Nurgle (HoR) Kill Team warband - still having Hobby-ADD

[Bob Hunk]

Wow, looking very cool. B) Love the Plague Marines! :)

[GuitaRasmus]

Thanks guys. :)

I've been a very busy little bee this week, and finished off one of the cultist units - Actually, I had to strip them once, since my first colour scheme didn't fit in with the power armour boys, but I'm pretty satisfied with these. Pretty much all washes on a white primer:

 

 

I took an all nighter last night, and the second unit is almost done, only missing the eyes and some small details, so hopefully some pics of those later this weekend. :)

[batu]

Really cool stuff brother

The cultist mob is wonderful.

[GuitaRasmus]

Thanks!

I've finished the last cultists - Yay! Next stop, the fun stuff; finishing the champ and spawn, and getting paint on them.

[GuitaRasmus]

I'm almost finished with the modelling of Abominus, my terminator champion for the Nurgle Kill Team warband, so I thought I'd snap a few shots of him. He's a big, mean hunk of rot, filth and evil.

 

He's armed with a heavy flamer and a lightning claw, and as you can see from the pics, I've magnetized the gun arm, and am in the process of building him an underslung combiplasma as well.

 

 

 

[Chaeron]

Simply beautiful. More please.

[Darth Mustard]

he totally looks the part

I especially like the blade, the flamer and the head choice

great combo

[GuitaRasmus]

Thanks!

 

I've finished the painting on my evil Nurgle Champion, Abominus. He seems a bit darker than the others, mostly because the trims are more dominant on him, but I like the result - he seems very dark and looming, and I particularly like his pet vulture.

 

 

 

 

I've also almost finished greenstuffing the spawn - can't decide if it needs more arms or not;

 

 

 

[Stormborn]

Have to sat Abominus may just be my new favourite miniature (may even have to replace my pig in welly boots wallpaper with him).  I think the spawn has the right amount of arms, have you considered a tail?

[Forté]

As always. Another top quality thread full of stuff that makes me want to give up ;)

[Daemon2027]

Looks fantastic. I am going to be doing some chaos conversions soon and I will sure be taking design cues from here.

[Darth Mustard]

sweet molly ¡!¡

I really like the helmet

The mini (if one can still say) looks even better painted (serious progress there) 

I think the spawn has the right number of arms and looks great

More arms = Tzeentch ;)

[ElDuderino]

Man, i love your huge terminators, every single one of them. I'm thinking of burrowing the idea and make one of my own but i doubt i could pull it off. It's worth the risk though if it turns out anywhere as good as yours.

[DarkMark]

I can't wait to see what you cook up with the new fantasy stuff about to be released. Any inklings yet you'd like to share?

[Xin Ceithan]

The champion is even more impressive painted up. Is that scythe an DE Incubus glaive?

[Biohazard]

Abominus is looking awesome as usual. For the spawn have you considered another head in addition to the DP one?

[GuitaRasmus]

Thanks a lot guys - always appreciate the kind words.

The champion is even more impressive painted up. Is that scythe an DE Incubus glaive?

Nope, it's the scythe from the Talos kit - an amazing kit for converters.

I can't wait to see what you cook up with the new fantasy stuff about to be released. Any inklings yet you'd like to share?

I'm actually considering working together with one of my mates, who is an amazing painter, on an Undead army for fantasy - I'll build, he'll paint. We'll see about it.

Abominus is looking awesome as usual. For the spawn have you considered another head in addition to the DP one?

I actually tried it, but it looked kind of out of place. Thanks for the suggestion, though. :)

[GuitaRasmus]

I'd also like to share a little piece of fluff I've written; the other players and I in the campaign, write small pieces of background stories, to narrate the games, and give challenges for grudge matches, etc. The teams have just fought plague zombies in the depths of a hive city:

Ichabod stood before his masters chambers in the dark, damp cave, located in the darkest depths of the Hive. The cultist leader was struggling not to tremble. Even though the blessed ones, the undying walking avatars of the great fathers might, had done an admirable job of distracting the filthy xenos and the misguided followers of the carrion emperor, they had not proved enough of a threat to keep them from getting hold of the comm interceptors. His master would surely not be pleased.

He took a deep breath, Oh, to be so blessed by the great Father – to be such a magnificent champon of Nurgle, as his master was. Ichabod knew that he would never rise to any such position, although he was surely the most blessed of his cultists. His teeth was falling out, he had no hair left, and wonderful boils and buboes was forming around his body. He was especially proud of a large gangrenous wound on his face, where the great fathers little white children was constantly gnawing away at his flesh.

He knew he had to deliver the news to his master. Though he was proud of the last two victories, one against the misguided followers of the so called machine god – as laughable as worshipping a chronometer – and the vile greenskins, who had had the obtusity to causing his master a wound to the chest. Fortunately the great father had protected his master, and they had won the confrontation, as the cowardly greenskins retreated, but just barely.

He entered the chamber and looked around, quietly admiring the transformation it had undergone in just the few weeks since they had made it their base; moss, fungal growths and beautiful little algae-like creatures covered the walls and floor, and the metal bulkheads and pipes were rapidly corroding. But the scent… Even through his rebreather mask, which he was unfortunately forced to wear, since he was not quite ready for such a plethora of blessings from the father, he was savouring the smell of a thousand plagues, poxes and the exquisite taste of rot emanating from the throne played with his taste buds.

A rusty voice, grating and bubbling with mucuos roared quietly through the chamber;
”What news have you for me, maggot?”
Abominus sat on this throne, in splendid bone white and emerald terminator plate, larger than any space marine Ichabod had ever seen. As Abominus spoke, he slowly rose, breaking loose from the throne, unbelievably already bonded to it with small spore growths and barnacles. Blood, slime and oily grime covered his white plate, and he creaked and cracked as his joints came loose from the throne. The carrion bird, that for unknown reasons constantly followed his master, sat on his left shoulder, picking away at the eyeball of one of his masters trophies. Eerie green light shone in his masters eyes, and they grew brighter as he stood up in full height, almost a full 3 metros tall. He looked down on his servant, tilting his head a little to the side, as a child intrigued by a new plaything.

Ichabod sunk, and spoke:
”Great lord, though the blessid ones have tried, but failed. Many of the intruders have managed to grab the comm interceptors, and the scans show that they are about to leave the depths. My deepest apologies for this failure, my lord – I take full responsibility, and leave my fate in your hands, should you choose to send me to the great fathers gardens.”

A grating sound emanated through the room – a horrible, creaking sound, like bones breaking combined with the sound a man makes when he vomits. The sound grew in volume, and suddenly Ichabod realized that the sound was his master laughing.

”Little maggot”, Abominus spoke; ”First of all – I don’t need your permission to take your fate in my hands. You are but a speck of dust, an atom on a planet compared to me. I end you whenever I want to. However, I see the great father’s taken a liking to you, and you do amuse me so, with your bowing and scraping. ”

”Secondly, little maggot… The comm interceptors were never the true objective of this little ruse – the objective was to get the intruders down here to the depths. I’ve ordered my Plague Marines to rig the escape shafts with explosives, which I’ve just voxed them to detonate. There is only one way out now, through the tunnels. It is time they meet the Tunnel Dweller, most blessid of Nergals creatures. ”

The sound of explosions rang throughout the structure, causing Ichabod to flinch, but he held tall and proud. He cried behind his rebreather mask – not only would he live to serve his master another day, he had not failed – the great father would be proud, and perhaps even bless him with a gift. As he made a gesture to leave, Abominus grating voice spoke once more:

”And little maggot – do try to goad the Dark Eldar intruders into falling into a confrontation with us. The witch-queen and I have a score to settle.”

[Armond]

Your big man is beautifully accomplished! I love the underslung blade! Always nice to see something pulled off so well!

[Teetengee]

A grating sound emanated through the room – a horrible, creaking sound, like bones breaking combined with the sound a man makes when he vomits. The sound grew in volume, and suddenly Ichabod realized that the sound was his master laughing.

ew, so wonderfully ew.

[Skrundle87]

Both your new models are simply bad ass

[K0rtmer]

Oh, so much awesomeness here ... There's not a single model that isn't awesome, but, to be honest, I absolutely love the Spawn. I can't wait to see it painted.

[GuitaRasmus]

Thanks a lot guys.

[Veteran Sergeant]

Beautiful work. I especially like the way you brought life to the rather bland monopose cultists.

[Chaeron]

That's absolutely gorgeous - love it. Looks so natural!