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I'm not much of a Chaos fan, still less Nurgle, but this army is incredible. Your conversions are just outstanding and I really like how the colour scheme bears some relation to their original loyalist one rather than the messy green/browns that often get used to represent Death Guard.
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I'm really really overwhelmed by the massive response this warband is getting - thank you guys very much for the kind words. I'll be sure to update this thread regularly. :blink:

 

A taste of what's to come (add on for my 1650 point army to bring them up to 2000):

 

Another dreadnought (I'll probably wait a bit and see what dread GW comes up with)

A unit of plague zombies as lesser daemons

A greater daemon (heavily converted/scratchbuilt)

A unit of "plague-berzerkers" (think Dead Space/The Thing 2011/Resident Evil/Prototype-ish)

A Rhino for one of the plague marine squads (built, ready for paint)

 

And... a display board. I'm going to enter these guys in the danish Armies on Parade competition. I have a pretty neat idea for the display board, thats going to be very Nurgley.

 

Very nice Guita -

- I know Chaos is supposed to be evil incarnate, but most chaos stuff i see doesnt have that realistic evil look, its all just kinda comical. Your stuff is the first chaos stuff ive seen that genuinely "scares the crap" out of me, very well done. Your stuff actually looks like it is off of a movie set.

 

This is probably the nicest compliment I've gotten on this army, as it is EXACTLY what I've been going for. These guys are supposed to be the most evil things in the universe, bitter and twisted beyond recognition as Astartes - so they should look the part. Thank you very much for making my day. :)

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A small teaser:

 

Kant looked at the sky, dark with clouds and except for the sparse light coming from the two moons of Skylaxis, this hellridden planet, it was pitch black. The heavy rain that soaked his trenchcoat had been coming down on them for 3 weeks straight. He felt the sticky, smelly mud of the trenches give in to his combat boots. The air was thick with gunsmoke from mortars and autocannons, and the smell of rotting corpses of their enemies, lying massacred in piles in front of the trenches. Kant could smell it, even through his rebreather unit. “Well, I won’t live long enough to get a lung infection anyway”, Kant callously thought. The sergeant of the 534th infantry battalion was only 34 standard years, but he looked at least 20 older. Years of exposure to the elements of countless battlefields on forsaken planets had taken its toll, and his face bore marks of toxic rain, freezing wind and frag shrapnel in equal measure. A guardsmans life was short and brutal. For a moment Kant felt compelled to compare his life to an ancient citate from Terra; “It is better to burn bright and briefly, than to...” He shrugged and collected his thoughts – If he was to survive this hellhole, he had better get his :D together, and focus on the job at hand.

 

Their enemies were nothing like what he had fought before. Pre battle mass briefings had informed him that these foes were once guardsmen like himself, traitors, turned away from the Emperors light, and were to be purged to the very last one. He had seen the orbital picts and the once beautiful fields of Skylaxis were a mockery of what once was – every plant, tree and patch of grass rotted away, the skies blackened with clouds of dust, smog and rain, and not a sight of living creature anywere. They had barely been deployed before meeting the first assailants. They had obviously been human, once, but now a shadow of their former selves. Kant had heard tales of walking corpses before, victims of some nightmarish plague virus, but had dismissed them as old wives tales. Until 3 weeks ago. Until he had seen corpses of long dead planetary defense guards, limbering, crawling and running towards them, a moving mockery of life. The first drop troops had barely touched ground before he had heard the gargling yells of his troopers in utter terror, as they had seen the undying, as they had dubbed them, take dozens of las shots, without flinching. Holes had burst through head, chest, and belly, entrails scorched or hanging out, arms blasted off, and still they had kept coming towards them, like a wave of death. Worst of all was the stench. The horrible stench of death, rot and disease. It hung in the air everywhere, and Kant could barely stand it anymore. The drop troopers that had ripped off their rebreathers to vomit at the sight, had, almost instantly, choked on the vile air, and Kant had fought the urge to empty his stomach himself, as he saw some of his veteran troopers throw up their own intestines. The vision still plagued him in his sleep – scarce as it was. He rarely slept more than an hour at most, his dreams interrupted by nightmarish visions of sickness, disease and the rotting corpses of his former platoon members, calling out to him; “Join us, sarge. You will never feel pain, cold or burn again.”

 

The dreams unnerved him, but he was a soldier of the Emperor, having met more Xenos than most his age, and he’d be damned if he’d let a dream get to him.

 

“Incoming!” a voice shouted.

A heavy shell hissed through the air, lunging into a trench 50 metres from him, and a bilious green gas cloud exploded out of it. Kant gasped as he saw the guardsmen in it, running out, screaming in pain as the cloud entered every orifice in their bodies. The mens screams turned to gargles as their larynxes turned to liquid and they ripped at their boiling skin, tearing it from their rotting muscles and bones.

“Emperor save us”, Kant whispered underneath his rebreather mask.

 

The terror unfolding in the trench had blocked out a sound unfamiliar in this hellhole of a warzone. It was distant, but unmistakable; the sound of a bell. Slow, ponderous and dissonant. Kant peeked out of the trench. At first he saw nothing but darkness, but he saw what appeared to be shades walking in the distance. He heard the bell draw closer, and it rang much louder than it should have, from this far away. He saw his platoon next to him looking transfixed at the shades in the distance as well, and snapped to attention.

“Be ready, men!” he yelled “Enemies approaching!”

 

As they levelled their lasguns at the approaching figures, Kant heard the roar of an engine and a massive tank, looking like an Astartes pattern vehicle raced towards another trench. As it drew closer, he saw a large bell mounted at the top of the hull, and Kant realised that it was the origin of the bell sound he had heard. The vehicle was huge, looking like a moving fortress, second in size only to a Baneblade. However, that was the only thing about it that was remotely Astartes. The hull was scarred, blown apart and rusty to such a degree that he found himself wondering how it could even move. The tracks were ridden with spikes and blades and protruding from the front was two massive maws, impossibly growing straight out of the ceramite itself. This disturbing image, however, paled at the sight of dozens of bodies, impaled and lying on large wooden stakes on both sides of the tank. Some were actually moving and writhing, their bodies contorted in agony – entrails and blood leaking out them, eyeless sockets and mouths open, wrenched in pain.

 

The tank, utterly ignoring the countless lasgun and autocannon shots ripping at it, ground to a halt right in front of the trench, and the front door rammed open. Massive figures roared out of it, some twice the height of a guardsman. “A...Astartes...” Kant gasped. The figures were huge, wearing rotted filthy bone and green armour, but their any resemblance to the picts Kant had seen of Astartes stopped there. They figures were horrible beyond belief – abominations of flesh and bone, a constant flux of bloody tendrils, their forms constantly changing. The torsos and heads seemed to have merged into one, a giant horrible maw filled with gnashing teeth. “All is lost...” Kant thought to himself, unable to move. They lunged towards the poor guardsmen in the trench, ripping them to pieces with their horrible tendrils, ripping several in half, blood splattering everywhere. A gaunt figure floated calmly out of the vehicle, soaring impossible several feet above the ground, almost curiously observing the slaughter – another Astartes, that appeared to be their leader – wearing a rotten cowl and strange mechanical arms, laden with blades and syringes filled with foul liquid, emerging from his back. The guardsmens screams silenced, but the foul beings kept hacking at the corpses, chomping the remains to pieces. With a silent wave, the leader sent the warriors storming towards a trench further away, the leader calmly soaring behind.

 

As Kant fell down into the trench, sick to his stomach, he heard a buzzing. A big wasplike creature appeared in front of him, almost the size of his hand – startled, he waved it away, trying to smash it, but it evaded and flew away. Now he heard the buzzing turn into a roar, and saw the air above him fill with thousands of the disgusting creatures, hovering around him, as waiting for a chance to strike. He saw a massive shadow blocking the light, and instinctively turned around, bringing his bolt pistol to aim. He was frozen with terror at the sight.

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GuitaRasmus

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And here's the reason for the teaser:

 

I've finally converted "The Strain" (counts as Khorne Berzerkers with champion) - you can read the fluff for them on an earlier page. Basically daemon-virus infected marines, led by a dark Magos/apothecary:

 

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/4046534/chaos_stuff/khorne_dread/DG/strain1.jpg

 

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/4046534/chaos_stuff/khorne_dread/DG/strain2.jpg

 

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/4046534/chaos_stuff/khorne_dread/DG/strain3.jpg

 

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/4046534/chaos_stuff/khorne_dread/DG/strainchamp.jpg

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Thanks a lot guys. :D Really appreciate the kind words.

 

only just seen this and totally blown away

there is so much talent here and great conversions,defiler ,prince totally awesome :angry:

your conversions make the forgeworld kits look tame and dull (which i know they are not)

and love the strain

 

 

Well, after having looked through your blog, I can say "right back at ya." :P I couldn't find your avatar picture, though - what is it?

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The tendrils, as you correctly pointed out, are dryad branches, and the maws are upside down pink horror heads, with the eyes scraped away.

 

One word - GENIUS.

 

Favourites are definetly "the strain". The background you created gives them real character.

 

Excellent conversions, great idea with pink horror heads. Can't wait to see them all painted up.

 

I will be following this thread closely

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