So the war against unpainted models continues, this time with some mainly non military types to try to sneak onto good honest battlefields at the expense of the professionals. So below you will find various goons to decorate my battle reports.
|Recyclers of the 41st Millenium|
|Even though I'm pretty sure Tohaa aren't mammals, the females seem to have some sort of distraction device fitted to the front of their alien chest area. The other two are Chaksa, a sort of slave race controlled by the Tohaa's boobies.|
|We come in peace, possibly.|
Greetings. Some more progress with regard to my little toy soldiers has been made, but none of the newly finished are soldiers, just vehicles and buildings. I just wanted to clear that up.
|LX, VII and DIII|
|All the Single Ladies|
|One thing that is very evident when studying the Bastion, enemies besieging it follow the double tap method as on each wall there seems to be many twin bullet holes. Also this Bastion has been given the numeral 104.|
|It can be a nerve-wracking time on guard duty so why not liven it up with noting kills.|
|Also the odd cry for help from above.|
|One of the main selling features of the CIV Bastion is the blood and offal vents that deposit remains directly to the galley for reclaimation.|
|Limpy's is fully equipped with some sort of internal cooking device, that gives off smoke and fumes both inside and out.|
|Limpy has spared no expense stealing someone else's sign to advertise his wares.|
|Everything all neatly posed for maxmum enjoyment.|
|Hekatrix Cutilda Corpsemaid stands on a variety of gladiatorial trophies that she herself has created.|
|Another Hekatrix; Morgore the Cutter carries her own Ultramarine scout round with her as some alien surfaces can scuff her silk soled booties.|
Adraxys Molech waited patiently in his sanctum for his guests. A Dracon within the Kabal of the Black Heart, his lair was small by many other standards but in his mind it was temporary. His throne stood on a raised dais with his silent Incubi guards flanking him. A bell chimed and unseen lackeys opened the sentient gutwood doors giving two barely audible groans. Two lithe figures strode in with graceful moves that more than hinted at gruesome violence at a moments notice.
"You are welcome honored Succubi of the Red Grief". Molech was careful not to name either first in case the other took offence.
Both nodded, eyes constantly scanning the room for threats or challenges. One spoke up;
"You wish to enter into an alliance to gather souls from realspace?".
"Indeed, that is the reason for your invitation".
The second then spoke "Molech, you are still a minor Dracon within the Black Heart, and as such my superiors are unwilling to give extensive aid. Myself and Serpentia however, feel that after that incident with Archon Faik being trapped in torment sarcophagus indefinitely, you could be a worthwhile ally. We shall both bring our personal retinues and I can call in a favour from the Blind Wind Reaver band and another from the Seven Clicks of Terror Hellion gang. With these we can start our endeavor". With that the two Succubi left.
Molech then called to his almost trusted lackey, "contact your spy in the Tower of Tortured Secrets; I want to find a world for a realspace raid. Make it interesting.".
Just a quick post to show my progress this month. I'm a member of a forum and they have a 'Finish your stuff challenge' so here's my entry for April. I was struggling to get the camera and lighting set up adequately so apologies for the fairly poor pics.
|First up are some Drukhari Wyches. Nails in combat but wearing wet tissue paper armour means they are not the most durable of troops.|
|Two Venom transports. When I started collecting this army, Venoms were the troops carrier of choice, now they fall far short of Raiders. Maybe when I paint up the Raiders these will be popular again. Nice models though.|
|This is a finecast Succubus that I acquired and had her first outing last week using the triptych whip and is a very scary combatant. Narrowly defeated by Nurgle Daemon Prince.|
|My next set of reinforcements for my Crusade army are these guys. Think I will give them dark lances as they scare the Bejasus out of everyone at the moment.|
|These are some Drukhari leftovers that will become themed objectives for my games. All credit for the construction goes to Dylan, as he is whom I got said objects from. I have one more made by him and a sixth one in the pipeline.|
|A Calladus Assassin for when I want to be sneaky as hell. At her feet is an old Delaque heavy's head painted to resemble a genestealer hybrid, so yes, this update does have a cultist in it (or at least a cultist's head).|
|Finally an old Orlock with a headswap. He also had his leg removed and the missing appendage is sitting on the second level of a tower waiting for a burst of enthusiasm to get finished. He has some greenstuff bandages and a single toe poking out of them. Not very hygienic but perhaps there are communal foot spas in the Grim Darkness of the 41st Millenium?|
|Murdo MacBatter Imperial Agent|
|These guys have some Genestealer bits adorning their bases.|
|Some Lizardman bits and part of an old Terminator heavy flamer.|
|I also converted the banner from a Chaos Knight standard, a greenstuff hat makes it looks less like the property of the ruinous powers.|
|"I would like to talk to you about God".|
|<Insert Kung Fu noises here>|
|Stabbing For Khaine!|
|Now Look the other way|
|Nothing says far future like a spring loader harpoon gun.|
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