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It's coming together, lads - even better, it looks a lot like the mockup!

http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/8/26/405888_md-.JPG

Here's the body so far. Its a bit blurry, so here's the lowdown: it's a contemptor relic, with a talos faceplate and talos arm guard covering the aquila. Chaos smokestacks cover the pipes on his back vent.

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His naughty arm, which is earning him the nickname "The ConTRAPtor Dreadnought". The tentacles are from the talos, cut down and made to fit into the close combat arm's finger holes and gun housing.

The legion icon of the Emperor's Children is displayed on his shoulder, made using a Sanguinary guard wing and the studded hand from the Talos.

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His sonic blaster arm. I know, very blurry. However, it scales up perfectly with the contemptor model.

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Here's the guy's rubble base. Not much to say, just an IG dozer blade, a razorback roofing plate, and a chaos dozer blade.

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Nice build so far.

 

One thing that I thought might add to the whole pleasure/pain torture theme instead of the trophy racks would be some of the DE flail chain things I think the Hellions use, or something along those lines either hanging from a shoulder, waist, or dragging behind.

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Hi,

Looking good so far and its nice to see the Talos compnents fit so well with the dread arm, something I may have to steal. ;)

The EC symbol shows great use of spare parts,Another thing I may have to steal (hell, at this rate i'll just take the whole thing :) ).

 

I agree with Brother Ramses about the idea of adding some chains to the model though I'm not sure exactly where it would be best to place them.

 

Do you per chance have any other Emperor's Children models that you'be be willing to show off? I'd love to see some more.

 

Mike.

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Greenstuff organic looking tentacles, unless you're like already done.

But tentacles always make people think Slaanesh.

 

I've had some people claim nurgle though, and I can't understand that one...

 

Looks good from what I've seen!

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chaplainmilky - As it happens, I do indeed have some other Slaanesh stuff to flaunt.

 

Bit of background. This army is a mishmash of Imperial, Chaos, xenos, and other random bits thrown in. It is only painted to a tabletop standard and does NOT showcase my best abilities. I'd say the purple squad painted in pre-Heresy colors is a good approximation of my usual standard, but I am always improving and always learning, practicing regularly. Anyway,

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This is my first squad. All of my squads contain at least one member of the infamous "Special Children". They are known for their bizarre and freakish mutations. Fun activity - try and spot them all!. Incidentally, this squad also contains a converted scout. I run him as a normal Chaos Marine, and fluff wise I can only think of one explanation - the Emperor's Children are recruiting teenagers! Seems like a good tactic...what with teenagers being very HORMONAL and all.

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Second squad, also lead by a "Special" Child. I run him as a Noise Champion with a doom siren usually, as that is what the flute-like mouthpeice built into his helmet represents.

http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/8/16/402318_md-.JPG

Another squad, with another Special leader. Seeing the pattern?

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More squads.

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A dreadnought. I actually quite like this kid. Thus I took a better picture of him:

http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/8/16/402328_md-Chaos,%20Emperor

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A squad painted in the preheresy colors. These guys I'm proud of, and are the best approximation of my skills. If you look, the armor gradient is all wet blended. While it doesn't show up on camera, you can sort of see it on the shoulder plates.

http://images.dakkadakka.com/gallery/2012/8/16/402324_md-Chaos,%20Emperor

A pre-heresy predator. This was converted to roughly resemble the Deimos pattern.

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Another pre heresy predator.

 

And now I'm done.

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I'll have some later, DeathKnight2000.

 

Meanwhile, I felt the inspiration to write some fluff about the man himself:

 

 

Shrellox thundered across the wraithbone bridge, great cracks chiseling themselves into the ceramic flooring where his armored boots descended in heavy, blundering impacts. His blastmaster unleashed a chorus of cacophonous bass notes, blowing away the xenos warriors like frail insects in a strong breeze. Most of the warriors, their footings lost, toppled over the side of the gemstone-decorated bridge, and Shrellox’s viewfinder captured in gory detail the image of one of the xenos warriors being impaled upon the alabaster minaret of one of the craftworld’s towers. He released another dirge, his high-definition photoreceptors scanning the spirit stones of the enemy soldiers as the warbling waves of sound caused minuscule fractures to spiderweb across the surfaces of the precious crystals, their luster seemingly deeming in the cold blue light of the craftworld’s glow-globes. One of his retinue, a marine clad in the purple and gold finery of his pre-heresy fatigues was cut down by a withering hail of monomolecular shuriken rounds, which sliced deep into the ribbed cabling and organic tissues of the legionnaire’s hideously mutated armor but merely scratched the surface of Shrellox’s thick ceramite breastplate.

 

Shrellox’s momentum declined as holographic performance diagnostics flashed up on his pickled retinas, warning him that some obstruction on his right heel was endangering his course. He angled his metal hull downwards and peered through the tinted glass faceplate down at the afflicted mechanism. The gory remains of the legionnaire clung to his sole, bones scraping across the wraithbone bridge’s surface. While the issue was an aesthetic one rather than of tactical import, Shrellox was still pained. Triggering a series of mental commands, Shrellox activated his corrupted dreadnought body’s beautification system. The exquisitely sculpted icon of the Emperors Children legion, a wonderfully wrought golden claw on the end of a vulture’s wing began to flex its talon fingers. Tiny golden studs set into the claw’s palm started to vibrate. Intricate spider-like legs extended from their fat, round bodies. The nano-servitors scuttled across his ceramite armor and similar micro-machines crawled from rivets in the golden trim of his body. Some of the nano-servitors tended to chips and holes punched into his plating by gunfire and alien blades. These machines spewed carefully measured amounts of dyed sealant into the holes, the purple sealant perfectly matching his armor and covering their blemishes entirely. As for the charnel spectacle defiling his heel, acids were released in squirting jets from the underbellies of scores of the golden spiders, dissolving the flesh, blood and gristle from the bones. Without the gore acting as an adhesive, the neat skeletal frame of the chaos marine relinquished its grip on Shrellox’s boot and clattered to the floor.

 

Shrellox grumbled to himself as he resumed his tirade of sonic attacks, putting down a heavy wave of undulating music in defense against a new wave of eldar attackers. While his sonic cannon pumped pyrotechnical blasts of noise into the air, he felt a great feeling of shame overcome him. He was not the best swordsman of the legion, nor did he possess the most accurate aim. The Primarch extolled the ideals of perfection in all aspects of war, and in life he knew he had never quite reached the expectations of his lord. He problem was not so much a lack of skill, but an all-consuming narcissistic neuroticism that leant heavily towards the negative aspects of the perfectionist, emotionally masochistic self-torment that the soldiers of the Emperor’s Children subjected themselves to. His personal obsession was one of cleanliness – he prided himself on the ostentations showmanship and decoration of his armor. It was this obsession that caused his death. He had been scraping the brains of a loyalist defector from his shoulder greave when the swift slash of a power sword had rent his guts from his side.

 

Shrellox knew all too well that he did not deserve the iron frame of an immortal dreadnought. His fellows kept him not alive out of respect, or a tactical necessity, but as a cruel joke. He had heard tales from other legions of their dreadnoughts becoming decrepit, senile and even dangerous in their millennia-old age. He could feel the same thing happening to him. His neuroticism was become more frantic than it ever had been in life, to the degree where he was no longer content with having his armor hosed down after a battle’s end but had in fact requested that the legion’s techmarines install a battle-ready beautification system in his dreadnught body. Shrellox had suspicions that this was not just him getting old. He once had had his shell examined, and the techmarines had extracted faulty, rusted and recycled components that they claimed were intended for dreadnoughts that were many models more primitive than he. Shrellox held no doubts as to the reason for this mechanical error. Just like his brethren to deliberately accelerate his madness! That’s why they always sent him into the fray, where his shell was certain to be defiled with blood within seconds!

And why should they?! Didn’t they realize he was the most faithful to the dark prince, the most deserving of reward! Other gods might mutate their followers beyond recognition, drive them insane from killing, or pump them full of pusses! Slaanesh ensured his legion’s divine beauty! Surely his acknowledgement of hygiene was simply a facet of this appreciation for beauty?! He deserved this body! It was he, Shrellox, who was the most devout, the most beautiful, the most blessed by the dark prince!

 

Shrellox released a deafening blast of sound. The shockwave threw all of the approaching warriors off of the bridge, save one. A wild-eyed youth, a raven headed female clad in tight-fitting ceramic plate bearing a long, crystalline rapier stepped forward. She twirled the blade and pointed the tip at his heart – a challenge. Cracked lips splitting into a smile behind his faceless mask. Usually he preferred the ballistic approach, due to its clean, non-confrontational attitude. This time, however, his cleansing servitors were still active. He could indulge himself, for once. His other arms flexed its fingers. The six long, mechanized tendrils looked sickeningly suggestive, flensing disturbingly. They squirmed as lengths of pinkish electricity flashed along their barbed edges. The eldar maiden stepped forward, letting out a war cry as she charged against the mechanized behemoth.

The battle was over before it even begun. Shrellox’s sinuous tentacles wrapped around the maiden’s torso and constricted, cracking her armor in dozens of places. Milky white flesh shone through, and Shrellox administered a jolt of electricity to his tendrils’ barbed tips. For a split second a look of ecstatic joy alighted on the eldar’s face. It was a look of repressed pleasure, of things she was bred to abhor but secretly longed for. The look ended abruptly when Shrellox crushed her spine. A pang of frustration flashed through his augmented brain as gore spat over his twisted gauntlet, but the nano-servitors swiftly scuttled over his claw and began healing the aesthetic damage. Shrellox watched the flesh around the banshee’s skull dissolve into paste, and relief alighted in his heart when her dried bones fell from his sparkling arm, clattering to the floor of the shining wraithbone bridge.

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Really enjoyed having a good look over your army. The use of quite a variety of parts for the conversions a good idea and gives thd chamipon

Have to say the Pre-heresy Children look ace and you've nailed the paint scheme.

 

Looking forward to seeing some progress with the contemptor.

 

Mike.

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Looking good. I especially like the tentacle arm.

 

If you want to work some tentacles in, I would suggest having them breaching the rear armor and curling around the smoke stacks. Suggestive, but not vulgar. If you wanted to, you may want to sculpt a leather wrap around one leg with tiny bead studs.

 

Your pictures are very dark, though. Get a lamp or two on the sides instead of just relying on your flash. Longer term, get a tripod or otherwise stabilize your camera so you can use longer exposure times.

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