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It seems my original Executioners thread is archived so I have to start a new one, which is ok since I'm pretty much redoing the army and actually finishing it. The left is the original, but Reaper discontinued the blue steel I was using. The middle is what I ended up working with, which looks more like metallic Crimson Fists than Executioners. The right is my newest attempt, which I think is much closer to the Imperial Armour book (it is more bluish in person). So my goal with this is to repaint just the armor of what I have already done (6.5 tactical squads, 2 assault squads, 1 devastator squad with extra heavy weapon options, 1 sternguard squad, 2 dreadnoughts, about 20 terminators and a full command squad) plus finish out the last 1.5 tactical squads, a damocles command rhino, and 8 rhino/razorbacks.

Hello there! Welcome to the revival thread of my Blood Angels painting WIP/showcase. I used to have a thread here on B&C that got lost in the warp (lost during the B&C crash many years ago) and I didn't bother reviving it until now. First off...bit of a background. I've been a Blood Angels painter/collector going on 10+ years now with my first models purchased back in early 2010. I've always been fascinated with GW models ever since stumbling into a GW shop in my early teens (think the first one was in West Edmonton Mall) though could never really afford the models at an early age. Fast forward to about 10 years later when I graduated from University and got my first adult job, I treated myself to a box of Space Marine sniper scouts and paint set which has lead to this crazy addictive hobby. Over the years I've dabbled in many other armies and even model ranges but have always come back to the Blood Angels as I love the colour red and the entire model range of the army is in my opinion one of the best looking and versatile (from a bits perspective) in all of GW's lineup. Some quick points about my army: - I estimate I have over 20k points of painted models as of early 2020 - Painted model count is 360+ - I paint all my models using an airbrush first followed by manual brushwork afterwards - My latest red recipe is basecoat/prime with Vallejo Surface Primer Black, airbrush GW Mephiston Red, airbrush GW Evil Sunz Scarlet Reference Picture from an army photo done in Q4 2016 (approx. 15k 7th ed points) Models since the last army shot: Reaver Titan: And some non-army models:

I've been a long time lurker on here (since 2007 I believe) and finally grew some stones and signed up properly. I'm using this thread to document my return to 40k after not touching anything for 17 years. What will follow is my slow progress on my own Astartes chapter; the Ardent Swords. First up will be the chapter master and honour. The chapter master is still waiting for some bits to arrive so he'll probably be postponed to January at this rate. Hope you all enjoy watching my journey back into the grim darkness. First up; the honour guard. These chaps are built on the reiver base with extra bits stuck on. First time doing hand transplants with these guys and was more fiddly than expected.

Hey everyone, one of my new year's resolutions for 2015 has been to devote some more time to a couple of hobby projects that have been sitting on the backburner for quite a while. One of the projects in question is the one that will be detailed in this new thread of mine: My kitbashed Legio Custodes army, the Lionsguard. So what we are looking at here is a small army of Pre-Heresy Custodes, the Empire’s personal bodyguard. I have been in love with the Legio Custodes ever since I read through German WD 112 (from April 2005): Not only did it feature rules for a Horus Heresy campaign, but it also marked the first time I ever saw Dave Taylor’s spectacular Legio Custodes army. There was something about those guys that really clicked with me. And even now, quite a few years later, Dave’s Custodes are still easily one of my favourite armies ever. So the seed was planted, and when I took a at all the fantastic Space Marine kits, my love for the Legio Custodes was rekindled. I wouldn’t even have to work nearly as hard as Dave, since all the cool new bits would allow me to build the models by mostly sticking to kitbashing. So I did a bit of research and discovered some more great Custodes armies (Kaleb Daark’s Custodes thread here on B&C and Hashashin’s blog The Buddy Times come to mind, above all else). And so everything was in place. To make things a little more challenging, I wanted to kitbash the entire army from GW (plastic) parts. I also wanted to explore several different unit types: The iconic Praetorians with their conic helmets as well as Custodes in older pattern Astartes armour (again, a callback to Dave’s army), Cataphractii Terminators, jetbikes and maybe even Sisters of Silence. I started by building a small squad of Custodes Praetorians, using parts from the Grey Knights, Dark Angels Veterans and the Sanguinary Guard (and the occasional Tac Marine bit). I also used heads from the WFB White Lions of Chrace: http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/8/3/397563-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Custodians%2C%20Guardian%20Spears%2C%20Kitbash%2C%20Legio%20Custodes.JPG http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/8/3/397564-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Custodians%2C%20Guardian%20Spears%2C%20Kitbash%2C%20Legio%20Custodes.JPG http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/8/3/397569-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Custodians%2C%20Guardian%20Spears%2C%20Kitbash%2C%20Legio%20Custodes.JPG http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/8/3/397570-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Custodians%2C%20Guardian%20Spears%2C%20Kitbash%2C%20Legio%20Custodes.JPG http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/8/3/397567-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Custodians%2C%20Guardian%20Spears%2C%20Kitbash%2C%20Legio%20Custodes.JPG As you can see, this recipe allowed me to create a couple of pretty convincing Custodes models. Here’s a look at the whole squad: http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/8/3/397571-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Custodians%2C%20Guardian%20Spears%2C%20Kitbash%2C%20Legio%20Custodes.JPG Squad Heraklion One of the Praetorian squads in the Legio Custodes’ elite Lionsguard, squad Heraklion consists of warriors as fiercely loyal as they are accomplished. Clad in the traditional Praetorian plate and wielding an array of mastercrafted weapons, the members of the squad know no goal more important than guarding the life of their Emperor. Leading the squad is Centurio Jastilus Petrarca, a relatively young but exceedingly talented officer. In spite of his young age, the inside of his ceremonial plate already shows an astonishing number of engraved names and titles, earned through great feats and deeds of honour. As my next project, I started building a squad of Custodes in regular power armour. I am not sure whether there is any precedent for this in “official” HH artwork, but the fact that Dave Taylor had also done a squad like that was definitely a good enough reason for me ;-) I tried using different plastic parts to make the armour resemble various, older patterns of power armour that would have been widely used during the Heresy. My background for this squad is that they are basically “field-testing” different marks of armour before they are adopted for mass production for the Space Marine legions (and they sticking to their older armour even after the testing phase is completed, as a way of showing the pride they take in their task). Now I do of course realise that trying to kitbash this squad using "regular" GW plastic parts rather than actual Heresy era stuff by Forgeworld may seem like a pointless (and futile) exercise to many of your, but it was a part of the outline I had set for myself on this project, and also part of the fun First up, a model in armour resembling the Mk. III “Iron” pattern: http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/9/7/409516-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Legio%20Custodes%2C%20Paintjob%2C%20Space%20Marines%2C%20Tactical%20Squad.JPG Next, a model wearing armour resembling the Mk. V “Heresy” pattern: http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/9/7/409514-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Legio%20Custodes%2C%20Paintjob%2C%20Space%20Marines%2C%20Tactical%20Squad.JPG This next model was rather easy to complete, wearing straight up Mk. VI “Corvus” armour: http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/9/7/409517-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Legio%20Custodes%2C%20Paintjob%2C%20Space%20Marines%2C%20Tactical%20Squad.JPG There’s no actual precedent for the next model’s armour design. Still, I think the rather classical, almost "hoplite" look, makes it fit in rather well: http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/9/7/409519-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Legio%20Custodes%2C%20Paintjob%2C%20Space%20Marines%2C%20Tactical%20Squad.JPG And finally, the squad leader in mastercrafted armour (actually measly Mk. VII, but that hadn’t officially been invented during the Heresy, so…): http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/9/7/409521-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Legio%20Custodes%2C%20Paintjob%2C%20Space%20Marines%2C%20Tactical%20Squad.JPG All of the models in the squad were built using parts from different Marine or Chaos Space Marine kits, with a bit of deft cutting involved in places. Here’s the finished squad: http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/9/7/409523-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Legio%20Custodes%2C%20Paintjob%2C%20Space%20Marines%2C%20Tactical%20Squad.JPG Squad Asklepian, “The Artisans” The members of squad Asklepian forego the classic armament of the Legio Custodes and are instead clad in different marks of power armour. But this is no token of shame, for the squad’s honoured veterans are tasked with testing newly developed armour patterns in combat. That is why their armour is highly individual, with many different patterns across the squad. Some of its members are even wearing patterns that were never approved for mass production, yet they maintain their plate with utmost pride, sometimes even further embellishing it. For it is due to squad Asklepian’s diligent work that the legions of the Imperium may be armoured to the best possible standard, and Centurio Kletian Varios and his men take pride in that knowledge. Putting these guys together proved to be so much fun that I decided to add additional models to the squad until every armour pattern from Mk. I to Mk. VI was represented. Here’s a sneak peek at some additional models: http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2013/7/24/520121-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Legio%20Custodes%2C%20Power%20Armour%2C%20Pre-heresy.JPG After having built these two squads, I wanted to add a commander to make the models I had so far “legally” playable as a very small army -- at least in theory ;-) http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/10/17/422243-Adeptus%20Custodes%2C%20Conversion%2C%20Custodes%2C%20Legio%20Custodes%2C%20Paintjob%2C%20Shield%20Captain.JPG Shield Captain Fennias Andronicus, “The Old Lion” One of the commanding officers of the Lionsguard, Fennias Andronicus is a veteran of the Legio Custodes: Many are his honorary titles and names, and they cover every inch of the inside of his master crafted armour. Called “The Old Lion”, Shield Captain Andronicus’ age and experience make him a skilled and levelheaded tactician, yet his name is also synonymous with heroism and prowess in combat. When the Legio has to face an enemy on the field of battle, Andronicus leads from the front, relic blade in hand, and becomes and instrument of the Emperor’s wrath. So far for my first post about the Lionsguard. There's more to come -- much more, in fact: Since this project has been ongoing for a couple of years, I have lots and lots of additional models. Sadly, most of them remain yet unpainted, but I hope that I'll be able to change that sooner rather than later -- after all, once Forgeworld gets around to releasing "official" Custodes models, nobody will want to take a second look at my own effort So yeah, thanks for looking and stay tuned for more! And, as always, let me know what you think!

Find any remnants of the new betrayers that remain in the system. Use whatever and whoever you need. Take them or destroy them as you must. Do it now, my son.” -Rogal Dorn, upon learning of the Massacre at Isstvan V +++ Though Yartsev wore armor that bore markings of the 317th Grand Battalion of Iron Warriors, he only ever referred to his battalion as "The Gravel Eaters." They bore the name as both compliment and insult in equal measure. It had come from a particularly grueling campaign on some forgotten world at the edge of the Ghoul Stars, where they had dug their emplacements in the rough earth so fast that their allies remarked that they must have consumed the gravel beneath them rather than shoveling it. Yartsev had responded with a remark about excreting bricks, which earned him the favor of everyone in the 317th who heard it. But the siege ended and so did whatever good humor the Gravel Eaters possessed about their lot in the universe. They certainly hadn’t expected reassignment to the Sol Sector. Fortifying what few cities existed beneath Pluto's artificial atmosphere seemed like a thankless task and the Gravel Eaters hadn’t exactly relished rearguard duty. He remembered brawl after brawl between squads (the luster of Olympian discipline on full display). Better fighting lay well beyond the bounds of the Sol Sector. Proximity to the throne world meant nothing, either. What had the Emperor ever cared for them? When they received new orders from Perturabo himself though, then things had gotten interesting. Suddenly the Gravel Eaters became the vanguard, tasked with establishing a foothold in the domain of the Emperor Himself. Treachery had proved kind to them. No more nagging from useless Engiseers who didn’t understand the importance of a sound bunker versus yet another edifice in praise of the Machine God. Even better, they had killed the few Imperial Fists who Rogal Dorn had insisted oversee their work on Pluto. The arrogance of him. The swill-swallowing coward. They had dug themselves in for months, arrayed themselves for war in a way that might even make their temperamental primarch proud, and drilled until their post-human bodies sang in exhaustion. So the fact that Sigismund had broken their lines within the first minutes of engagement came as something of a surprise. They had assurances from Perturabo this would not happen. Their primarch said that any retribution coming for them would stay soundly on Terra after he crushed the Imperial Fists force bound for the Isstvan system. All that had fallen to shambles. Sigismund had come and brought the wrath of his father with him. Worse, he had brought a group of Imperial Fists that seemed as zealous as himself. Not just the idiots who stood in front of their damnable Temple of Oaths (Temple of Arse, more like), but every single legionnaire seemed a cut apart from the famous stoniness of the Imperial Fists. They roared their hate at the Iron Warriors for the oaths they had broken to the Emperor and then they bellowed their own dedication to the Iron Warriors’ eradication. Before Yartsev could even reload his bolter for the first time in the fight, he took a kick to the head that sent his empty weapon flying and his form sprawling against the opposite side of the tench he had occupied. He felt a massive blade crash his ribcage and pin him to the wall of the trench. The Black Sword gleamed with light from nearby fires, its ebony surface as dark as the sky above. “You will tell me where your Warsmith is, Iron Warrior.” Yartsev tried to spit at the First Captain of the Imperial Fists, but the saliva didn’t leave his MK II helm. He simply shook his head in protest, the pain of his impalement driving the words from his mouth. Sigismund tore his sword free and with a single swift stroke, split the Iron Warrior’s helm vertically. “Damn traitors. Can’t even follow the orders of a superior officer now.” +++ And thus it begins. With the all-but-confirmed plastic Heresy set coming at us in the fall, I took the plunge. More accurately I put my foot in the water to gage the the temperature, but yeah. I'm in there. So the idea for the force is to represent Sigismund and his brethren in the Age of Darkness, before the siege of Terra. These Fists are striking out across the Sol Sector on Dorn's orders and eliminating the remaining traitor legionnaires, like the Iron Warriors on Pluto (deployment I made up, happily accepting feedback on my Iron Warriors portrayal). I have some strong ideas about where Sigismund's character is at this point and how he starts thinking about the legions during this time. He isn't the first High Marshal yet. He isn't even the Emperor's Champion yet. But and that changes how he thinks. Anyway, expect some construction in the future and maybe some paint in late August/early September (when I'm back in school).

I read that the old Flesh Tearers had an inverted scheme for their Death Company, with the shoulders and helmet being red, while the rest of the body was black. My chapter, the Blood Suns, uses Flesh Tearer similar patterns, but they are normally Black shoulders, head, backpack, and leg greaves, like such. http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8082/8399725341_a452956475_b.jpg The idea is the chapter uses the iconography of a sun/star. They see the Imperium without the Emperor and Sanguinus as being like a red giant star, that has expanded in size and gobbled up it's system, but is at the end of it's life and will soon lose it's heat and collapse on itself, therefore they are named the Blood Suns. Therefore, they see a Marine's life being like a sun that has gone supernova, or turned into a black hole - the Black Rage is a marine's desire to see the end of everything, and destroy it all. So to make it a look like a supernova and a black hole, I'm going for an inverted white and black scheme, but I want some feedback on how this looks, and if it would be striking compared to the above. I'll post some model pictures in the morning when people are awake and I can set some out. But what is everyone's thoughts on this? http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8229/8400814308_0bd0479300_b.jpg White color for the supernova imagery, and the black center for a Black supernova. The Red trim and Red chest eagle sort of keeping the basic Blood Sun third color, seen in the original. I love the alternative scheme for Death Company done in the book with the Angels Encarmine having white Sanguinary Guard as well, but I wondered if people think this would work on an actual model. Last consideration: I have a lot of those 3rd edition death company bodies that I'll be using for them models, and I have (with considerable effort) magnetized the backpacks to make sure they're flexible, so this is why I want to make sure I get the colors right. But if not, they'll strip easily being pewter/lead!

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They lurched forward in waves, unnatural and rancid figures, resembling Space Marines but their countenances blighted and sullied with the stench of decay. Murky swarms of flies churned around them as they shuffled along on deformed limbs. Their rusted armor was greasy with the mucus that oozed from pocked carapaces bestrewn with sores. They held oxidized, grime-coated weapons in arms disfigured by foul disease. Despite their decomposing demeanors, these disgusting parodies of Space Marines were still formidable enemies. Wherever their weapons hit, men fell screaming, dark strains of crippling sickness spreading through their bodies. Weapons barely even fazed them, blasts and bolts absorbed into gnarled fusions of tissue and ceramite plate. Although the Guardsmen outnumbered them many times over, nothing seemed to interrupt the lethargic, scattered march of the Plague Marines. A discordant symphony of piercing shrieks, guttural death-rattles and the buzzing of warp-spawned pests followed them. Lieutenant Selwyn Barras cursed the day he had ever set foot on Ephesos. His regiment had come to the feudal world in response to bombastic claims that the dead were rising and slaughtering the human population. Barras’ superiors had put down the preliminary reports to the superstitious hysteria of barely-civilized serfs toiling in dark lowlands, growing meager rice in paddy fields. Following their deployment, however, regimental commanders soon assessed the blunt reality. Epidemics had ravaged Ephesos for months, but rather than alerting Terra to the outbreaks, the planetary governor had remained doggedly focused on ensuring that the world supplied its regular tithe of rice bushels to the Imperium. The governor and his staff had been the only ones off-planet to know about the hastily-dug mass graves containing the hundreds of thousands of peasants claimed by the spreading pestilence. They had broken their silence only when reanimated corpses had clambered out of their crude, shared tombs, ravaging all living things lucklessly in their paths. Fortunately, the mindless undead could not hope to match the exceptional training and veteran leadership of an Imperial Guard regiment. Rot rendered once-human bodies into soft meat easily torn apart by laser fire. Defeating the zombie hordes had proved more time-consuming than challenging, and in a matter of weeks, most of Ephesos’ key cities had been reclaimed by the Astra Militarum. Nature had not borne the plagues, nor their horrific creations. Unbeknownst to everyone, a Death Guard warband had instigated it all, and they were none too pleased at the disruption of their plans. They had attacked overnight, hobbling across the horizon. Regimental headquarters had instructed Barras to defend a dilapidated fortification along a stone wall running from a great river to a small inlet of a distant sea. The primitive masons who had constructed the barricade, with their highly limited knowledge of the universe in which they lived, would never have fathomed that the bulwark would someday be a citadel for the Imperial Guard against infernal demi-gods. “Not much we can do without plasma weapons, much less armored support,” Barras murmured to himself, chewing on his lower lip. He let out a troubled sigh. Commissar Aelia Tremelle, an ever-present face on the frontlines, could read the concern on Barras’ face as they observed the Plague Marines easily routing the forward positions. “The Emperor protects!” she yelled over the din of battle. What Tremelle lacked in persuasion she made up for in force of will. She was an ardent believer in the Imperium, and it was not hard to share her certainty, to emulate her zeal and unquestioning loyalty. Usually when Barras spied Tremelle’s peaked hat and fancily decorated coat, it bolstered his morale, reminded him that the all-powerful God-Emperor safeguarded humanity, against enemies both material and immaterial. This time was different. He reckoned by morning it was more probable he and the rest of the unit would be host to maggots rather than Tremelle’s unflappable passion. He buried his pessimism, though, knowing he could not risk revealing it. Tremelle would have used it as an excuse for a summary execution, but Barras did not fear his own death. He was more afraid that his despair would dishearten the rank-and-file, the men and women who depended on him for strength and guidance. Tremelle inspired them with moral purity, but it was from Barras they looked for leadership. If they saw him wavering, giving in to doubt and fear, they would resign themselves to annihilation. It was unlikely they could win against heretic Astartes, of course, but victory was not the goal now. Their objective was to offer the strongest resistance they could muster, to not give a single inch freely to the approaching traitors and their Chaos overlords. He grabbed the Aquila necklace he wore and pressed it against his lips. Readying his bolt pistol, he turned from Tremelle to face the soldiers who had fixed their wide eyes upon him, their las-rifles primed. His heart thudded in his chest in anticipation as he searched for the words. “Have no fear! We will never surrender! We fight for humanity and the Emperor! All of you: die standing! Be ready to greet the Emperor with pride!” Tremelle cheered first as he finished, a booming hurrah, which the enlisted ranks copied with raucous shouting of their own. The speech, as brief as it was, had done its job. Barras aimed toward the Plague Marines and fired. Lasers flashed past him, hitting their targets with great accuracy, but with minimal effect. The Death Guard traitors kept up their relentless march, cascades of shells spewing from their filth-encrusted weapons. Beside him, the side of Tremelle’s head exploded outward in a gory mess. Her corpse toppled over in the same direction seconds later. A determined Guardsman took her place. Tremelle had often spoke of her demise in hallowed, sacred terms, promising it would be a noble sacrifice. In truth, Barras saw nothing poetic or dignified about it. Instead, he wished that he would meet his death as quickly and unexpectedly as she had. “Look!” Barras swung his head around and saw a trooper pointing heavenward. Following the upturned finger with his eyes, Barras noticed a trail of fire blazing across the sky. It looked as though a meteor storm had suddenly broken out over Ephesos, another ominous omen to go along with the dead rising and demonic corruption. He could not long take his gaze away from the oncoming scourge; their drumming bolters would not permit them to be ignored. Each concussive shot that landed sent dirt, blood and viscera flying. It took every ounce of willpower to take decent aim and fire, and every fiber of his courage not to lose his nerve when he saw a Plague Marine disregard the shot when it landed. The only weapon he possessed which was serving its function was his faith, for it was that alone that kept him rigid to where he stood. Providence appeared to reward that faith. As the apparent meteoroids drew nearer, gaining ever more spectacular speed, it became clear they were something else entirely. They were drop pods of the Adeptus Astartes, and with ear-popping booms they plunged into the earth to the west of Barras’ position. Rocks and rubble sailed high in the air. Almost immediately pod doors whisked open, releasing their enormous occupants. The head of every soldier in Barras’ unit, the lieutenant himself included, had turned to gawk at the Space Marines in awe. In their power armor, they stood just over eight feet tall. To call them colossuses would barely do them justice. Despite looking like the figures of men, they were nevertheless alien and threatening, exuding auras of overwhelming violence. Their faces were hidden behind their helms, muzzle-mouthed and skull-faced, with piercing red lenses. Their armor was a pale tone of gray with yellow trim, and on their left pauldron a red scorpion raised its stinger menacingly against a white circle. In fluid motions, they smacked their bulky gauntlets on the stone eagle emblazoned over their breastplates before breaking out into sprints toward the Plague Marines. It seemed absurd that giants could move with such amazing celerity. Barras’ eyes were fixed on the goliath leading the charge. While his brothers mostly fired bolters, he carried a two-handed maul with two heads, each swathed in a powerful disruptor field. Letting out a growl that sounded distorted and harsh through his helmet speakers, the Marine swung his gigantic hammer and pounded an unsteady Plague Marine square in the chest. The sparking force field around the hammer’s head flashed on impact, amplifying the already inhuman strike to insane levels of strength. The Plague Marine flew backwards, landing and skidding around twenty yards away. Not dwelling on what he had just done, the maul-wielding Marine shouted to his comrades: “Let free the retribution of the Emperor, my brothers! Purge the unclean!” Unbelievably, the fallen Plague Marine rose again, a crater on his chest, dazed but not nearly incapacitated. It took a few more steps before being engulfed in a searing fireball. Many of the Marines wearing the scorpion heraldry carried flamers, and were using them liberally to submerge their Death Guard foes in infernos. The consuming blazes did little to dismay their shambling targets, and most of the Plague Marines continued firing their bolters and swinging their blades even as the flames scorched their armor and burned away their fetid flesh. Rather than seek their survival, they seemed to welcome death once it was credibly offered to them, as if it were some cherished gift. One of Barras’ soldiers let out a whoop of deliverance, sparking a chorus of additional supportive yells. With renewed dynamism, the Guardsmen resumed firing volleys, even if it was a weak supplement to the strength and firepower of the Adeptus Astartes. A small quantity of Plague Marines had died, but more were gradually closing in on their newly arrived attackers. Methodical salvos of bolter, flamer and plasma fire from the loyalist Marines thrashed the ranks of the Death Guard warband, but few were stopped, and eventually the two forces met. A helmetless heretic, his head resembling a moldering shriveled prune, grappled with the Space Marine commander, a humming chainsword gripped in one tremendous fist. His dark moss-colored armor seemed to leak with sludge. The Space Marine commander tried to shove him away, but his gauntlet slid clear due to the slimy gunk. The Death Guard warrior lunged, slashing his chainsword across the commander’s shoulder and blood sprayed through the split in the armor. The commander responded by slamming his elbow into his opponent’s belly and jumping backward, trouncing his maul onto neck and head. Like the rotted fruit it resembled, the Plague Marine’s head broke open, bone and brain obliterated in an eruption of filthy carnage. The decapitated body fell away as more enemies loomed. The scene became a festival of massacres, a carnival of blood and ferocity. A Space Marine fighting beside the commander died, an axe plunged into the space beneath his helm, and he fell to the sound of his own gurgling blood. Another Space Marine swept up his dead comrade’s bolt pistol and emptied the magazine into the killer. He was instantly set upon by a Plague Marine carrying a combat knife, which in Barras’ much smaller hands would easily have been a sword. The Chaos-corrupted Marine drove the serrated blade into the gap between breastplate and helmet before wrenching it out. He stabbed repeatedly, laughing with horrid glee, until the Space Marine collapsed. He was so caught up in his homicidal mania that he did not even notice the Astartes commander swinging his maul until it landed on his back, shattering his spine. The hammer rose and fell over and over, quickly turning the Plague Marine into a bludgeoned corpse. The battle was even, with the Space Marines winning slightly, but Barras wondered how long that would go on. The Death Guard Marines, though few in number, were only stoppable by extreme use of firepower or overwhelming brute force. In a conflict of pure attrition, the advantage lay with the nigh-invulnerable plague-bearing juggernauts. They were, Barras thought to himself, avatars of the inevitable entropy in the universe, the unpleasant but nevertheless harsh truth that all things, no matter how glorious or precious, would someday collapse and congeal, falling to ruin. Even the Imperium of Man, for all its splendors and righteousness, would at some point vanish from the universe, just as the brightest suns in the galaxy would fade into cold dark masses…. He was shaken from these heretical thoughts by the rumbling sound of Thunderhawks howling from behind him, their wing mounted guns blasting away. One by one, the Plague Marines exploded in a series of massive detonations. With almost stoic passivity, the more distant Death Guard survivors were torn apart by over-sized battle cannons spewing high-explosive rounds, others shredded by the shrapnel created by the rounds’ shell casings. The aircrafts banked around as they passed overhead, coming in low to the ground. When they landed, they unloaded streams of Space Marines, around twenty in each. From one, an enormous war machine strode clumsily down an exit ramp, roughly thirteen feet tall and just as wide. It moved in thumping, trifling steps, and its arms were weapons: the left was a steel arm capped by a wide chainsaw fist the size of an adult human, and the right was a long cannon with coils along its length that glowed dull blue. The battle ended soon thereafter. Barras’ men, exhausted and mortified by their brush with certain death, relaxed their discipline and slouched against the walls, some leaning on their firearms. Barras felt the urge to join them, but stopped when he spotted the Space Marine commander moving towards him. He snapped to attention, just as he had done years ago at the officers’ academy. He did his best to remain composed, but reflexively blanched at the noisy bluster of servos from the Marine’s armor joints. The Astartes had set aside his maul, and with gauntleted hands removed his helm. Underneath, his head was bald and leathery tan, marred with crisscrossed scars. His eyes were a light and watery blue, blank and unfocused. Barras smiled softly, hoping a relaxed and warm expression would obscure his nervousness before one of the God-Emperor’s chosen. Of course, he knew that was as futile as resisting an Inquisitor. “I’m Lieutenant Selywn Barras, my lord,” he began, “and we’re glad to see you…” “I am Brother-Captain Creon Mindarus,” the Astartes interrupted, “of the Red Scorpions’ Fourth Company. My orders are to purge this quadrant of the planet. Inquisitor Xanthus of the Ordo Malleus informed us that the traitors of the Fourteenth Legion were attempting to summon a powerful daemon, a harbinger of rot and ruin.” Barras nodded. “Well, it would appear your mission was accomplished.” “Not yet,” Creon said curtly. “Our orders were to cleanse this planet of Chaos taint, Lieutenant, and for us, that means all who were exposed to the corruption on Ephesos. Your unit has been deployed on the planet for several months, has it not?” Barras arched an eyebrow. “Y-Yes, my lord, to wipe out the walking dead…” “A task you did satisfactorily,” Creon replied with a cold monotone. “Yet, it was an error sending your regiment here. Despite its many commendations, you have one inherent flaw: you are mere humans.” He titled his head to one side briefly and clicked his tongue. “Well, most of you, at least. Your regiment has squads of abuhumans, yes?” “Y-You mean the Ogryns?” Barras stammered. “I have nothing to do with them!” The Astartes captain raised a hand to halt the protestations. “Your intentions are irrelevant. Even without the presence of abhumans, your regiment has been exposed to plagues and poxes your unmodified immune systems could not resist with guaranteed success. Rather than risk allowing you to leave Ephesos and potentially infect others, the chapter has decided to liquidate your regiment as part of our operations.” Barras went ashen as the blood drained from his face. His jaw dropped several centimeters and his eyes grew wide. “T-This is wrong! We did our duty!” “You did what was expected of you,” Creon responded with indifference. “Nevertheless, you cannot claim direct descent from the Emperor himself, as we can. Even few Astartes chapters truly do.” There was no pride on his lips; he spoke matter-of-factly. “You are flawed by your very nature, and thus, a liability. Your sacrifice serves the Imperium.” On instinct, Barras moved to run. Obviously the Astartes was faster. He reached out and clutched Barras’ neck in his gauntleted fingers. The Guardsman struggled in the grip, choking for air. Creon tightened his hold, crunching bone and cartilage with hardly a tensing of his muscles. Lifted off the ground, Barras’ feet kicked for solid contact, but soon went limp. The Astartes dropped him to the ground, where he fell with a thud. By this time, the worn and weakened soldiers of the unit had noticed the execution of their commander. As they processed what they were seeing, they also noticed that the charcoal-clad Space Marines had encircled them – and were now pointing their bolters, flamers, and plasma guns at them. Creon made a small motion with his hand and the Marines fired in unison, cutting down the surviving Guardsmen with ruthless efficiency. As lasers and flame reflected in his icy blue eyes, Creon whispered: “Purge the unclean.”

Hello all! It's been a while since I was last active on this forum and I notice you've since invited xenos and all sorts of other denizens of the galaxy to poke their foot in the door! Here are some pics of my latest project, a Squat 'count-as' Space Marine force. I've not made huge amounts of progress on painting them, but I'm really loving the models so far: Scout snipers: Tactical squad: Techmarine with Thunderfire / Quad Cannon: Sternguard: Captain: I've got a few other bits to build including a unit of Centurions inspired by this excellent conversion, a Land Speeder (Gunhauler), a rhino (Goliath) and a termite. Watch this space for updates, would love to hear your thoughts, feedback and suggestions for the army!

Here's a batrep I did up for a 2K Maelstrom game vs the heinous Admech. They apparently thought Guilliman was going to appoint Cawl as the Archmagos of the Admech and all hell broke lose and Ultramarines were being attacked all over Mars.... Here's a pretty pivotal moment.... ++ This is not an Ultramarine going into a donut shop. It's 'counts as' Calgar going toe to toe with an Admech Knight. The Inceptors and the Ultramarines' back line watch on in disbelief (at the insane heroism or stupidity is yet to be determined) ++ Check it out here: http://www.bolterandchainsword.com/topic/336907-prots-quick-batrep-ultramarines-vs-admech-2k-maelstrom/?p=4826198

Inspired by some of the great work here I have decided to share the models that I've painted for my (constantly evolving) homebrew chapter the Redemptors. I will be regularly updating this area with information and pictures as they develop. Chapter Datafile: Redemptors Founding: 2nd Founding/M31 Progenitor Legion: Ultramarines Known Descendants: none Homeworld: Arcadia Allegiance: Loyalist Notable History: Stationed in the eastern portion of the Ultima Segmentum during the Great Crusade as a part of the 7th Chapter of the Ultramarines, those that were to become the Redemptors were not on Calth during the atrocities perpetrated by the Word Bearers. They did not hear of the Word Bearers' betrayal until much later, too late to assist in the defense of Calth and the 500 Worlds. When they were finally able to make their way to the Ultramar region, thanks to the beacon of Pharos, they found that a clear divide had formed between those that had been in and around Calth and those that had not. At the request of the captain leading this group of Ultramarines they were sent back to the eastern portion of the Ultima Segmentum to protect the eastern borders of the Imperium. They could not face to be in the presence of their fellow Ultramarines feeling as if they had failed protect their brothers in their greatest hour of need. This group of Ultramarines formed a small fortress on the planet of Arcadia. Eventually this planet would become the homeworld of the Redemptors when they became their own chapter during the 2nd Founding in M31. Arcadia was an agriworld with limited industrialization. Referred to as 'The Garden' by its inhabitants, Arcadia was selected by the Redemptors as a place of solace which must be defended from the Imperium's enemies. After the destruction of Calth, Arcadia and the surrounded region was seen as a place of new beginnings for the Ultramarines, who would later become the Redemptors. Arcadia was an idyllic vision of all that was good about Humanity and its expansion throughout the galaxy. The Mechanicum had not been allowed to ravage the land with sprawling factories and forges as it had in so many other planets during the Great Crusade. Arcadia was similar to the 500 Worlds before the destruction of Calth and the Ruinstorm. However, the Edenic way of life on Arcadia was not to last, in M36. During the Age of Apostasy, as the Imperium was wracked by civil war, Arcadia was devastated by an incursion of the Death Guard. Plague and disease followed in their wake. The war was long and brutal, Mortarian's legion had established a foothold on Arcadia and no amount of bombardment would dislodge them from the planet. The Redemptors had to fight on the Death's Guard's terms; brutal trench warfare lasted for many years. Eventually the Death Guard were expelled from Arcadia but the cost was great. Fully half of the Redemptors were killed in the conflict and Arcadia's landscape had changed. No longer did forests and fields cover the planet. Instead, craters and ruined machines of war dotted the landscape. The blight that followed in the steps of the Death Guard eventually dissipated (unlike natural blight, that of Mortarian's sons is quick and instantaneous but seems to require their presence to sustain itself) but the damage had been done. The Redemptors did what they could to help the populace rebuild but Arcadia has never fully recovered. The Adeptus Astartes are both a boon and a curse to a world such as Arcadia. They offer protection but destruction seems to follow them wherever they choose to set up operations. The ravaging of Arcadia led to the Redemptors adopting the saying, "Et in Arcadia ego" in memory of the idyllic world how it once was. The name Redemptors was given to the newly formed Chapter to reflect the self-held belief that they needed to atone for their absence at Calth. Their Chapter heraldry, the Fleur de lis was inspired by the ancient Terran crusader Sharlmaen c. M1. The red face plate and gauntlets represent the Chapter’s self-inflicted censure for not arriving at Calth in time to fight the traitorous Word Bearers. The Redemptors have retained the red marks of shame on their battle plate as a reminder of their past failures. The Redemptors zealously defend the eastern area of the Ultima Segmentum from all xenos and traitor legions. In the last few centuries the Redemptors had participated in numerous battles with the T'au empire and the resurgent Death Guard. ***Below and in following posts I will be posting pictures of models that I am currently working on and have finished.*** Redemptors attacking a fortified Death Guard position. Wounded Redemptor - finished this guy last night.

greetings, I'm coming from 40k0. Been lurking B&C painting/modelling section for a while and I thought i'd start posting and sharing my work. here's my start on the Imperial Fists 5th company. This project is looking pretty exciting, I'm looking to really bring these guys to life and develop the Chapter a bit more. hopefully I'll have more to share as I finish some modeling and christen my handy-dandy new airbrush with craploads of yellow. Sorry for the bad pictures, believe or not these were the best ones of the batch... Just looking to share and fishing for C&C. http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f390/augustmanifesto/imperial%20fists/102.jpg http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f390/augustmanifesto/imperial%20fists/103.jpg http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f390/augustmanifesto/imperial%20fists/105.jpg http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f390/augustmanifesto/imperial%20fists/106.jpg http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f390/augustmanifesto/imperial%20fists/107.jpg http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f390/augustmanifesto/imperial%20fists/111.jpg http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f390/augustmanifesto/imperial%20fists/109.jpg http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f390/augustmanifesto/imperial%20fists/108.jpg

Good Morning Everyone! Here is my work in progress Pre-heresy Night Lords. They are the 4th Company, the Ruthless Lords. I've just very recently started in my Night Lords collection, and as I've been kinda short on funds for my Wargaming purposes lately, I've been making due with what I've been able to get my hands on. Without Further Adieu, I present to you the first of my 8th Legion! Cant have Night Lords without a few Raptors I made these guys like a week before Forgeworld released the official Night Raptors so I facepalmed a bit there, but alas, I dont think I did too bad. I did my best to chop off the chaos points and daemony stuff, and the converting challenge was quite fun. http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0511_zpsa981b029.jpg The Huntsman wields a homemade Nostraman Chainglaive made from 2 of the Warp Talon Wings and a chainsword blade. He also bears a few trophies of judgement, a helmet and hunk of a rib cage (courtesy of the kroot from my Tau army) http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0512_zps88f73905.jpghttp://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0513_zpsd387ebca.jpg Next up we have chainsword and plasma pistol guy. Pretty simple, nothing too special here. http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0517_zpsf87447c6.jpg On to the Lightning claw/plasma pistol guy! I actually made this guy with a power fist before I got Book II: Massacre, and so I chopped off the fingertips and threw on some claws really quick haha I also greenstuffed a little strip on his shoulder pad just to brake the flatness http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0514_zpsc8b3b8df.jpghttp://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0515_zpsa40c3fc7.jpghttp://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0516_zps5547c501.jpg Dual Claws guy. I did a little work to him just to make the pose more original. Simply cut the claw and put it on a bent arm http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0519_zps6e4c26c6.jpghttp://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0520_zps1ea691a0.jpg Power Sword Raptor. This guy I wanted to have a power sword, but I didnt want to use the one from the Raptors set and didnt have any fitting ones around, and laying about in my bits was the Forgeworld Fulgrim Blade of Laer (I custom made my own sword for the model, I'll show you guys later) and so I threw it on just for kicks. Its a bit big, but he's just the one guy whos like, "screw this chainsword crap, I'm stealing a Primarch sword!" haha despite its size, its merely a power sword, sorry pal! http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0521_zps4bfba3f7.jpghttp://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0522_zps0ac492f1.jpg Sorry if the picture quality isnt the best, as they are in progress of getting a basecoat. Although i am making the 4th Company, i'm using these Night Lords in the Drop Site Campaign, so I am also making a few of the notable Night Lords Heroes from Massacre, the first of which being Flaymaster Llansahai. I havent seen a single person make a model of him, so I thought I might as well be the first! on his right shoulder pad, I'm going to paint it to be a flayed Orc face http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0483_zps095e31ba.jpg http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0485_zps8adbd197.jpg http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0487_zps26ea324a.jpg http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/Terimus/Night%20Lords/DSC_0488_zps4c076a7d.jpg So there are the beginnings of my army! I'll have some more stuff coming up soon! Comments and Criticism are welcome and appreciated! -Terimus