Clever Girl... - Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge

[Greyall]

Well, it is, but at 00h00m, so...=)

[Aqui]

Well, it is, but at 00h00m, so...=)

 

Well, when you put it like that :lol:

[Gulag]

Quote

 

 

Notorious Character: Enmerkar, the Lord of Hunger, Witch Prince of the Flesh Gorgers.

 

 

 

 

I just realized that I never described Enmerkar!

 

The current lord of the Flesh Gorgers is a particularly horrific servant of chaos. Enmerkar's armor is scabrous and marred like scarred flesh, and he wears a featureless white mask leaving only his mouth exposed, and his mouth is terrifying enough on its own, a distended lipless maw with multiple rows of sharp, jagged teeth. Multiple spines and insectoid limbs sprout from his back while his left arm has become a thick, segmented scorpion-like pincer and a thick, muscular tentacle has sprouted from his bicep, ending in a grasping lamprey mouth. His right arm is a normal limb and he carries an elaborately decorated force stave through which he channels his considerable psychic talent, paralyzing and crippling foes, ready to be consumed alive.

[Dark Apostle Thirst]

Rem Brand? Am I incredibly dense for thinking that's supposed to be Rembrandt with the paintbrush or because I had to question it to make sure? :unsure:

[Greyall]

Spot on, mate

[Kol Saresk]

Is it bad that I was so busying looking at the detail that went into his beard that it took me reading Thirst's post to realize the Space Wolf had a paintbrush?

[CaptainLNH]

What time does the contest end? I am afraid that I am a different time zone than you, and that I might not get my submission in on time.

I am US central time, and since I have work tommorrow till the evening, I am hoping that the contest goes through the end of Thursday, rather than the end of Wednesday. That way my submission is complete and not rushed.

[Firepower]

Putting such talent and time to work on a bad joke warms my heart.

I had an inkling of doing something similar myself when I won a coveted Greyall commision, but couldn't bring myself to do it :teehee:

[Messor]

Alpha Hounds

History

Founded in the early days of the 26th founding from the stock of the Shadow Wolves, the Alpha Hounds were created to ward off the chaos incursions in the Sagittarius arm, which were eventually accompanied by the expansions of the Tau Empire, and the tendrils of Hive Fleet Behemoth. In their youth the Chapter's zeal was peerless, and they formed a strong bond with the people of their homeworld and were dedicated to keeping them in the Emperor's Light. Barely a century following their founding the Chapter was drawn away from its wards by a chaos fleet, a lure which allowed the world to be invaded. The invasion forces did not count on nearby Imperial Navy elements, who notified the Hounds as they engaged the invaders. The commander of the Naval forces began to report that the battle was going poorly, the planet was falling, and exterminatus was beginning to look like the only option. The Hounds still on the planet said otherwise, certain the world could be saved. At their behest, the Chapter Master and council of leadership petitioned for more time to bring reinforcements, citing the loyalty of the natives and their faith in the Imperium, but were answered with silence. When the Chapter fleet emerged from the Immaterium over the homeworld, they found a burning husk.

It could be said that the Chapter was reborn from this event. The once eager and obedient Chapter took to their fleet, and became lethargic to answer the call of Terra. If faith in the Imperium were of so little value, they would treat it as such. Though they still consider themselves bound to protect the Emperor's children, they now operate more as a vagrant mercanary fleet than a respectable Chapter of marines, demanding payment to come to a world's aid.

Appearance and Symbol

Each battle brother wears a chain carrying the original intermediate phalange of their middle finger, sheathed in adamantium and insribed with the marine's name and the date he began service. Over time, other scrimshawed bones are customarily added to the chain, usually in honor of campaigns served.

Combat Doctrine

The Chapter specializes in ambushes and nightfighting, and often does more extensive analysis of the battlefield and terrain than of the opponent. The Hounds thirst for battle has lead to a preference for campaigns, and usually forgoe kill markings in favor of campaign markings and honors. These long term deployments are a fast drain on supplies and armored assets, greatly restricting their ability to employ Terminator armor and jump packs for their assault units. Strike forces lean heavily on their scouts to cripple enemy infrastructure and value their Devastators for their ability to combine firepower with stealth in a way armored columns never could.

The Chapter has a preferred enemy in the Kroot, who the Hounds have developed a literal taste for, an addiction caused by an Omaphagea mutation. The Tau's tribal allies are never given quarter, and to hunt them is considered an art and a privilege.

Notable Character

Messor Bitterhand- From a sparsly populated world hosting a small Alpha Hound supply base, Messor was actually named for the first Chapter Master. His tribe dealt freely and closely with the Hounds as often as they visited the world, and as honored and revered subjects of local legend, it was not uncommon for children to be named after those battle brothers whose names they learned. Messor was granted his tribal name after his first hunt, when elders noticed what austere relish he took in bringing down his prey. During the tribes very next encounter with the Hounds he was chosen as a candidate for recruitment. Living up to his name, Messor found a place among the Devastators, demonstarting great skill with the heavy bolter, though he developed a peculiar fondness for any Astartes grade firearm he could get his hands on. Upon promotion to sergeant he became well known for sewing chaos among the enemy in battle with squads using inferno ammunition against enemy formations. After sixty years of service, he was seconded to the Legio. He still serves most frequently with Devastator squads, but from time to time has led scout sniper teams, to which his keen eyes lend themselves well.

[Greyall]

Well, I guess there's no great harm in allowing one more day for submissions.

 

New deadline:

 

Thursday 7th February- 23h59min whatever the time zone.

 

Usually I'd be stricter about this, but I see no big deal.

 

Oh, I'll be posting the Dark Angel soonish.

[Kol Saresk]

So yeah..... About that deadline

[The_Chaplain]

So yeah..... About that deadline

Well, I doubt anyone was anticipating the servers crashing. We'll just need to be patient and see.

[Greyall]

Lol, very true. Ok, new deadline to make up for the downtime.

 

You have until the end of Saturday, 9th February. I'll review the submissions through Sunday and, if needed, a bit of Monday, then I'll post the winners.

 

I won't postpone the contest's end anymore, even if B&C goes down again. The reason being I'm all fired up to start drawing some of these DIY's.

 

Thanks again for your interest, mates.

[The_Chaplain]

 

Thanks again for your interest, mates.

 

Thank you for hosting the contest Greyall, it's not exactly every day that we're presented the opportunity to showcase our DIY chapters/warbands and to potentially have commissioned art done of them!

[fivepointedstar]

Just love the Dark Angel "hunter" on your deviant art page.

[Aqui]

Lol, very true. Ok, new deadline to make up for the downtime.

 

You have until the end of Saturday, 9th February. I'll review the submissions through Sunday and, if needed, a bit of Monday, then I'll post the winners.

 

I won't postpone the contest's end anymore, even if B&C goes down again. The reason being I'm all fired up to start drawing some of these DIY's.

 

Thanks again for your interest, mates.

 

You're fired up?  We're fired up waiting to see what you come up with ;)

[Greyall]

@Death Knight: Oh, right, the Dark Angel. And it comes with another bad pun included.

 

Ladies and gents...Alanqar Termaine

 

 

http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/037/7/1/dark_angels___alanqar_termaine_by_greyall-d5u0vap.jpg

 

 

"Why would you ever stop running...?"

Alanqar Termaine, The Huntsman, The Lion's Verdict


The ship shuddered, and Mossomion played the warning in his head, hoarse vox-voice and all, a second before it came.

"Enemy boarding torpedoes have made contact. Sections Three, Seventeen, Twenty-Three and Forty will be compromised in under five minutes unless threat response is initiated."

He'd been right about everything, his knowledge of the Perpetual Dusk allowing him to feel the torpedoes' contact as if on his own skin. The Lion's pets were here for him, to exact vengeance for the murder of their Master Sabiel almost eight months ago. Mossomion dwelled on this for a moment...Jonson and his Angels had always been prone to grudges and rancors, but he'd watched their ships disengage hours after the Dark Angel Lord had died at his hands, not out of any crippling loss or disadvantage, but with no plausible reason other than perhaps realizing the folly of engaging a Night Lords fleet in blind rage. Nevertheless, a few shots from their battle-barge would've anihilated the Perpetual Dusk with little effort. For them to attack the Cruiser after this much time had passed (and they had surely been tracking and following the Night Lords, since there were no warp anomalies anywhere close to the Perpetual Dusk) meant the First Legion's cold fury was at its peak. Still, to follow an Eighth Legion ship outside detection range and ambush it was no mean feat. Whoever commanded the Angels was a focused one.

Mossomion counted six boarding torpedoes embedded in the Dusk's metallic skin. Close to sixty Angels against his seventy-five Night Lords. Perfect, he'd start worrying once Jonson's forces outnumbered his two to one.

"Krelius", he called the mortal crew member without taking his dark eyes off the screens, "show me visual feed on Section Twenty-Three. That's where their leader must be. That's where I'd be if I was boarding a Cruiser."

The man obeyed immediately and silently and, soon, all the screens in front of Mossomion were showing Section Twenty-Three from every angle possible. And it was empty. More exactly, devoid of life but for more than a dozen and a half dead Night Lords. Less than four minutes after they boarded, the Angels had already captured one of the most well
defended sections...He brought up a general view of the ship. Nothing like this was taking place in the other boarded locations. The Angels were winning in most of them, yes, but this was also due to the Night Lords' very strategy, to give ground in a controlled way, allowing the enemy into areas where their momentum counted little against a well-timed ambush. For the defenders of Section Twenty-Three, though, there had been no time to execute any strategy. The best explanation was a Terminator Squad, maybe even a Dreadnought, though he dismissed the latter as none of the torpedoes was of enough size to carry one of the iron behemoths.

"Krelius, give me any and all the footage you have on the fight for Section Twenty-Three. And start directing nearby squads to halt the Angels' advance"

Mossomion knew he needn't come up with any elaborate strategy for halting the Angels, no matter how they had managed to kill so many of his Marines. Every Night Lord on
board knew what to do. They'd kill the upstarts. At worst, they'd buy him time to think of a counter-manoeuvre. He watched as the screens in front of him replayed the moment when the torpedoes pierced the Dusk. Black-clad Angels, every one of them in power armour, stepped forward. No Terminators, then.

Less than a minute later, the first Night Lord defenders, the very eighteen that now lay dead in Twenty-Three, took position on the upper platforms. The first bolt rounds had barely been fired when the ships' own shadows turned on its defenders. Mossomion's brain didn't stop in the middle of producing this assumption simply because there hadn't been any mistake in it. Barely a second after the first shot was fired, a giant shadow tore into the Night Lords. Mossomion didn't wait to see the rest. This was new. This was
unexpected. And he hated unexpected.

"Krelius", he growled, find me this...shadow. Use thermal vision, whatever you need, I want to know how something so large ambushes us. Is this one of Corax's pigeons?"

"Krelius!", Mossomion roared, turning. He was already deciding who best from the mortal crew could replace Krelius after he crushed the incompetent's head. The Night Lord realized he'd have to crush something else since Krelius' head was missing. He'd also need to find a different way of ordering Kreliu's replacement to take his new seat since most of the crew was in the same sorry state. The few who still lived were likely to be unable to react to Mossomion's voice as their shock was taking hold of them.

Mossomion understood immediately. The Dark Angel (though it bore no Legion symbol, it had all the ceremonious gravitas of Jonson's lineage) didn't exactly merge with the shadows. He added to them, stealing the surrounding light. Every piece of his wargear, from the matte black armour to the cape and loincloth seemingly made of the darkest void, even the brushed metal that trimmed his frame...they gorged on light. Only the white crossed faceplate cut the dark silhouette, but even that seemed lost amid all the surrounding darkness. It carried few adornments: a slab of stone bearing a hooded angel and four Astartes helmets stripped of any paint and brushed to the same bleak tone of the figure's other metallic elements. As if drawn from a childhood nightmare, Mossomion thought as the figure took a step towards him. Ironic, he laughed to himself, bringing his chainsword up, that Jonson was resorting to fear against the Night Lords. Ridiculous.

"Cai Mossomion", the Angel spectre called. His voice was everything his figure wasn't. Calm yet full of life, deep yet not sounding as if belonging to a grave wraith, as happened with so many of Jonson's Chaplains. "You've slighted the First Legion by your actions in the gravest of ways. Lord Jonson has sentenced you to death, and you are hereby denied any last words."

The Night Lord somersaulted backwards, landing behind a console. His only chance against a Terminator would be to ambush him, hitting him repeatedly, weakening him until he could apply the final blow. The loyalist wretch had some nerve, denying him "any last words". Mossomion took a few steps to the right, seeking to come up from an unexpected position. He knew the Angel was still in the same place, the whirr of his massive armour's servos not part of his stealth camouflage. Mossomion came up, his plasma pistol perfectly aimed, his lips already moving to defy the Angel's verdict.

The plasma blast, not reddish like his but white-yellow and much more potent, hit Cai Mossomion from behind, liquefying him from the waist down, armour, meat and bones. As he fell, dropping his weapons, the Night Lord was still struggling to speak, though only blood came out. His killer loomed above, now more than ever the image of a reaper. He brought his massive power axe up.

Mossomion gargled harder, coughing blood. He looked at the Angel with eyes wide in pain, shock and hate. The loyalist seemed to notice and sighed.

"Do not make your case worse", the Dark Angel said, dropping the axe.

[Firepower]

Hm. Bit of an awkward pose. He looks as if he would be off balance, with the feet both braced behind his center, which itself is forward thanks to the arms. That could be a trick of perspective though, seeing as the tabard covers up the further back leg. Or it could be that his body is leaning in towards the viewer and being put at a downward slope, while the foot is flat and level with the viewer's perspective. Or it could ust be me

But the usual goodies are all there: some clever design bits in the shapes of the weapons, and crazy levels of detail crammed into a few small spots. :tu:

Now to stop being a critic and get cracking on my little DIY competition entry!

[fivepointedstar]

A few questions about Alanqar Termaine. Is he a loyal DA, or a fallen? The axe haft is it wood based? And is the TDA the Justaerin type? Or are the spikes a hint to his course of allegiance.

[Greyall]

@Firepower: Very true, mate. I still have a hard time with perspective and sense of depth, this guy is supposed to be leaning towards the viewer. Still have a long way to go regarding Space Marines, no matter how much detail I can cram.

 

@DK2000: He's a loyalist (or lionist - sorry) The wood part is covering a metallic center. He's wearing Cataphractii TDA. Spikes were a more or less common sight among Astartes before the Heresy, regardless of their later allegiance.

[fivepointedstar]

@Firepower: Very true, mate. I still have a hard time with perspective and sense of depth, this guy is supposed to be leaning towards the viewer. Still have a long way to go regarding Space Marines, no matter how much detail I can cram.

 

@DK2000: He's a loyalist (or lionist - sorry) The wood part is covering a metallic center. He's wearing Cataphractii TDA. Spikes were a more or less common sight among Astartes before the Heresy, regardless of their later allegiance.

Thanks for clearing that up. Now I see it. :)

[CaptainLNH]

The Lightning Warriors

 

http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/036/7/7/lightning_warriors_emblem_by_angelfire400-d5tzg9q.png Chapter Symbol

 

-History-

 

Part of the 24^th founding, the Lightning Warriors were created from the gene seed of the Blood Angels.  Created in order to strengthen Imperial control in the northern most tip of the Segmentum Ultima, and provide security for the Nelthil Sector.  They took the planet
Ceven as their recruitment world, and set up their fortress monastery on the planet’s moon Ivoramar.  The warring feudal kingdoms provided just the type of recruits a chapter needs, while the cultural traditions of honor, valor, and skill of arms, would serve to strengthen
the bonds of the chapter’s brotherhood.  Since that time they have become renowned Xenos fighters, especially against the dreaded Tyranid race, though they have also earned the enmity of the Atun Dynasty, the Red Corsairs, and the numerous Ork empires that rove the
region.  Of the famous battles of the Imperium, the chapter took part in the Necron Worldengine incident, and the Battle of Black Nebula, where they aided in the destruction of Hive Fleet Jormungandr.

-Color Scheme-

 

http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/039/6/a/lightning_warrior_basic_color_scheme__veteran_by_angelfire400-d5u9o3t.jpg

The scheme shown is that of a Chapter Veteran, Devastators, Assault, and Tacticals, replace the silver lining of the shoulder
plates with another color denoting of their role.  In addition, rather than using the traditional codex symbols on the right shoulder, the brother’s role is represented by a chapter rune.  The marine shown is also of the 2^nd Brotherhood, shown by the numeral on his right knee.  As traditionally, the chapter symbol is displayed on the left shoulder, yet the Lightning Warriors have developed a curious habit of inscribing the names of the battles they took part in along the rim of the black circle. Thus long standing veterans appear to have a larger chapter symbol than others.  Lastly, every Battle Brother has the first rune of his name written on the left knee of his armor.  Most strange, and yet important, is that no member of the chapter, even chaplains, bear any skulls or skull iconography on their battle gear. (with the exception of the Mechanicus symbols on Techmarines.) 

In terms of armor style, brothers of the chapter prefer to leave evidence of battle damage, seeing it as a testament to their deeds, and so very few have clean and spotless surfaces.

 

-Combat Doctrine-

 

As they descend from a feudalistic society, the Lightning Warriors are all proficient close combat fighters.  These abilities become exaggerated when the aspirants receive the gene-seed, which comes from the famous close combat warriors of the Blood Angels. Thus Chapter combat preferences are full of drop pod assaults, jump pack insertions, and high intensity strikes likened to their namesake.  Although versed in a wide variety of close combat weapons, many brothers prefer swords and spears to axes and maces, and some will even go so far as to craft elegant semi-curved blades that resemble those of their homeworld. Rumors have spread of black armored
berserkers fighting at the forefront of a Lighting Warriors attack, yet the Chapter dismisses inquiries after mentioning something called the forlorn hope. 

 

-Notorious Character-

 Veteran Sergeant Feanaro, son of Turin, “Hero of the Haxoni Rift Crusade,”

Feanaro is the leader of the Vanguard of the 2^nd Brotherhood, and became infamous for his victories over the Atun Dynasty during the Haxoni Rift Crusade.  In 42 engagements with the Necron legions, his squad only lost a single man, and he himself was responsible for the destruction of several high value targets.  Such is his prowess in battle, that he is being considered a future candidate for Chapter Champion.  He himself prefers to ignore anything remotely political, focusing instead on his duties and brothers. It is rumored
that he served three vigils with the Deathwatch, but he speaks not of it to anyone. 

His personality has been described as, honorable, loyal, resolute, and fearless, with an understand of but not talent for humor.

Feanaro wears an altered suit of MK VII armor, including a jump pack. His helmet bears an Aquila on the brow, and an upgraded
vox unit on the side.  For his chapter runic markings, see image below.  His chosen weapons are a pair of custom lightning claws, and occasionally a plasma pistol in the place of one.  Whereas standard claws have four blades, his possess three oversized blades.  (feel free to add purity seals, parchment, wing symbols like on Blood Angels (but with a blue drop) or Aquillas, but remember no skulls.)

 

http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/039/5/5/veteran_sargeant_feanaro_scheme_information_by_angelfire400-d5u9oob.jpg

-Distinctive Elements-

Ceven, the recruiting world is a vibrant planet covered in massive forests and mountains with valleys, yet is under constant
conflict between the warring feudal states, whose armies utilize a medieval tech level.  The inhabitants are mostly
unaware of the true nature of their guardians, and know them as the “Knights of the Great Emperor.” 

Respect for knighthood, authority, battle prowess, and wisdom, make great attributes for Astartes aspirants.  After participating
in the great tournaments every five years, initiates are taken the fortress monastery on moon Ivoramar. 

A strange place wreathed in lightning storms that are visible from orbit. 

 

Respect for the Codex Astartes is limited, although some chapter tactics and organization is very similar. 

Chapter is in good standings with the Mechanicus and the Inquisition, but not with the Ecclesiarchy.

Gene-seed is apparently stable, with no mutations known. 
 

 

[Brother Argent]

That means we can still enter?  YAY!!!!!! Hope to get something up when I knock off work this arvo.

[Nexus25]

So many awesome DIY!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

[Brother Argent]

Leopards Argent

 

History

Created as part of the 13th Founding the Leopards Argent have been dogged by bad luck from the day of their creation.  That is not to say they have constant bad luck only that, when things do go wrong, they go wrong in the most catastrophic way possible.  This has instilled in the chapter a very stoic and relentless nature in battle.  Tasked with spearheading the first Ascendancy Campaign against the orkish Empire that occupied the Ascendancy sub sector they operated alongside the elements of both the Imperial Guard and Imperial Navy that instilled in them a great respect for their unenhanced allies.  The Chapter assumed wardenship over the entire sub sector.  Since then the Chapter has safeguarded the entire region and are seen as the ultimate authority in any interplanetary conflicts.  The Chapter has since seen off multiple threats to the Imperium.  The most recent and most tragic being known as the Second Ascendancy Crusade, launched as a counter crusade to the vast traitor forces in the area.  During this final battle the Leopards Argent were joined by forces of all three of their successor Chapters.  Although the traitors were eventually defeated at the Battle of the Martyr's Square but at hte loss of their entire 4th Company, as well as heavy losses to other companies.  With the Chapter retreating to their homeworld to rebuild countless forces have assaulted the sub sector.  As the End Times dawn the Chapter Master has declared a third and final Crusade for Ascendancy as the Chapter finds itself stretched thin facing threats from every side.

 

Visuals

 

http://www.bolterandchainsword.com/smsbeta.php?bpe=A2B4BA&bpj=A2B4BA&bp=A2B4BA&bpc=A2B4BA&hdt=A2B4BA&hdm=A2B4BA&hdl=A2B4BA&ey=15ED19&er=A2B4BA&pi=22B50B&nk=A2B4BA&ch=A2B4BA&eg=EBBD1A&sk=EBBD1A&abs=A2B4BA&bt=A2B4BA&cod=A2B4BA&ull=A2B4BA&lk=A2B4BA&lll=A2B4BA&lft=A2B4BA&url=A2B4BA&rk=A2B4BA&lrl=A2B4BA&rft=A2B4BA&slt=171717&sli=A2B4BA&srt=A2B4BA&sri=A2B4BA&ula=A2B4BA&lel=A2B4BA&lla=A2B4BA&lw=A2B4BA&lh=A2B4BA&ura=A2B4BA&rel=A2B4BA&rla=A2B4BA&rw=A2B4BA&rh=A2B4BA&bg=FFFFFF&rb=141414&gr=8F8F8F&wg=true&tabard=239107&ti=0D0D0D&blt=000000

 If the image doesn't work they are all silver armour with knightly influences, such as helmets and green tabards.  Chapter symbol is the Tigers Argent symbol but in green.  Their armour is regarded as a work of art and each brother armour is often covered in religious script, oaths and, of course, Crusade Symbols.   Their armour is often heavily damaged in combat due to their relentless nature in the face of an enemy.  Heroes of the Chapter must face one of the homeworlds apex predators, a giant leopard, in single unarmed combat.  If they manage to defeat this creature they then wear its skin as a cloak as a sign of their prowess.

 

Combat Doctrine

The Leopards Argent work closely with their mortal allies, but are likely to to put themselves at greater risk to ensure no needless losses amongst their allies. Due to their unfortunate luck they have developed a almost willingness to accept defeat, regarding such a result, if unavoidable, as a learning experience.  As such they have been known to accept defeats other more stubborn Chapters would fight to the death over.  Such a foe whom defeats them however must beware however because the Chapter will never forget such slights and will always return to crush their foes.

 

Character

Captain Pallas Argo - Captain of the Fourth Company

Following the tragic loss of the Fourth Company of the Leopards Argent in the final battle to close the Warp Portal in the Battle of the Martyr's Square the Chapters successors worked with the Leopards Argent to rebuild the Company in its entirety by drawing marines from all the Chapters present.  To lead this new and diverse Company a leader was selected from the Leopards Argent to serve as its leader.  Brother Pallas Argo was serving in the Deathwatch at the time and because of this he was the only surviving member still affiliated with the Fourth Company.  His tenure in the Deathwatch ending he was given command of the fledgling company.  This was regarded as an unusual choice for many as when he had been seconded to the Deathwatch Pallas had already began his training to join the Chaplaincy.  Pallas took to the position with ease, however, and it was clear his time in the Deathwatch had changed him.  Since then Pallas has more then proven his competency and has led his newly formed Fourth Company to victory after victory as the End Times Dawn.

 

As far as his equipment goes, I will give you full artistic licence here, although I'd imagine baroque semi Chaplain armour would suit.  When I eventually get around to it Pallas will be both the model I create for tabletop, as well as them main character in my Deathwatch short stories series I intend to get back into writing.

 

Oh and yay, got it in at 11:22PM here in Tassie.