." Growled a voice from the shadow. The Terminator wheeled to face the noise, clawed fingers snapping open. "Who dares?" He hissed, his heavy set wards spooling up their weapons auto loaders. His lord, Aloyosha stepped forward flanked by his bodyguard, each as heavily armoured as Golodnyy Tigr was, he paused. staring at the pair of ancient dreadnoughts. "No children! Friends, yes friends." crooned the mad mortificator, bowing low before his commander. "Come lord, plenty juicy babies for us all."

nah they are the plastic ones. I have used metal parts on some of my heresy stuff. SOME of it is wildly out of scale now like the masters of the chapter which are tiny in comparison.

Using older scale arms and weapons on newer bodies works well but im pretty bias.

Fyodor removed his helmet letting the dying sunlight warm his face, in the distance he could hear The Scarecrow reminding the few remaining enemy fliers why he held that title. His men were moaning, they had been on patrol looking for suitable targets all day and had not fired a single shot. Patience, It was a skill he wished his men would learn.