Brother Pheidias

Wonderfully muted SoH there, really love it!

Loyalist White Scars, Traitor Sons of Horus so far. Currently AT and Battletech is taking up my modelling- and painting-time.

Hai Chogoris! Impressive work, nice call on the seekers especially.

Armed for anti-engine duty, the Malleus Irae found itself at the forefront of many a Legio Vorus battleline, the venerable Reaver melting down targets already wounded by the focused fire of its fellow engines. With nearly six centuries of service against the Abominable Intelligence Macro Machines plaguing Xerox IV, the Malleus Irae had developed a vengeful and belligerent machine-spirit, requiring a strong-willed Magos to maintain the reins. With such a will-full machine spirit, Malleus Irae bore the numerous scars of furious close-range engagements with a scornful pride.

They're from the Proteus Landspeeder, really wanted to go for a more industrial look. Ideally, I'd have done Lucius Pattern Titans, but for now, these will do fine!

The Vernika was a stalwart mainstay of the Legio Vorus battle-maniples deployed throughout the latter decades of the Great Crusade. Although Vorus often found itself deployed alongside the disparate forces of the Imperial Army, it ultimately did so in accordance with the stipulations of the Xerox IV Compliance at the hands of the Sons of Horus, still Luna Wolves at that point, and ultimately owing their fealty to Horus. Vernika Named for a semi-legendary Magos of Xerox' antiquity, its utilitarian loadout symptomatic of Legio Vorus' focus on reliability and adaptability, a trait engendered by the sparse nature of their rad-scoured home. This has more acutely affected the modifications to the cockpit-head, including increased rad-shielding, robust sensors and reinforced real-viewers. As with most God-engines of Legio Vorus, the Vernika bears little in the way of honorary markings or superfluous detailing, it instead bears the Atomicrux, symbolizing Xerox IV, as well as a simple numeral, denoting its position in the Legio Hierarchy. The first Reaver I did for the Legio, it served as the prototype for the modifications and colour-scheme that will feature across the Legio. @schoon, Interrogator Stobz: Thanks! I wanted to keep them muted, industrial and worn, so will be sticking to some fairly sparse orange. @Brother Adelard: Thanks, I wanted to keep the Warlord slightly more in line with the old Lucius Warlord Titan, as well as Imperious Dictatio of the Titan comic. Also, the standard Laser Destructors just look weird to me, not a fan of them. @Sherrypie, Malika666: I stole the head-idea from EdTs wonderful thread

"The Legio Vorus, Devourers, hailing from the Forgeworld of Xerox IV. Never amongst the most illustrious Legios, Vorus nevertheless accrued a reputation of consistency and dependability. This was largely owed to their dogged adherence to what they termed "the Great Algorithm", a marginal creed amongst the Cults Mechanicus." Legio Vorus Walks!

Wonderful.

This is what Space Wolves will always be to me now...

Thank you! I'm currently doing some AT and Skaven, and the next 30k will likely be for the Sons. I am eyeing the Khan and some Golden Keshig soonish though, with the latter modelled to match the Command Squad from a little bit back.

He was running, again. They all were. Dozens of ceramite-armoured boots pounding across hard-packed earth, skirting the bolter-riddled hulls of two Sabre Hunters, the sea-green of the Betrayers own Sons schorched and pitted. They had always been moving, thus was the creed of the steppes of far-off Chogoris, and this the Khagan had brought with him to the stars, to the Imperium of his father, which was even now tearing itself apart. Bathestur had never known stillness, not as a youth traversing the immeasurably vast seas of Reijke grass, not in the courts and marshalling yards of Quan Zhou, and particularly not now. The XVI. Legion had overextended themselves, their forward dropsite was even now being turned into a killing ground, the unexpected breakthrough of the Brotherhood of the Shattered Spear had seen to that. up ahead, strobing muzzle flares and the staccato drumming of boltguns marked out one of the last knots of defiant Sons of Horus. Their armoured support had scarcely had the time to escape the cradling embrace of their landers before the White Scars had been on them, running rings around the floundering armour, leaving the infantry to dig in, no backward step possible, if they had even been able to entertain the notion. And now, they would die, to Bathestur and his brethren, another vengeful blow in the long slog to return to the side of the Warhawk, to stand with the Ordu on Ancient Terra itself --- Bathestur, honoured as Irbuchaivan, "The Blade That Never Rests", Avarga of the Minghan Khagarsanjad ---

Sons of Horus Rhino APC, Courser, 161. Company

From strength to strength, lovelier by the post!

Absolutely stunningly executed concept. So pretty!

Love the contrast with the grimey brightness you've achieved, and the modelling is spot on for a motley crew of Siege-BAs