The Tempest Hounds

[Brother Ambroz]

Well guys I've been working. Finished the Atrementar squad. Some turned out better than others but let me know what you think. Ven I'm going to start highlighting the next squad. Anyways here they are. C&C.

 

AVE DOMINUS NOX

 

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[DarkVen]

Nice termies; you may carefully add highlights even after painting though.

 

You will play using another dex, am I right?

[Kol Saresk]

Well guys I've been working. Finished the Atrementar squad. Some turned out better than others but let me know what you think. Ven I'm going to start highlighting the next squad. Anyways here they are. C&C.

 

AVE DOMINUS NOX

 

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:) :jaw: :jaw: :jaw: :jaw: :jaw: :jaw:

 

AWESOME!!!!!!!

[Brother Ambroz]

Thank you Ven and Kol Saresk. I'm actually going to be getting some painting lessons from my new supervisor at work who I didn't know was into 40k in exchange for me helping him learn tactics and the works. Fair tradeoff in my opinion. His painting is leagues above mine, much like yours Ven. Hopefully after that I can start highlighting and stuff. My next project is an extension of the Atrementar. I'll be doing a terminator version of my commander Ambroz and his fallen sorcerer. For the commander I'm going to use Tyberos as the base model, using the legs from him and his head. I'll also be using the chaos lord on manticore shield and spear, that way he can be used as lysander if I want to play with C:SM or abbadon as C:SM. For the sorceror I'll be using the dark angel terminator legs, GK terminator head and the scythe from the VC wraith. He'll be painted in black and silver which I believe is the pre-heresy colors for DA. Hopefully they'll both look pretty cool. Ven yeah the terminators were made with the idea that I could use them with codex space marines or codex CSM. I'll end up doing lightning claws for each one later on. Just wanted to do the thunder hammers first because I'd never done them before. After that I'll start redoing all of my regular CSM claws. I think I'll try to do each squad with small subtle conversions with each sgt/champion using a combination of FW parts and exotic weaponry.

[Brother Ambroz]

Alright guys just finished the Fallen sorceror. I used some new techniques I learned. Let me know what you think. Tried a really dark highlight on the edges too Ven. Can't really see it from the photos though. Also did a little bit of fluff for this guy. Check it out. Not very good I know but I don't write fluff often at all.

 

 

 

XXXTransmission Intercepted from the Inquisitoral Vessel Holy Spear, last transmission unknownXXX

 

Sergeant Chronus reloaded his weapon and shouted further "encouragement" to his stormtroopers. The Holy Spear's bridge was holding so

far, but it was only a matter of time before these renegades overwhelmed them. The foe was garbed in dark blue with a dark gold

painted over their flak armor. Damn though they were good. He'd already lost three of his twenty man squad assigned to the Inquisitor.

 

"Lord, have we had any responses to our distress call?" Chronus asked hopefully.

 

"I'm afraid not. It's looking more and more like we'll have to give our souls over to the Emperor this day." Inquisitor Hevlorkan

replied. It had been awhile since the last group of renegade guardsman had tried to force their way into the ship's bridge and even

longer since they'd seen the last traitor astartes clad in the same midnight blue. Just then he began to hear a faint buzzing in his

ears and a powerful psychic pressure began to force itself over the Inquisitor. He buffered himself with his own psychic power but it

grew stronger and stronger with each passing second. Breath became mist in the air. The stormtroopers looked to their Inquisitor for

an answer. "Something is coming. Ready your men." said the Inquisitor, wiping blood from his nose. Throne, whatever it was it was

powerful.

 

As the stormtroopers reloaded and steadied themselves the began to hear heavy footsteps. At first they thought it was another traitor

astartes and they readied their plasma rifles but they soon began to realize it was too heavy for power armor.

 

Just then the two gun servitors the Inquisitor brough everywhere began to cycle through their heavy bolters on each of their arms, as

if searching for targets. Their bodies swiveled towards the bridge's massive doorway.

 

The Inquisitor was the first to realize something was wrong. He had not given the servitors the command to aim towards the door, this

was something else. Unable to rise from his knees, blood now pouring from his nose, he knew he was helpless now. He heard the loading

of the servitors' heavy bolters and knew it was over then.

 

The servitors opened fire on the stormtroopers, killing fully half of them outright. The others scattered for cover. One of the plasma

rifles fired and one servitor fell over dead. The other was still chewing up cover and anything unfortunate enough to have hidden behind

it. Sergeant Chronus was always known for being stealthy. When the men were up late playing cards and drinking, he would oftentimes

sneak in and overhear their thoughts on the current mission, or even on his latest decision. At times he would have to reveal himself and

repremand them. Drawing his powersword, he knew he'd have to rely on some of those same skills. He crept forward, over the modies of his

dead men. Finally he reached the rear of the hulking servitor and began hacking. The sword cut through it like butter and soon pieces

were laying around.

 

Chronus took stock of the situation, he had 7 men left, two badly wounded and an incapacitated Inquisitor. This wasn't going to be

good. He had no idea how bad until he heard the voice.

 

"This is futile. Your men could be of some use to us, you're competitent enough. Don't make me kill you, it'd be a waste of talent."

The voice was raspy as if it was ancient.

 

Turning around Chronus saw what it was that was speaking to them. A giant figure clad in complete black, with silver trimming along

his armor. He carried a shield with a screaming daemonic face and a wicked looking scythe in the other.

 

Several of the men began to look around and began to put their weapons down when the Sergeant unholstered his hellpistol and shot the

closest one. "Do not betray the Emperor in your final moments!" Chronus yelled to the remainder of his men.

 

"Then you will die." Said the voice. A bright green lightning ignited across his scythe and his left hand. Raising the hand, he shot a

torrent of warpfire into the farthest stormtroopers. Entering the room more swiftly than should've been possible with the figure's size,

he swept his scythe back cutting Sergeant Chronus and his remaining two men in half.

 

The terminator clad sorceror walked over to the now prone Inquisitor. The vox clicked- "Ambroz this is Zaraknyel. I have the wretch."

 

 

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C&C

[Subtle Discord]

The only minor gripe I have is with the Lightning Claw/s. The 'sparks' are just a little too uniform and 'heavy' for me. In my mind they should be randomly jumping and arcing on the surface of the claws, not quite so 'zig-zag'. Let the tip of your brush wobble and weave a bit, and sometimes less is more, even if it means they are not balanced/symmetrical. Just look a t real world lightning, it's completely random.

 

Beyond that, these is some great work. So many great little details to get distracted by. Just as Chaos should be!

[Brother Ambroz]

Thank you Subtle. One of these days hopefully I'll be able to do as good a job as you do with your minis! Regarding the lightning claw, I agree and I'll probably redo them one of these days. Was my first time trying out that type of painting.

[DarkVen]

Wow, this short story for Zaraknyel is impressive. I think it's time for me to write same texts for all of my squads and characters! Thanks a lot for the idea :)

 

Speaking of photos - miniature looks too dark, it needs more light. I can't see anything but shield, scythe and armor. It'll be really good if you photograph it again, but with more light.

 

Cheers, DV

[Biohazard]

I like the dirty look of the Atramentar, you can clearly see the improvement in your painting from the beginning of this thread. As for the lightning claws why not try a similar effect to the scythe?

[Kol Saresk]

One, awesome fluff.

 

Two, even more awesome sorcerer model.

 

Three, he looks awesome with Atrementar.

[teku]

very nice chaos terminators!! And the sorcerer rocks indeed the bomb!

Keep up the good work!

[Brother Ambroz]

So I'm going to attempt to do chainswords and the like the same way Ven does his. Here's the progress so far. I'm liking him so far. If he turns out well I'll do the rest the same way.

 

 

 

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C&C por favor! ;)

[Kol Saresk]

I always thought Space Marines would look pretty cool without their backpacks but he looks........ Naked. Great looking job though! ;)

[DarkVen]

If he turns out well I'll do the rest the same way.

He turns out well :lol:

[Brother Ambroz]

Yeah he looked naked because he wasn't done! :) First three marines of Second Claw finished. Really liked the way they turned out so far. The new shoulderpads are from Kromlech. I like how they're armed to the teeth with grenades, chainswords and combat knives. I think I'm starting to paint a bit faster, which is definitely a good thing! Anyways onto the pictures.

 

 

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Love how this guy turned out too.

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Group shot

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C&C?

[Paradigm]

Your painting has improved dramatically! Nice looking night lords. I especially like your LC terminator!

[Brother Ambroz]

Hail brothers. It's been awhile but I've been busy. Finished the first squad which is actually going to be second claw in my fluff wierdly enough. Regardless though each squad will have an apothecary and the first few claws will each have their own speciality. This one's will be infiltration and stealth, as you'll see if you'd like to read the fluff here. In game they'll probably count as plague marines or chosen. Anyways here it is!

 

The fluff:

 

Lighting forked across the night sky in strange patterns. It seemed to Planetary Governor Alexi that the traitors had brought this with them as well to his miserable backwater of a planet. He watched a team of medicae carry a screaming PDF soldier away from the front lines. He wondered for a moment what it was that had brought this death upon his planet. Apart from the capital they'd recently vacated in the wake of the chaos renegades, the only other thing of worth on this planet was a small Mechanicum mining colony. They'd lost contact with the Mechanicum two days prior to vacating the capital. He'd thought it was because the Mechanicus facility itself was under seige but now, with the caliber of soldiers the archenemy was throwing at them, he wasn't so sure.

 

"Lord! Another wave is incoming!" shouted a nameless soldier in a ragged brown PDF uniform. He snapped out of his reverie. Looking down the hill from the large plateau his forces had retreated to, he saw another wave of renegades approaching. They wore uniforms the color of midnight blue, with bronze colored flak armor on their chests. Chimeras decorated with blasphemous runes and spikes raced forward. Other taller shapes moved in the dust, sentinels he imagined. "Are the missile crews ready this time?" he inquired.

 

"No lord but we have autocannons standing by. They should at least be able to make a dent in the archenemy armor." answered a nameless aid.

 

A loud barking noise erupted from somewhere down the line as the first of the heavy weapon teams opened up with an autocannon. One of the archenemy chimeras veered off to its right, smoke rising from somewhere inside. Loud screams echoed from somewhere else and Alexi looked to his left to see two armored sentinels approaching the line. "With me!" he shouted, grabbing a meltagun from a parked chimera APC nearby. He ran down the line, his honor guard as governor following suit. He jogged, passing the frightened faces of PDF youths. He was out of breath by the time he reached the area where the sentinels were attacking. He hadn't always been this way. Once, Alexi had been in the Imperial Guard, a colonel. He'd commanded his regiment to victory over these exact same kind of foes numerous times. Now that seemed like a lifetime ago.

 

"Lord Governor?" inquired a young PDF lieutenant. "Sir what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the commander coordinating defense?"

 

"Hey well someone has to look after you young bucks!" he said, slapping the young man on his shoulderguard. "We're going to take those things out. Come on, with me!" Alexi shouted. He jumped out of the trench that stretched across the hill, his honor guard and a number of PDF soldiers following suit. The sentinels noticed them however, and opened up with their plasma cannons. Plasma weaponry was old and powerful, easily able to incinerate even astartes armor, let alone the flak armor worn by his men. Still they ran on. One of the sentinels fired and a bright blue light erupted from the cannon it carried. The ball of light flew over his head to land behind him. He heard the screams of the men, his men, dying behind. He readied the meltagun he'd borrowed and aimed it at the closest sentinel. The large warmachine was decorated with chains and spikes like everything else the renegades used. Alexi had never used a melta weapon, even in his time in the guard and he had no idea how to use it. Never the less he squeezed the trigger and a beam of orange-yellow flame leapt from it and the sentinel exlploded. Shrapnel shot into the area. He heard more screams and felt himself falling down. He looked down and saw a shard of metal protruding from his thigh and collapsed onto the dry desert ground. He saw the second sentinel

stepping around its fallen brethren, attempting to locate the insect that had killed its companion. He felt hands dragging him away and heard the sentinel fire its plasma cannon again. "Sir, we've got to get you out of here! The heavy weapon teams have managed to dredge up more missles and they should be able to take this last one out without us." One of his surviving honor guard said. Missiles began to streak overhead as he was dragged back to the front lines. Medicae personnel were waiting upon arrival. "You're lucky Lord governor, this piece of shrapnel barely missed your femoral artery by a few inches. Don't worry though you'll live."

 

 

The pain made his senses sharp as he was carried back through the encampment. Alexi winced as the medics carried him. He turned his head from side to side, catching glimpses of what remained of the population he governed. Men, women and children huddled next to fires, glancing fearfully at the sky as if the enemy was going to reach down and pluck them from the ground. Truth be told the renegades, although great in number, were not the worst of the problem. He'd heard reports, some from his own men, some from the mechanicus reports before contact was lost, that there were worse things walking on the soil of his planet. They'd said they'd seen giants, clad in dark armor fighting alongside the renegades. His first thought had been that enemy astartes were here on this very same planet. He hadn't seen any reports of them in days though and was beginning to suspect it was just the frantic thoughts of frightened soldiers or some other nightmarsh creatures unleashed by the archenemy. Regardless though, there was a relief force on the way, if the astropaths were to be believed. Only a week away along with a company of Ultramarines. That had been two days ago. He prayed that they would be able to hold them off until then.

 

They arrived at the governor's tent at the edge of the plateau and parted the flaps of his tent to allow his stretcher through. The medics transferred Alexi to his cot. He winced painfully as they went to work sterilizing the wound, injecting him with local anasthetics and removing the shard of metal. He decided to focus on something else while they worked. He listened to the gunfire echoing from the front lines.

 

Once the medics were finished taking out the shrapnel they needed to bandage him up. One left the tent to go get bandages. The other went to refill his canteen of water. After about fifteen minutes he began to suspect something was amiss. "Um hello? Anyone out there? Only bleeding out in here!" he called. Alexi waited for awhile longer before he began to maneuver himself into a sitting position. "Damn, this is going to be painful." He grabbed a nearby lasrifle one of the medics had carried to use as a crutch. Slowly and painfully he lifted himself from the cot. He walked to the door and pulled the flaps aside. The scene that greeted him was one of nightmare. At his feet were both medics that had taken out the metal shard. One had had his neck snapped while the other, his throat slit to the bone, stared up at him with dead eyes. All around the encampment similar fates had taken place to his aides and honor guard. He hadn't heard a thing. What kind of creature could do this? "Throne of Terra...." Alexi whispered.

 

"Guess again." whispered a voice from behind him. Alexi whirled, uholstering his bolt pistol in the same smooth motion. But there was nothing there. He heard quiet laughter behind him. He whirled around again, fear now taking hold and overpowering the pain he'd felt before. This time though he had moved to quickly and his wounded leg gave beneath him and he fell. A shape appeared above him, in midnight blue armor. Chaos marines! His eyes went wide with shock and fear. "This is him, the one we were sent to find." said the giant. The creature had a bronze helm decorated with spikes and wore a strange gauntlet with a small chainblade amongst other things attached to it. Idly he wondered what it was for. "Let the fun begin then." said another voice. The first chaos marine stepped back revealing a group of them standing around the fallen governor. The speaker was huge, even by astartes standards. He carried a gladius in one hand, his other was encased in a huge powerfist. His backpack had sprouted large insect-like scythes on his back. This one must be their leader. "What do you want? Why have you done this?" Alexi asked pointlessly. He noticed they all carried these

huge knives and wondered if that was how they'd reached them this high on the plateau. "For justice. Skin him alive and make sure that vox unit is operational. I want everyone to hear you plead and beg for your life. Alexi was trembling now. He raised his bolt pistol and began firing. His aim was off because of his fear but the targets were huge and hard to miss. He only got a few shots off before one of the giants gripped his hand and squeezed. He screamed as the bones in his hand were shattered to pieces. "And so it begins." Alexi heard, before he was carried off to his own vox tent nearby.

 

"Commander, we've taken out their leader. Send in the dreadclaws." said champion Artorius, as he walked toward the tent to join his brothers.

 

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@Fortnight- Thanks man! I actually did some work on him, redid his claws and I think they turned out alright. Here's a picture.

 

 

 

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[Kol Saresk]

Great fluff and great minis. Makes me go from ;) to :D and back again.

[Brother Ambroz]

Thanks Kol. Looking forward to you getting some minis to paint. Speaking of which, any idea when you'll be getting your first batch?

[Marshal Rohr]

Love it. If only Imperial Marines could have as much personalization of their armor!

[Brother Ambroz]

Well brothers, this weekend I was very impatiently awaiting the arrival of my dreadnought that I ordered, I began work on first claw. Finished one mini and that's all I'm doing until the dread is finished. I decided to share though. Anyone guess what their speciality is going to be? Also anyone think he's got a bit too much going on or he look alright? :P

 

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[ShinyRhino]

Well brothers, this weekend I was very impatiently awaiting the arrival of my dreadnought that I ordered, I began work on first claw. Finished one mini and that's all I'm doing until the dread is finished. I decided to share though. Anyone guess what their speciality is going to be? Also anyone think he's got a bit too much going on or he look alright? :)

 

Is it a Chaos mutation that he has two elbows? :P

 

Definitely a cool warband overall. That lightning claw Terminator is very cool.

[Brother Ambroz]

Thanks for pointing that out. I'll have to fix that with some GS. Anyone have any suggestions for how to do flayed skin?

[Wicced]

nice looking sons of nostramo brother :tu:

 

but be careful with the kromlech pads, most of them got chainmail hanging down and it looks strange if the pad isn't positioned with the chainmail hanging downwards.

your last marine is a good example for what i mean, his chainmail on the pads is pointing forward, while it should hang down.

i'd recommend to use these pads on models where you can position them with a realistic feel of gravitiy.

 

hope my ramblings make sense :D

 

i agree with the guys mentioning the too thick and symmetrical power fields on the weapons.

 

apart from that, i like your guys and the way your painting improved!

[Brother Ambroz]

Small update here. Finally got my first dreadnought. This was a bit of a pain as I've never built one before in the past and many of those mistakes show now. The autocannon is large I know but I'm alright with that. Not one of my better converting/painting jobs ever but I'm happy with how it turned out. Here's some fluff and pictures, C&C as usual. <_<

 

He remembered everything from his life. Every waking moment, every impact from bullets hitting his armor and every loyalist spine snapped in the name of retribution. He'd been told, this was not possible. That when a human form was kept alive in a way such as this, that it was impossible for the brain to survive completely intact. He'd done just that though. He remembered responding to the boarding pods that had invaded his home, their ship, and fighting the scum that had dared attack them. He remembered feeling anger and had ordered his claw to attack them on sight. They'd been the first organised resistance to face the intruders, but these were no ordinary men they'd fought. No, these were astartes. Not the same loyalists his brothers had fought on the earth of Terra. In fact they were of a different breed altogether. They wore silver armor and carried crackling force weapons that cut his brothers asunder as though their armor was nothing more than mere paper. He knew what they were, he'd heard the stories. They were the Grey Knights. They were anathema to the Night Lords' very existance.

 

He'd ordered Ninth Claw to hold their ground and deny them entrance to the ship's bridge. They had little in the way of heavy weapons, and glancing down the hall to see the force weapons, he'd felt a moment of doubt. "Hold brothers. We will make them keep their heads down until we recieve further reinforcements." He hoped they'd send someone down, maybe First Claw or even the Atrementar themselves to relieve their brothers and end these loyalists' pitiful lives. He'd known this was why he'd been selected out of the newer Night Lords to lead one of the precious claws. He'd only been a legionaire for a few centuries and compared to many of his brethren, he was but a child. But he had something many of the others did not, he had patience and a gift for tactics. This was what he had to use now.

 

"Repel with bolters! Do not let them close the gap!" Lyosha shouted into the vox. What little light there was on the Impia Vindictam had been shut off, one of the first things done when repelling invaders. The Night Lords could see perfectly well though. They fired down the hallway, taking what little cover they could in the doorway to the bridge. He heard an impact and glancing to his right saw one of his brothers fall to near a perfectly aimed headshot from a storm bolter. Then he felt rather than heard the grenades. "Haunter's teeth, chainswords and combat knives! They're charging us!" Lyosha yelled to what remained of his newly appointed squad. The Knights were among them a moment later. Evidently they could see just as well with only the light from their force weapons to guide them. He revved his chainsword and deflected a blow from a halberd. He heard muffled grunts of pain as other members of his claw fought for their lives. Their leader, the one with the halberd was frighteningly quick. He drew on the training memories taught to him by his brothers. Even that was not enough though and he was forced on the defensive side, merely deflecting or blocking blows, unable to do anything else. His chainsword had been built with utility in mind and even though it was strong enough to tear through armored hide of ceramite, it could not hold for long against a force weapon. Looking at the spirialing script written across the halberd, it had probably been crafted long before he'd even been born. The chainsword broke with loud bang and the halberd sliced clean through the armor and bone of his right shoulder. He gasped with the pain. Looking up, the Justicar raised his halberd and thrust it into the marines stomach, mortally injuring him and promising him a slow painful demise.

 

He'd lain there for an hour among the bodies of his newly appointed claw before blackness and unconsciousness overtook him. The next time he awoke he was unhelmed, unarmored, and painful. So much pain. He couldn't hear anything but the revving of the small chainblades of a narthecium and drills along with it. He was dying he knew. There was nothing even the legion's apothecaries could do. He faded into nothingness again and awoke to seemingly the same scene over and over. Finally it stopped. Then he began to dream. At first he'd thought he'd been dead. Then though, he awoke one final time and felt that he could move again. How had this been possible? Then he noticed he couldn't feel. Everything had a strange buzzing mechanical feel to it, like augmetics. Had he been fitted with augmetics? Was he worth that much to the legion? Opening his eyes he saw the truth of it all. He'd been encased in a sarcophagus, with only his head portruding from the top. His limbs had been surgically amputated and he now had new ones. One arm, his right, the one that had been shorn off in battle, was now fitted with a huge autocannon. The other ended in four talons of immense destructive power. With a thought they crackled to life and he brought the limb up to inspect it closer.

 

These had been his dreams for countless centuries now. Lyosha knew he'd failed his lord and legion, but he would continue to serve them still. He knew he was one of the easier dreadnoughts to awaken from slumber. He also knew that he couldn't feel any physical sensations any longer. But he could still feel vengeance and hate. He would answer the call, regardless of whatever his target and would destroy those that defied the vengeance and retribution he'd craved so much in life.

 

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