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About this blog

I'm going to use this to document the slowly-building Genestealer Cult uprising on Prawa V. I am grateful for the opportunity to show off my models and a little bit of my storytelling. I hope you enjoy.

 

For the time being, all models are painted to 'battle ready' standard while I get my painted army assembled. I intend on going back over them to do the finer details once my painting goal is achieved.

 

I welcome all constructive criticism on both the painting and the writing!

 

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The gathering storm

Mødet med nomaderne - Meeting with the nomads

Firstly, my apologies for any errors in my Danish. I am far better at Polish! I hope these three passages help to bring to life the different waves of settlers who arrived on Prawa V over the centuries. I also hope it deepens the mystery of Mona a little. As always, comments, criticism, etc. most welcome. Thank you.   If you're interested in pronunciation, it's Jagiełło (yah - gee - eh - woh - soft G), Stenrik (steen - rik), Kasnyk (cash - nik - yes, I am aware I've missed out the accent
The gathering storm

We need to talk about Marek

The vault walls were old steel, streaked with oxidation and reinforced with thick slabs of desert-cut stone. Lamplight traced long shadows across maps, dataslates, and supply manifests scattered over a folding table at the centre of the room.   “They found him slumped in the runner,” she said, voice soft. “Or, at least, what remained. No one heard the shot.”   “They weren’t meant to.” Jagiełło didn’t look up from the slate he was reviewing. He paused. "The round was designed
The gathering storm

The Resistance Gathers

A bit of a longer post today, but I couldn't decide where would be an appropriate place to break it up. Sorry if it's a slog, but hopefully you enjoy. Constructive criticism is welcome, as always.   The cellar was dry, dark, and cold in the way only stone could be. It had once been used for storage—wine, perhaps, or sealed grain back when the trade station was younger. Now it was quiet, its walls lit by low-burning lamps and the soft hum of activity above. The building that sat atop it
The gathering storm

A glimpse into the future

I'd like to say thank you to those who have been following the story of Prawa V. I appreciate your support. I've been writing about Prawa V and the 280th since the latter half of last year and I am way ahead of the passages I have posted here.  I've found my writing has significantly improved over the past few months and I've also drifted away from writing the little vignettes as I feel I cannot convey everything I want in them. Thus, I am writing longer, fuller texts now and would welcome your
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