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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

A little fun

So, I've been far too serious with my writing. I wanted a little fun. This is a passage about 329. It's as cheesy as you like. It was quite fun to go all in, full bore, to absolutely ham it up with the best of them. It was quite enjoyable.   So, take it for what it is - an overblown passage glorying in the totally over-the-top narrative. Thoughts most welcome!   =====    The first sign was the light.   It came on above the bunker doors without warni
The gathering storm

The Night Rovfugl and the Eland

OK, so I said I'd work a little on the Night Rofugl, but got entirely distracted by the encounter at Nowa Avestia after she drops off Barcza and his spec ops team, seen here:      There is a little foreshadowing I have not covered, and that's showing the Valkyrie LV-426, the Eland, resting on a landing pad the day before, so please bear that in mind. Nowa Avestia is the Resistance's headquarters. I know GSC cannot take the Valkyrie, but I think the model's great, so going to bend
The gathering storm

The Night Rovfugl's insertion

OK, OK, I pledge to get the Night Rovfugl and get some decent pics this weekend. I've been sitting on it for long enough. I apologise, family commitments over the holdays and the joy of being in hospital for a few days (yay?) somewhat threw me off track. Below is a passage about the Night Rovfugl, the Night Bird of Prey.   She's a predator. She will only attack if she is sure of a kill. Under other circumstances, she will flee. If cornered, she is like a cat, she'll put on a show al
The gathering storm

Zofia & Róża

I've never really turned my hand to 'romantic' scenes, but thought I'd think a little ahead in this small scene between Zofia Malmgren, the 280th's medic and Róźa Makówska, Sergeant of the 265th, from Comes the Sandstorm. I've sprinkled little hints in the text that there's an unspoken spark between them, but never made it blatant. I like my readers to fill in the gaps. That said, I've not posted any of this, yet! Haha   I believe the question I am asking is, 'does this work for you?'
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A request for my readers

So, firstly, may I take a moment to thank those who have followed my blog and the story of Prawa V. I am truly grateful for your feedback and support. It has spurred me on to continue writing.   Now, for the hard part. I've not received any negative criticism. I would like to invite you to take my writing apart and really lay the hammer down on me. Where am I am going wrong? What doesn't make sense? Which character(s) just doesn't make sense? I ask this because, while positive prais
GSCUprising

GSCUprising in The gathering storm

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The Hunt of the Night Rovfugl

I am so looking forward to completing one of my pledges - the Night Rovfugl, Barcza, and his team of Kasrkin. I will get this done this weekend. It is, quite honestly, one of the most adventurous models I have taken on. You ain't seen no Valkyrie yet, guys. And, in keeping with my mixing of languages and giving my vehicles some character, 'rovfugl' is akin to 'bird of prey' in Danish.   The Night Rovfugl flew blacked-out, its matte hull cutting low across the desert. No lights nor insi
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Jagieŀŀo inspects their prizes

The Resistance have finally captured the war machines they believe they require to make their stand.   Brutus, the Malcador, reliable, dependable the spine of their battleline. She will not fail them. She will hold the line, her battlecannon roaring, her sponsons blazing as she paves the way for the Resistance's advance. The Iron Duke, his twin Earthshaker cannons blasting holes in the enemy's fortifications. He guards those retreating and the wounded behind his massive blast shield
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Kaśnyk licks his wounds

I realise I've not posted a lot of late. Apologies.   This is the follow-up to the Resistance uncovering 329 and Kaśnyk and his squads attempting to prevent them. I'll be honest, not totally satisfied with this, but constructive criticism welcome.   =====   LV-426. The white-red-white livery of 2nd Company. Not a rescue bird but a retrieval asset. The paint was scratched, worn by desert grit, but unmistakable. Even before it touched down, the survivors of Kasnyk's s
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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
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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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