They came from the blackness

[Brother Garrod]

i hadnt thought about using him with night lords , thats actually a really good use of that ba chappie

[Bewlay]

Thanks Garrod

 

Master Raxhen, Master of Terror, Former Captain of 17th Company.

Amongst the Masters of the Weepers there is one who is respected above all, one whose rank rivals the Bloodtears himself, someone whose position within the Company is merely a fashion of atonement, he is Raxhen. A captain during the Great Crusade, Raxhen lead 17th Company to victory after victory, a successful company due to their blunt tactics and head strong assault, they were a particularly bloodthirsty force however Raxhen wasn’t, he was calm and collective leading his band of murderous angels into the eye of the storm. However not all did go to plan. As legend states, Raxhen and 17th Company headed straight towards a xenos world, all was lost for 17th Company when their entire force was tactically out matched by the alien scum. With the majority of the fleet blasted out of orbit and the ferocious Astarte’s cut down to a man, Raxhen remained, centred in the blasted battlefield. He was ready to die, until Dreadclaws rained down, the xenos were caught off guard as the Night Lords reinforcements piled in, it is said that the Bloodtear himself gracefully fell to the planet and with his Dreadmask, let out a scream that terrified the aliens, they ran before the might of the Bloodtear, straight into the Night Lords own trap. And so the Bloodtear offered the desolate Master into his own Company, and there he would stay, shards of broken mirror, his glorious reputation but a mere memory.

Upon his move into 14th Company, near the time of the Siege of Terra, Raxhen was gifted a suit of Power Armour, master crafted by the Company’s greatest artificers, and also a blade, forged by the Bloodtear himself, known as the Horrorist. As well as physical gifts Raxhen was given charge of the Terrorists, the highest ranking unit of the Company. And with that Raxhen became Master of Terror, of the Weepers. He keeps himself to himself, only confiding to the Bloodtear himself. Even the Terrorists have a merely mutual agreement to their Master; he tends to leave them when not on the battlefield. His relationship with the Bloodtear has flourished though, from once simply Legionary Brothers, they have formed a friendship that surpasses that of the Bloodtears others, because of this Raxhen has gained respect from all aspects of the Company, even the mysterious Artificer granted him a mask in the likeness of their gene-father, built in with empty eyes and piercing amplifiers, to further horrify the enemy.

When at war Raxhen will be at the Bloodtears side, as they plan out the order of events for the unlucky populace and when he is needed he will don his jump pack and with his Terrorists, descend upon the foe, with wails and screams and glorious chaos.

 

Sorry for the bad image

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords003-1.jpg

 

So what do you think?

[Chapter Master Ignis Domus]

Something looks a bit off on him. It's either the head position, or a static pose. I can't figure it out, though. Otherwise, it's excellent. :)

[Bewlay]

Something looks a bit off on him. It's either the head position, or a static pose. I can't figure it out, though. Otherwise, it's excellent. :tu:

 

Hmmm, I don't know what you mean, maybe he'll look better with a base :D

 

Anyway heres a better pic of him

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords001-1.jpg

 

A newly painted Company Command

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords003-2.jpg

 

And some sneak peeks of future characters

 

Marek

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords002-1.jpg

 

And Incareal

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords007-1.jpg

[Brother Garrod]

inspired me to try something similar with that chappie , going to be lopping his head and lower legs off though ;p going to have him leading my raptors i think.

Incareal is looking interesting

[Tyrannicide]

...using Astorath's upper half for a Night Lord is a golden idea.

[Bewlay]

Well good times bad times, sadly my LGS has shut down, we've have rented a hall so we can still play but I've been going to that store for over 9 years and its sad to see it go.

However everything had to go so I picked up a couple of things cheap.

 

Also my bases came, so I managed to base my Sorcerer and Ogryn

 

So here come the pics! (but sadly they were quickly taken and are a bit rubbish)

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords005.jpg

 

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords004-1.jpg

 

And I did a major change to Land Speeder (I don't go for the boring norm :rolleyes: )

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords001-2.jpg

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords002-2.jpg

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords003-3.jpg

 

Also I want to thank everyone for your positive comments, I really appreciate it.

[Bewlay]

Hmmm, maybe the Land Speeder isn't a popular as I thought :devil:

 

However maybe something small scale will entice your interests

So first is

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords004-2.jpg

 

Also cookie for who ever sees the difference, between these and the originals

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords001-3.jpg

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords002-3.jpg

 

And finally a small story for you all, describing the first major encounter between the Weepers and the Death Spectres, please review I love writing but I'm not very good at it

 

All is not peaceful within the Ghoul Stars; the Weepers have more than enough enemies to keep them on their feet. From minor Xeno races to the tendrils of Hive Fleet Jormungandr, Ork settlements to Imperial sectors but there are two forces that face the Weepers with enough strength to destroy them, the foul Dark Eldar, who constantly and sometime successfully raid the homeworld of the Weepers and the Death Spectres, loyalist scum to the corpse emperor. Due to the Imperium’s history, the Death Spectres and the Weepers have feuds that surpass others within the area.

The Death Spectres are of unknown geneseed and created during the mysterious 13th Founding. With pale skin and dark eyes they are believed to be successors of the Raven Guard however because of their unknown origins that cannot be proved and instead speculation has now started of the similarities between the Death Spectres and another pale skinned, black eyed Legion.

The first and most major clash between the Astarte forces was the invasion of the Threash System. Threash is a relatively small system containing 4 worlds, 3 inhabitable and the last being a mighty gas giant. Signals had been sent to the primary world of the Threash system, Stah IV, that disturbances had been made by small renegade Astarte’s, it was believed these were part of a small band of pirate that were heading toward Threash. Stah IV and the other worlds put up their defences and prepared for a minor invasion. The garrison troops were not alone however, because of prophecies declared by the chapters Librarians, the Death Spectres sent the entire 4th company as well as 7th company in reserve.

The Night Lords did not contain a few numbers; instead they entered the system with their entire fleet. Fear was key, and slowly they made their way towards Stah IV, the anticipation of their arrival lead many of the population to suicide. However the Weepers drawn out appearance, back fired as the Death Spectres called in reinforcement. The fleet was in orbit, the Imperial Navy was not in the area and the only off planetary defences were merchant ships and the Loyalists Strike Cruisers. The Weepers had a large freedom to what the planet was to endure, as standard the planet was enveloped in darkness, the only illumination being the streaks of lightning that forked across the midnight sky. Although all seemed dire for the populace and Astarte’s, hope drew out graceful fingers and plucked away the Weepers advantage, 7th Company, a large proportion of 1st Company and the Death Spectres Chapter Master himself came into contact with the Bloodtears fleet. What would be expected of the Weepers was to fight off the intruders, thus giving the Night Lords the higher ground, however the Bloodtear sent his warriors down.

The war was anarchic, but the Weepers kept the defenders guessing, it was risky but it sometimes paid off, whole units of Terminators and Veterans would sometime be left for dead by the Night Lords seemingly random deployments. The Night Lords preformed amazing placement and organization as within almost an hour; the majority of their forces had hit the ground. Artillery bombarded the cities and cursed formations hid with the wreckages, Raptors and Talons worked flawlessly together when taking the ports and landing bay. Although the defenders cause horrific damage to certain areas of the Weepers assault, it could not be denied the Night Lords were on their way to victory.

The Bloodtear could not hold his perfect attack for long though, with the knife of surprise becoming blunt and fear tactics reaching a personal level, the Death Spectres hit back with force. By this time 8th Company and 3rd Company had reaches Stah IV and were beginning their counter strike. The Assault Marines of 8th Company fought head on where the fighting was thickest, while 3rd Company reinforced area that were believed to be attacked next. The Weepers still had the upper hand, even if it was slipping, the bulk of the space ports had been captured and the defenders plans had be relying of sporadic decisions, now came the assault on the larger cities.

The Bloodtears strategy had paid off well, and the battle between the planets had also been in favour to the Weepers, and so the remaining Night Lords descended on Stah IV, the main cities were struck with the force of an artillery company, large fall back began round the world as the Night Lords fell on to the hive cities, each one was taken differently, from barrages, to armoured onslaughts, the Imperial commands tempers were put to the limits against the Night Lords unorthodox tactics. Not all was going so perfectly for the Weepers though, the Death Spectres had admiration for the IIIV Legions way of war, but the Codex Astarte was not just a restricting tome, instead the Loyalists caused significant damage to the Weepers.

The war raged on, but not for long, by this time the warzones that the Night Lords entered were becoming meat grinders, the Imperial Guard had finally manage to predict the Weepers assaults and began to counter it with situations not to the Night Lords training. After 2 days of constant fighting the Weepers withdrew just as fast as they deployed, Stah IV was left in pieces and the other two planets with the system were bombarded from orbit.

The Night Lords had left their mark and cause significant damage to both the Death Spectres and themselves, however their reputation had been boosted to a greater degree, and then started the feud between the two pale Astarte’s

 

Sorry for the small update, but the brushes are out and certain units are almost done, so larger update inbound

[Bewlay]

So here are some more piccys

 

Nostramo Spectre (Sang Priest in termi armour)

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords001-5.jpg

 

Renegade Ogryn

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords002-5.jpg

 

And the Land Speeder

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords003-5.jpg

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords004-4.jpg

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords005-1.jpg

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords006-2.jpg

[Dark Apostle Thirst]

Ah, Sauron is always awesome :down:

[Bewlay]

Moar pics!

I had hoped to get more done today but I didn't, simple really ;)

 

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords002.jpg

 

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords003-1.jpg

 

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords004-3.jpg

 

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords005-2.jpg

 

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords001-4.jpg

 

Marak, Company’s Sorcerer.

The warp is a typhoon of emotions, chaos and anarchy rule supreme within the realm of madness and nightmares. A single second can last an eon, and a single step can travel a mile, creatures sustained on thoughts lurk in the non-existent shadows ready to eat your imaginary bod. It is a hellish place, the warp; however it can be controlled and used inside the material plain, sorcerers and shamans believed they had god like powers and used magic to their advantage, but they could simply manipulate the ether while in the physical environment. They could never control it and soon all turned to madness, as these magic users fell to the insanity of the dark gods.

Due to the unpredictability of the warp and the deity that resided within the void, the Night Lords have always mistrusted the infinity realm, from the demonic inhabitants, to the fools wishing to benefit from it. However no matter the numbers of Afflicted or tainted mortals, one will always be spared, Marak, trusted guide of the Bloodtear and the company’s sorcerer.

Marak’s life was helped by his psychic touch, by the end of the heresy Marak was a simple Claw, training as an Assault Claw he was known as the most skilled fighter of all the Claws, each match he fought he would dodge blows as if he knew they were coming, and struck areas of unknown weakness. As an Astarte he was never big, never the strongest, or fastest but not a single scratch would hit his armour. It was one match however that revealed his purpose; word had spread that due to Marak’s exquisite fighting style many believed he was not a son of Curze, but that of the Emperors Children. As an Astarte, the comment was dishonourable and brash, so soon within the fighting pit Marak fought. A whole ten Astarte’s were waiting for him; their anger at the feeble marine’s success was to be fulfilled. The fight went well for Marak, four were down and it looked like the rest would go too, however while Marak had his god like reactions, the other Astarte’s had charisma and with it the crowd began to chant “Phoenician!”

And so it was with all his anger and frustration the fighting cage turned to pitch darkness, screams echoed from inside the midnight bubble and lightning streaked across its alien body. When the nightmare dispersed the Astarte’s were dead, but not with a single wound to be shown. It was apparent Marak was not a scion of Fulgrim, nor was he a fighting extraordinaire; he was a far-sight, a warp born.

As expected Marak was taken from the Claws by the Tear Guards where he would be executed but no after some time Marak returned, beside the Bloodtear, with ornate armour and a scythe, he had become the advisor to the Bloodtear.

Ever since then Marak has become an integral character of the Weepers, his presence is always with the Bloodtear or the Tear Guard. As the Bloodtears enquirer all decisions are ran past him, an entire planetary raid can be halted because of a small disturbance in Marak’s predictions. Not only is he the decider but also the detector, as a user of the warps powers he has developed a canny ability to detect other who dabble in the dark arts, able to steer the Weepers fleet through warp jumps and able to protect the Bloodtear himself from incoming attacks, Marak has become a precious asset to the Weepers, with his absent causing crippling damage to the company.

Marak’s wears decorative and baroque Power Armour, much different to the marks that others wear; his armour was sculpted to fit his body after it almost diminished during his psychic blast. Both his armour and Dreadmask are said to be formed to his skin from extensive warp activity, and it seems as his build reduces as does his armour. Also as customary for psychics Marak carries round a large scythed staff, to defend himself.

It seems with Marak the Omniscient; the Weepers can only progress, however as with all things chaotic his power is fluxing and the servants of the dark gods are closing in, there is no fortune for such a powerful sorcerer to be caught up in the Chaos Gods grasp.

 

I hope you like

[Dark Apostle Thirst]

Why does nobody regularily comment on how cool these guys are? :)

 

I like the 'fit the body' armour fluff, it's quite typical of the Warp

[Bewlay]

Cheers Thirst :D

 

Sorry all but 'Wall Of Text!!'

 

Incareal the Grievous

Chaplains have been a defining asset of all Astarte’s since the time of the Great Crusade, great speakers who would express the views and ideals of the Emperor and purity within the Imperium. All Legions made use of Chaplains during the Great Crusade; especially the Night Lords who’s every movement was watched with suspicion by the Emperor and Konrads brother Primarchs. When the heresy broke out some Chaplains became warlords in their own right, creating war bands and leading forces, others however were simply killed for their dogmatic beliefs.

As 14th Company went into solitude, their Primarch killed, their Emperor rejected, they like all Astarte’s needed authority, someone to command them and someone to serve. The years past and only one figure retained power over the Weepers, the Bloodtear, and so with generations passing, the ineffable and enigmatic Bloodtear turned to legend, and that pleased the Bloodtear, so he sustained it and gave himself a personal enquirer, someone who knew the Astarte’s of the Weepers better than him, Incareal was then to become his diplomat, his orator.

Although never stated, 14th Company was a Grand Company and like others, within 14th Grand Company were multiple other Companies, one of which was 4th Company lead by an Astarte known as Incareal. 4th Company was notorious for its relatively small amounts of megalomania, mainly due to the Companies unfailing loyalty to Incareal. It seems the captain had the ability to persuade fanatical allegiance to his warriors. As expected the Bloodtear picked up on this gift but during that time had no need for it, with his and the rest of his Company respecting the Night Haunter through the Bloodtear. But with the isolation of the Ghoul Stars and mutiny inevitable, the lord of the Weepers adapted security through the subtle means of vocal influence.

Incareal was chosen to become Lord Orator of the Weepers. His skill was immediate and effective, and soon his influences were so profound that the Bloodtear made him his personal enquirer, while Marek kept his eye to the Empyrean, Incareal dealt with the physical, he was the negotiator, the enforcer and the speaker. He set up his secret policing unit known as the Shade, and became so prolific that many other traitorous warlords believed the Bloodtear was simply a lie to mask Incareal rule over the company.

His name ‘the Grievous’ originated from his deadly skill at causing severe injury to his enemies, so much so that he was given a mighty two handed axe known as the Cimmerian. Also he is the bearer of the Crespusculum Scrolls; written by the Primarch they are doctrines and principles for his children to follow, however due to the Night Haunters dual personas often they are fraught and confusing, each of the Shade members are also given pieces of the scrolls, so that they may justify their sometimes vicious approach. Wearing ornate armour and riding to battle from his ancient jump pack, he lands where the fighting is thickest to rally the troops and boost combat ferocity. What makes him even more dangerous is when he reads the Scrolls to the cursed Afflicted, those lost Night Lords hearing their shame as their former selves wrestle for control of both their minds and bodies, sends them into a fit worthy of a World Eater.

And so the Bloodtear stands with Marek to his left and Incareal to his right. Lord Orator and bearer of the Crespusculum Scrolls, Incareal the Grievous.

 

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords001-6.jpg

 

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords002-4.jpg

 

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords003-4.jpg

 

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords004-5.jpg

 

Also the finished Platoon Command

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords005-3.jpg

 

Plus I've been repainting some of my earlier disasters so my Talons have been revamped

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords006-1.jpg

[Ring-around-the-roses]

OHMYGOD I LOVE THAT NL MODEL.

 

Lads, i think we have the solution to worldwide peace. Send one of this guy's models to each world leader. They'll be so busy gawping at each other that they forget ruling their countries, and we can convince them to sign a peace document by offering a whole squad of them! :D

[Bewlay]

Wow thanks for the praise Ring around :D

 

Well it's has been a while but TBH not much has progressed, however 14th Company has been subjected to their largest Apocalypse yet. I managed to get some bad pics but sadly due to time the Weepers came down last turn and I never got to get a picture of them in full swing, instead I wrote down some quickly written fluff for the engagement.

 

Start of turn one

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords001-7.jpg

 

Start of turn two

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords002-6.jpg

 

Start of turn 3

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords004-6.jpg

 

And the army that came soul shatteringly 2nd place

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords003-6.jpg

 

Plus the fluff (note the fluff may be slightly different to the actual game, but it doesn't matter)

 

The assault on the planetary base of Bereft.

 

Bereft is a lonely world, a single rock spinning around a single star. Located near to the dead world of Holda, it is known for its mysterious sightings, in which large black stones will simply appear and vanish. The world contains a small industrial sector, protected by a defence perimeter. The assault started when the locally notorious Ork Warlord of Goregob unleashed his ‘Waaagh!’ on the planet. His force was reasonable small when compared to his earlier invasions, but this time he had struck a deal with the ruinous powers.

The assault started when the planetary governor Lady Malorn’s Aquila Lander was shot down, all on board were killed including the governor just outside the initial defence line, the foul greenskins began to march under the effigy that was the Stompa, crewed by the self-proclaimed creator of the seven wonders of the Ork world, mad mek Skarta, the Orks made temporary positions within the ruins and waited. Behind the lines stood Commander Nars, a young commander, he took control over his company of seasoned, greenskin killing, veterans, plus a healthy sum of warriors given to the commander by the Schola Progenium. The commander was also joined by a mechanized company and drop troops of the 43rd ‘True Hawks’ Drop Regiment. Finally the Astarte’s of the First Founding Ultramarines had joined the defences to rid the world of the traitorous marines, supposedly renegades of one of the Ultramarines many successors.

The board was set, and almost certainly the Orks attacked, their hoard tactics were made to overwhelm the defences, while their ‘big gunz’ would smash apart any large structures, the attack was furious and both sides took heavy loses but the Imperials had managed to repel the majority of the Orks. Waves upon waves crashed against the walls of the line, Nars was pleased, and the Chimaeras had managed to keep a tight hold on the left flank, while the Ultramarines were more than efficient at resisting the hoard. Goregob was not an easy quitter though, and with the first assault over the second had begun. The mechanized company was at ease, the left edge was more than successful at destroying the ramshackle machines opposite, however with a roar and a shout, the Kult of Speed raced behind the Imperial tanks, launching an attack that cost them dearly. While the bikers and trucks hit hard on the Chimaeras, the renegade lord known as only the Beheld had issued the final passage for the cursed ritual, and the eye opened, the ether tore through. Nars turned to see lines beset on all sides, the damning energies of Chaos had opened a gate to hell, which poured out creatures of madness, the scions of the Dark Gods followed, and with baleful energy and ancient bloodlust they descended on to the defenders.

All seemed lost to the Imperials, the Astarte’s were fighting hard, but not enough to stem both hoard and nightmare, the warping machines of the Dark Machanicus fired distorting pulses which ripped men from their skin, the revered Baneblade had also be thrown aside by the might of the Avatar of the Blood God, and the Orks had managed to cross the defences and set about smashing heads. The ‘True Hawks’ finally made it onto the battle and swiftly ridded the Orks of their precious ‘bursta tank’, more fell and the gunships continued to pour fire into the sea of horrors, but the void care not as it kept spewing out foul creatures. Nars sat glumly within his besieged bastion, he was doomed, they all were doomed however something caught his eye, a large black stone structure within the green mist, it sat there completely alien, the Orks had seen it as well and even the grim Deamons starred in awe, the battlefield was silent, disturbing fog began to fall, revealing similar black pyramids, atop their might crests rested glowing green crystals, out of their portals came men of iron and within their eyes hate of all mortals.

The cadavers open fired on to the renegades and Orks, cutting huge swathes through their ranks, the large monolithic structure fire beams that ripped apart atoms and in a diamond formation emitted a field of darkness that seemed to slow down reality. The Imperials dared not fire upon the machines for their attention was locked onto the deamons and greenskins. Similar to the arrival of the machines there fell another fog, smaller but anticipated, behind the Imperial defences and within the swarm of nightmares there came a single squad of scouts, their armour grey and baring sniper rifles. Were these saints brought down by the Holy Emperor, or maybe the fable Legion of the Damned, the scouts aimed their rifles, who knew what power they held, however before they fired a single shot the might of the Bloodthirster descended onto them, decapitating all members of the squad with a single precise cut, whoever they were it was of no importance now.

The undead continually marched killing all opposed, but they were met with more than originally thought, Astarte’s appeared everywhere, no warning, no signal, dressed in a myriad of uniforms, from the crimson of the Sons of Lorgar to the blue of the Alpha legion they all appeared and began to attack the Necrontry, their attacks were precise and planned, their motives were unknown but they’ve arrival was not the final.

The skies had blackened, the night had come, the final ones were to fall from the bleeding sky. The Weepers had watched over the anarchy and had waited for the bloodshed to reach its peak, as is customary for the Children of the Dark King; the Night Lords were ready to pick apart the already broken forces. With lightning streaking across the clouds, the screaming began, the heavens rained terror, the Night Lords landed like razors. Others made use of the broken defences as Thunderhawk Gunships unloaded mortal men, and hulking tanks. With a thousand lashes the Weepers gouged at the enemy, serried ranks of fire blasted away marines; chainswords tore chunks from the Orks, while heavy weapons blew away Deamons. The Bloodtear himself descended with midnight majesty and watched as his scions savagely struck all. The Lord of the Weepers spotted the large black column of the Necrons and with a deranged grin pulled out a small ball, the power of the logic was to be ripped a sunder as the ball was thrown towards the Obelisk, a portal formed that sucked up all within the perimeter, the pyramids began to move closer as did the ancient machines, the Orks fled as did the mysterious chaos marines. The Bloodtear chuckled as he commanded his forces to retreat back to the fleet. The Necrons were not so easily destroyed though; each member vanished without a trace, the large monoliths that began to fall into the vortex disappeared within crackles of energy. All that were left were the men and the horrors, the deamons laughed as their victory over the world was assured, Nars however swallowed once, the vortex grew larger in size and now he knew nothing could be done.

Bereft had put on its final show, the void grew in size that matched planets, and soon the rock was sucked into the ether. Nothing remains there now, only a rip in space, feeding off a dying star.

 

^Like I said, it's rushed so sorry for the mistakes

 

Also a bit of paint has managed to lighten up my reformation squad

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords005-4.jpg

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords006-3.jpg

 

Plus a new Terrorist

http://i944.photobucket.com/albums/ad286/maximum_wonderous/NightLords008.jpg

[Doghouse]

Fantastic stuff, you've got some great conversions going on here. My favourite is Master Raxhen, very cool conversion. :yes:

[Dark Apostle Thirst]

That new terrorist is awesome :wallbash: The pose is just so beautiful...