Demus Ragnok

I , Demus Ragnok , do here declare that the Fire Keepers and Legio Tonarum may be used by the Brotherhood of the Lost and whatever other projects desire to use them.

Gederas I believe your formula will yield good results. I did some models some time ago and I forget what colors I settled on. I do remember using a white primer. I intended for them to be a shade brighter than blood angels.

I’m good with the rearranged schedule.

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Mars is already a war zone when the FK arrive and they join the fighting ASAP.

Havec. One of my DIYs.

Knights. Because I can actually contribute something for a change.

1 for 1

Yes to all

How about Harbingers.

(Looks at List) Pressurized Armor. Power armor is sealed for void combat isn’t it. Does it need to be upgraded for under water use?

This is to be the meeting of the Xth legion and the single survivor of House Havec. Gehl guided his mount through the ancient forest. It wasn't a joyful journey. The great bloodwoods towered nearly twice the height of his war machine. The ground was a soft carpet of leaf litter that concealed outcroppings of sharp rock. The sun was still high but the canopy was impenetrable to its rays. The world beneath the trees knew only shades of darkness from twilight to inky blackness. Gehl’s mind wondered back to a time many years before. It was the first time his father took him hunting. He was still a boy, just beginning his ninth winter. One of his uncles had wounded a three toed waumpus, sending the beast fleeing into the great forest. The entire hunting party had tramped into the shadowy woods after the beast. He could still remember the strange echoes of the baying hounds. He had sworn the trees were speaking to each other in melodic rumbles and rhythmic groans. Like a great arboreal symphony. Gehl jerked back to the present as his knight stumbled on a shelf of hidden stone. He nearly failed to recover. “We’re nearly there, no need falling on our faces here.” Decorus Brutus made no audible reply but Gehl felt the machine pull at his mind. His mount’s soul cared only for war, it relished destruction, it longed to sunder a hated foe. It’s pilot shared these thoughts but often found himself working to temper the war machine’s wrath. That task had been far harder since Orks had brought their filth to his homeland. Gehl checked his cartography, the river was less than 100 meters away now. It was the dry season and there would be little water. If he could descend the bank he would be able to follow the wide channel like a highway to his destination. The riverbed would lead him west out of the deepest part of the forest to the rolling prairie. There he would rendezvous with his fellow warriors and launch a flanking attack against the massing Orks. And with some luck the would burn the green beasts into nothingness.

Sim I very much like what you are writing for the Fire Keepers. Well done sir.

Me like

Now that is a rather interesting little tid bit.