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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 first steps toward freedom

The desert waystation

Just a little context for this. The Resistance are looking to expand their influence and, working within the Imperial PDF structure, they are putting out their feelers for those who may be persuaded to come over to their side. Our narrator and his squad are visiting a desert waystation on a 'routine' patrol.   The trading post was pungent, as these places always were — the stale odour of too many bodies packed into a confined space, sweat soaked deep into the wood and threadbare rugs.
The first steps toward freedom

Awakening an ancient beast

The dust had not yet fully settled when the officer strode forward, his boots crunching over the fallen rubble. He was a broad-shouldered man with a hard-set jaw, his uniform stained with sweat and sand. Despite the years of quiet subjugation, the vestiges of military discipline clung to him like an ill-fitting coat. He turned and barked an order, his voice sharp against the thick silence.   "Get those lamps in here! Engineers, with me!"   The beams of portable floodlights cu
Introductions

Meeting the Primus

I'm going break character a moment and preface this entry with a little context for you. I've never liked the Genestealer's Kiss mechanic; it's always felt like a bit of a McGuffin to me in terms of story, a quick and easy way to move the story along. So, as this blog continues and follows our narrator, it's going to become obvious he's not been taken by it. He has met the Patriarch, though he does not know the true horror of its monstrosity, being shrouded and cloaked but the encounter has left
Introductions

A distant world, toiling under the yoke of oppression

There are three great Hive Cities on Prawa V: Prawa Prime, Prawa Secundus, and Prawa Ten Drugi. Ten Drugi is my home, the home of my brothers and sisters in the Miners' Guild of Shaft VII. The Imperial overseers rule with iron fists, their myriad bureaucrats ensconced within towering spires, tallying each unit of ore we rip from the rock. They ensure that every shortfall is met with punishment—banishment to the sands rather than execution. After all, our labour is vital for the sector, despite n
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