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I need to pay attention to what is going on in this thread more often, especially the chance to see one of my minis turned into a work of art! Beautiful stuff greyall! Hard to find faults! Love it all!
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Greetings, Brothers. First of my new series, Traitoris Probrosum - traitors from loyalist Legions that devote themselves to a single god. Up first, Khorne!

 

Manuel Graspar, formerly of the Imperial Fists

 

http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2014/166/c/f/khorne__manuel_graspar___imperial_fists_by_greyall-d7mfzpo.jpg

 

 

 

 

“Does your god of bloodshed fear the competition, perhaps?”

The last sane words of Manuel Graspar

 

As Horus’ treachery was revealed, and though in hindsight it is easy to see how the change upon his forces was too sudden and deranged, there were yet those who denied the hand of dark forces behind the Warmaster’s unimaginable act, both the Emperor’s decree of atheism and the rather material (though alien) nature of the Astartes’ usual enemies making it hard to believe the very existence of the Ruinous Four.

 

Manuel Graspar, Terran-born and sharer of Rogal Dorn’s pragmatism, was one such soul. But where the Primarch drew his ways from the use of cold logic, Graspar let the cruelty of the Galaxy erase any notion of godhood he might ever have had and openly mocked the first sign of religious fervor. In all else but the liking for dark jesting, though, he was a true son of the Praetorian: rigid, duty-bound and solid as stone, both on the offensive and the defensive. When Rogal Dorn put Graspar in command of the 20-man garrison on the fortress-castle on Samson, he knew the whole of his son’s soul would be put to the task.

 

When a band of World Eaters attacked the fortress on their way to the Eye of Terror, after their defeat at Terra, Graspar held the place masterfully, denying the much more numerous attackers any entry to the castle for more than seven hours. When the fighting devolved into a bloody melee for each meter of the fortress’ corridors, the Imperial Fist, as expected, openly mocked the World Eater’s chants and devotion to Khorne…and sealed his and his brothers’ fate. His treachery was too abrupt to allow any other explanation: the Blood God heard Graspar’s mockery and immediately punished him, overcoming his mind. What footage remains of the event shows Graspar’s censors’ vapour turning crimson. For a moment he seems dizzied by this, right before slamming his hammer, ‘Certainty’, against Sergeant Searax. The rest of the battle, as is easy to deduce, was a massacre. Even the iron will of the Imperial Fists could not prepare them for their Captain’s treason.

 

Now, ten thousand years passed, Manuel Graspar still guards Samson, though the planet is gone, nothing remaining of it but the rocky crust enveloping the fortress’ sub-levels, and so the void-roaming castle has taken the planet’s name. It has also become a portent of suffering and gut-wrenching slaughter for millions of Imperial citizens and xenos alike. Where Samson exits the Warp, the hordes of Khorne follow swiftly, bloodletters, chaos space marines and all manner of gore-soaked monstrosities descending on whatever worlds they can reach. Inside the castle, Graspar practices his daily duties, as befitting a loyal son of Dorne. In his mind, he sees a nest of traitors on every Imperial hive; the golden companies of the VIIth Legion on Khorne’s red-and-brass hordes; the VIIth’s artificers placing a golden eagle on his armour instead of the Dark Mechanicum adepts riveting yet another spiked plaque; he sees his brothers sitting beside him at the feasting table and not their skulls adorning his armour.

 

But perhaps the most troubling, broken aspect of Manuel Graspar’s psyche is that he is dead. Every time he was mortally wounded, one of his brothers donned his wargear and took his place at the head of Samson. This was the Imperial Army’s first assumption, before blood tests were run, images and sound analyzed. For some reason, the Dark Mechanicum replace Graspar’s face every time he nearly falls, grafting the face of one of the loyal Imperial Fists who were betrayed by Graspar during the Scouring. In turn, Graspar impersonates the fallen Marine almost perfectly, only the voice remaining the same. To the Imperial Fists, Manuel Graspar is a reminder of the power of Khorne, a stain upon their honour and, above all, a painful, ever-playing memory of a tragedy.

 

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Next: cables and cogs :)

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I really like the fact that you've taken a similar tack to others who draw or model Fists, and given him a Moustache (the capital M is fully deserved, it isn't a moustache, it's a Moustache happy.png ) The name of his hammer is awesome too. The mixture of Fist and Khornate symbols is not jarring at all, in fact they rather disturbingly go well together!

Next: cables and cogs smile.png

Could it be...? wub.png

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My favorite part, besides the hammer's haft and dangling jawbone, is the index finger on his PF pointing to your name. Probably unintentional, but awesome nonetheless.

 

Its like he's saying, "Know who created me? No, not the false emperor you simple minded fool! Look where Im pointing!"

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I love it. Its amazing what a few spikes here and there do to increase the baddassery of a suit of armor. The story is inticing. I read some, scrolled back up to envision it, and re read some more. it had me hooked. Well done Greyall.

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Another great piece! Just one piece of constructive criticism:

 

When Rogal Dorn put Graspar in command of the 20-man garrison on the fortress-castle on Samson, he knew the whole of his son’s soul would be put to the task... The rest of the battle, as is easy to deduce, was a massacre. 

 

Can you really massacre 20 men? I think of massacre as a huge event with lots of bodies. Certainly more than two dozen. Again, it's a fantastic piece and that's just a single word in an otherwise excellent story. 

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Another great piece! Just one piece of constructive criticism:

 

When Rogal Dorn put Graspar in command of the 20-man garrison on the fortress-castle on Samson, he knew the whole of his son’s soul would be put to the task... The rest of the battle, as is easy to deduce, was a massacre. 

 

Can you really massacre 20 men? I think of massacre as a huge event with lots of bodies. Certainly more than two dozen. Again, it's a fantastic piece and that's just a single word in an otherwise excellent story. 

 

In a lot of badly written fiction "massacre" is used as a synonym for "slaughter" - and you can slaughter 20 men!

 

And yes, I realise it looks like I'm calling that badly written but I'm not!

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Yay, my first Tartaros Termie.

The story for him was kind of hard to make up, I didn't want him to lose his stoic pose, but why would a mule-stubborn Imperial Fist keep being stoic and haughty while turning to Khorne? Then I remembered Khorne is a god, which does allow for some shortcuts, so the twist was how the Blood God used a liiiiitle sneaky cruelty to make the guy believe he's still on te loyalists' side.

Now, aesthetically, I tried to have it look like the Dark Mechanicus want to keep the shock effect against Imperial Armies: they could simply have filled him with Khorne symbols and painted him red, but they've kept/defiled some iconic Imperial elements - I'm kind of proud about the Imperial eagle with a skull nailed to its head *shuckles*

Aquilanus, your guy is next, most of the wargear is thought of, but the bionics will be another challenge.Hope it doesn't take long, but I'll probably keep radio silence, since I'm starting a new job.

A thousand thanks, mates. BRB tongue.png

Edit: @reckoning: Lol, that wasn't intentional. I thought I'd signed a bit more to the right. His pose is meant to say "Meet your grave"

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Aquilanus, your guy is next, most of the wargear is thought of, but the bionics will be another challenge.Hope it doesn't take long, but I'll probably keep radio silence, since I'm starting a new job.

A thousand thanks, mates. BRB tongue.png

Please don't rush on my account! Good luck with the new job! thumbsup.gif

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Here's Aquilanus' character of choice, Captain Hubros of the Steel Wings, an Iron Hands successor.

 

http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2014/180/6/a/captain_hubros___steel_wings_by_greyall-d7oj3dq.jpg

 

Drawing cyber-marines is one hell of a love-hate relationship, but I'm happy with lefty here. Coming up with a design for the mechanical part of his face was the hardest part, but I think a more masked and less 'metal skull' look fits the 40K mantra better.

 

Cheers, all. Next is the second traitor of the series. I've got about six or so alreay planned.

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Something tells me Aquilanus will like him... biggrin.png

You thought correctly happy.png

I haven't been able to post a reply for most of the day (blasted mobile devices dry.png ), but I've been sneaking a quick peek all day. He's more than I could have hoped for. Thanks Greyall! thumbsup.gif

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