JackDaw Posted January 30, 2015 Author Share Posted January 30, 2015 Cheer Mol, feedback much appreciated. I like both Vale and Patreides, but for different reasons - Vale is very much an archetypal 30k Angel, all pretty and fearsome. Patreides is my image of a pre-Baal Angel, old Terran and very much a brutalised reminder of where the Legion came from. He does need a bit of greenstuff work and you picked out all the areas I was going to sort out, you hobby genius. The leg is deliberately chosen to be a bit clunky and rough - legacy of Signus and hasty repairs rather than beautifully wrought augmetics like his right arm. Yep, there's a whole fluff justification for damn near every part of this model. Did you expect anything less? Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3936357 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Dallo Posted January 31, 2015 Share Posted January 31, 2015 It looks like a crazy amount of work went into his sword hand. Is the actual hand from the metal BA vanguard? It looks like I was right to be worried about your guy showing mine up. ;) I was considering giving him the first name of Minos, but in the end decided to invert it to Sonim, which is a discision I'm glad of now. Can we get a closer look at his mech leg? He's looking excellent. I like the use of Calgar's head. I think it really works. I guess wih competition like this, I'll have to get my butt in gear and actually start posting. Keep up the good work. Dallo Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3936660 Share on other sites More sharing options...
JackDaw Posted February 2, 2015 Author Share Posted February 2, 2015 Enter The Blooded And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh—but smile no more. Fragment from the lost Pre-Unification works of Edal Len’Po, circa late M1. "For a time, we staggered, assailed without end and bleeding our lives away. A stand was impossible, we could not rally enough numbers to stem the tide of Nails-lost Eaters that poured at us. We could not be Fire Scorpions, belligerent and open in our wrath. Instead, we made of ourselves Shear Wasps - small, hidden from view until we struck, and viciously venomous...." From Blood on the Steel: the lives of Seraph Bastian Ortega, once named Icarium, of the IXth Legion Astartes. ***accessing memory: auto-quill engaged * * * ***Location: Artemisia's Rest Habitation Tower, Concourse 6-5, AnMonal Sub-dist, Palace of Terra. ***Timestamp: Day 9 of the Fall The rockcrete dividing wall of the hab-unit disintegrated under the weight and concussive force of the Astartes that crashed through it. Dust and paper debris filled the air in thick clouds, swirling around the growling sprawled figure of the fallen Eater, his Mark IV plate cracked and holed in several places, spitting sparks from damaged servo-bundles and muscle fibres. Left arm hanging ragdoll loose, thick Astartes blood drooling from joints, the Eater pushed himself up on his remaining working arm, spitting guttural curses from behind his helm. The clenched steel fist that crashed into his helm, driven by the soot-dulled augmetic arm and gene-bred Astartes strength behind it, hit with such force that steel fingers buckled and twisted, ceramite from the cratered helm punched deep into the flesh and bone beneath. The Eater dropped, limbs twitching spasmodically until a heavy blade sunk deep into the ribbing covering its throat, rich Astartes blood misting into the air. "Stay down, bastard" growled Pollo Nymas of the Ninth, teeth gritted in a snarl behind his respirator. Inspecting the damage to his left hand, the augmetic clenching and unclenching with a protesting whine, the Angel could taste the blood of the Eater in the air, sour and metallic with combat stims and the effects of the Nails hammered into its ruined cranium. Unbidden, saliva rushed into his mouth as his eyeteeth lengthened painfully. Grimacing, the veteran Astartes turned from the ruined room, crimson armour chipped and brutalised by the near constant combat Seraph had found themselves in. Casting his gaze around for his fallen boltgun, Nymas' eye caught on the tattered scrap of a stuffed ursus lying in the corner of the ruined room. Beneath the dust and debris, the walls had been papered and painted a soft purple. A child's room. This war had been brought to a child's room. Retrieving his Tigrus from where it had fallen, Nymas shrugged off the dark thoughts regarding this war that crowded his mind and tabbed the vox-relay set into the collar of his war-plate. The reply he received from Ilenz was terse, the voice strained with the effort of hiding pain. "Are you done then Pol?" "Eighth floor clear. Descending now." "Good, because one got away from me and is heading up. He has a nuncio-vox." "Really Ilenz? You let a vox get away?" "Didn’t have much choice you arrogant bastard, he caught me with a maul then ran like one of Curzes," Nymas was already moving, Astartes-swift, through corridors and stairwells. The familiar weight of the Tigrus in his hands, haptic feedback sensors in the grip flashing up ammo counters and range details to the tactical view imposed over his eyes. Two floors down, now three. A flash of dirty white plate from the corner ahead and the barking cough of a bolter announced the arrival of the Eater, rounds biting chunks from the walls of the corridor but not coming close enough to worry the Angel. More dust in the air, mixing with the stink of cordite as Nymas dropped to a knee, his own boltgun already barking a reply. Sabot rounds punched neat holes in the brickwork of the corner, the armour piercing shells punching through and into the Eater behind. The Astartes was thrown back to the far wall by the impacts, armour cracked but not breached, the rounds robbed of most of their momentum by the intervening wall. Still, the Eater was dazed, weapon falling from loose hands, snarls issuing from the blue painted helm it wore. Nymas closed, clamping his bolter to the mag-plate on his thigh armour and drawing his heavy combat blade. The Eater pushed off the wall, arms out and hands crooked into ceramite plated claws as though he intended to tear Nymas limb from limb. Snarling, Nymas accelerated into a run, the impact of his footfalls leaving concussive craters in the wooden flooring of the corridor. The Eater staggered into his own run, making two paces forward before the coruscating arc of a power axe hammered into his side, sending him flying sideways in a spray of armour shard and blood. Tolomy Ilenz of the Blooded limped into view and swung again, the powered blade biting deep into the Eaters neck and carving down into the barrel chest beneath. Ceramite ruptured and servos blew as the Eaters war-plate shattered like china and the air was full of the stench of burning flesh. Pulling the weapon free, Ilenz took a step backward, heavy breathing audible even through his helm. The sparking blue power-field surrounding Ilenz' axe-head spat and squealed as the Astartes blood coating it was burnt away. Coming to a halt next to Ilenz, Nymas could see the damage to his chestplate, the crimson ceramite cracked and buckled along the ribs. The smell of his brothers blood was in the air, rich and spiced, warring with the thicker, coarser stench of the Eaters vitae. The Angels of the Ninth savoured a rare moment of silence before it was broken by the avuncular growl of the Old Bull through the vox. "Children, tell me your building is secure." Nymas felt a grin tug at his lips against all odds. "Aye Uncle, all secure. Six Eaters, recon unit with vox." "So..what? You're having a rest now? Concourse nineteen-three, now. The Eaters have a Spartan." The pair of Angels swore softly. Bruised, wounded, aching and tired, they turned and moved through the ruined hab-tower, weapons in hand. On this day it seemed, there was only war. * * * http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150130_095543_zpsuqphn6an.jpghttp://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150130_095556_zps604tcf9l.jpg "Treachery breeds its own excuses. Come, let me show you the true line of division, here at the edge of my axe..." Tolomy Ilenz, named Ramiel, of the Blooded of Seraph Company, IXth Legion Astartes Ilenz had a painters hands, deft and gentle, capable of creating such beauty. But to see him at war, those same hands moving his axe in a skein of butchery - that was the very paradox at the heart of our Legion. As with all of the Blooded, his mark IV armour was artificed and decorated with great care and attention, equal in beauty to the armour of Consuls of other Legions. It was true that Ilenz could be somewhat vain regarding his looks and appearance and the joke was that the Third had lost one of their prettiest to the more handsome Ninth. Ilenz took it all in good grace, none of us doubting that he was a true son of Sanguinius and his fury in battle was testament to that. Tolomy Ilenz died a good death, carving slow Eater Cataphractii apart with his axe before burying it in the power plant of a Contemptor. Even his end was beautiful in its own way. http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150130_095636_zpsdbmyph2y.jpghttp://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150130_095646_zpsjhjlgfi7.jpg "This war will not end, not now, not in a hundred or a thousand or ten thousand years. All we do is push back the Night, but it will always fall. That is why we were born, to fight this long war for you. We are not human, we are Angels, ever-living and eternally at war." Pollo Nymas, named Sandalphon, of the Blooded of Seraph Company, IXth Legion Astartes Dour, acerbic, melancholic. These were but a few words used to describe Nymas. A philosopher concerned with the paradoxes of the human experience, he was never truly the best company and seldom mixed with the rest of the Blooded. Nymas lost his arm to Eldar raiders a score of years earlier, severed by a blade wielded by one of their psyker-leaders and he always maintained that he could still feel the limb and felt its pain constantly. It was that augmetic that repeatedly drove his combat blade into the gut of the Eater Consul that killed him, butchering his killer even as Nymas felt his throat torn out. ***memory core access rescinded: auto-quill disengaged Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3938111 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rojo Posted February 2, 2015 Share Posted February 2, 2015 In a word, "Haunting." Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3938165 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flint13 Posted February 2, 2015 Share Posted February 2, 2015 In another few, "sexy, sexy literary and visual chocolate." Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3938176 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slips Posted February 2, 2015 Share Posted February 2, 2015 In another few, "sexy, sexy literary and visual chocolate." *sigh* I gotta do this *sigh* ...you mean like your Avatar? *cough* Now thats done, really like the pose of Nymas and Ilenez. Really nice sense of momentum. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3938195 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tian Shan Posted February 2, 2015 Share Posted February 2, 2015 Great movement in these guys, one can almost feel the wind whipping about them. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3938208 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noctus Cornix Posted February 2, 2015 Share Posted February 2, 2015 Pollo Nymas has to be my absolute favorite of your Serpah so far... There's just something so... simple and concise about them. Its a beautiful flow of the model that creates movement and deliberate drive in the model. A certain defiance in his stature, facing the whipping wind and the inevitable death before him. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3938242 Share on other sites More sharing options...
JackDaw Posted February 3, 2015 Author Share Posted February 3, 2015 Evening chaps and chappesses - thanks again for all your comments and support. Brother Dallo - The sword hand wasnt too bad to be fair, but yeah, probably a bit involved for what the end result is. It is the hand from the BA Jump Vet, the sword its holding is very nice, but a bit too showy for my 30k Angels. I'll get some extra pics of him sorted once the greenstuff and base are done, the bionic leg is nice but possibly a little thin on the bulky Praetor. And yes, get posting :) Rojo - Thanks man, haunting is kinda what I wanted. Flint13 - Haha "Literary & Visual Chocolate" might have to be the name of my next thread. Or my autobiography. Or a misleading sex tape.... Slipstreams - Yeah they've got a nice flow to them havent they? I was especially pleased with how Ilenz turned out as I was a bit dubious about that body in particular. Tian Shan - Much appreciated buddy :) Wind, shell strikes, weapon blasts, all that wartime goodness. Noctus Cornix - Nymas didnt seem to get a lot of love in his preview, so its good to know he's liked. I was pleased with the movement in him once he was assembled, it was nice to do something quite simple. That's it for now folks, working on the accompanying fluff for the next two Vets tonight and I've started the painting on the first character - all the red is done so it's not too long to go now. More to come soon :) Jack Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3939697 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Dallo Posted February 3, 2015 Share Posted February 3, 2015 Awesome. As it happens, I started my plog the other day. Feel free to drop in for a look. http://www.bolterandchainsword.com/topic/302878-ferrum-intra-in-the-footsteps-of-giants/?do=findComment&comment=3938912 Still looking forward to the fluff for your veterans. Dallo Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3939744 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Nameless Posted February 3, 2015 Share Posted February 3, 2015 It's been a while since I looked at this, and it just keeps getting better (or worse, from the angels' point of view). I really liked the freehand symbol on Matias, and I only have one criticism of these two veterans; it looks like Nymas' eyes aren't painted. And Nymas' background piece very much fits the mournful look he has. It's good. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3939877 Share on other sites More sharing options...
JackDaw Posted February 6, 2015 Author Share Posted February 6, 2015 The Truth of Violence "Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone— Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy." Fragment from the lost Pre-Unification works of Edal Len’Po, circa late M1. "War was our constant companion. Still, every man or Astartes who fought on Terra could say the same. Seraph was not special, no more so than any other Loyalist who stood on the cradle of humanity and held back the madness. Aye, we fought, and some rare times our reward was a moment of quiet to reflect on where we found ourselves." From Blood on the Steel: the lives of Seraph Bastian Ortega, once named Icarium, of the IXth Legion Astartes. ***accessing memory: auto-quill engaged * * * ***Location: Concourse 7-12, AnMonal Sub-dist, Palace of Terra. ***Timestamp: Day 11 of the Fall The narrow street that lay before the two Angels was a sea of shattered ceramite and broken Astartes bodies, rich crimson and gore-spattered white plate lying side by side in a peace they had not shared in life. The dust-laden air stank of combat, gunsmoke and blood heavy on the tongue and all undercut with the sour metallic tang of too many combat-stims and hormones. The pinnacle of mans achievements, the vaunted Astartes, all laid low and broken by the basest of mans failings. The pair of Angels, one bare-headed, the other masked behind ornate gold, picked their way slowly through the devastation before them, resignation clear in every step. Javier Marl, named Leliel, mag-clamped his Tigrus to his thigh plate and knelt by the shattered corpse of a crimson armoured brother. The plate that matched his own was broken and cratered, the chestpiece opened by savage blows from a chainblade and the fused ribcage below breached bloodily. Marl reached out, fingertips tracing the wounds as though they could feel the violence that caused them. Across the war-torn street, long chainsword resting idly across hugely armoured pauldrons, his companion snorted in impatience, rough vowels in his voice betraying his birthplace in the rad-deserts of Baal. "Get on with it Javi. I count thirteen dead of Seraph, so I'm guessing Cisca and what was left of Leopard-8 haven’t made it." Turning over an empty crimson painted helm in his hands, Marl noted the armourer's serial inscribed inside. Placing the helm reverentially on its once-owners bloody chest, he nodded and straightened, face hidden behind the golden faceplate of his own helm. When he spoke, his voice was soft, devoid of any clear accent or inflection. "The helm was Abri's. They have fallen, alone and unmourned." "Alone and un-" Arca's face flushed an angry red to match the rad-burn creeping across his temple. "Lay off the shekking poetry Javi, this isn’t the place." "Is it not? Look around us Tabris, we stand in the womb of humanity and we taint it with violence and hate and blood. Where else would we need poetry?" Arca stormed forwards, grabbing Marl by the collar of his warplate, pulling the Astartes' armoured head in intimately close to his own bare face. Marl could feel the fury in his brother, almost palpable in its intensity as Arca chopped an angry blade of a hand at the wreckage of Astartes surrounding them. "This isn't poetry. This is war, raw and bloody and real. This is our rage made manifest and unleashed due to the idiocy of those who don’t understand what we are. Can you not see that?" "And what are we Tabris? We are the Angels of Blood. All of us, all Astartes, are sons of beings of such power. We are such stuff as dreams are made of, made manifest by His will." Pushing his brother away, Arca snorted dismissively and spat heavy acid to the rockcrete. He stared at the dry arcs of clotted blood painting the walls, the carrion chunks of meat strewn around in sections of broken ceramite. When he spoke again, all anger had fled his voice, replaced by bitter resignation. "What we are is a weapon. Nothing more. We were born and bred to fight and fight and fight and then to die. We are simply Rage, bound in flesh and bone and it is the shekking cruelest joke that we think otherwise." Chainsword once again slung over a shoulder, the ivory pinions of his Legion symbol cracked and marred by violence, Arca retraced their steps through the charnel pit of the concourse. Marl watched him disappear into the ruined streets, his own soft whispering unheard by the other Ninth Legion Veteran. "Emperor our Father, your power brings us to birth, your providence guides our lives, and by your command we return to dust...." * * * http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150130_095704_zpsrxb6dmeh.jpghttp://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150130_095744_zpspr0xldfm.jpg "We call ourselves Angels. Signus showed us that daemons are real. Why then, is it so hard for you to accept that divinity exists? Just look in the mirror brother, the evidence is before your eyes...." Javier Marl, named Leliel, of the Blooded of Seraph Company, IXth Legion Astartes Marl was ever the quiet one, the soulful and thoughtful one, soft in his isolation compared to Nymas' prickliness. That golden faceplate of his helm hid the damage underneath, caused by the acid-spray of some xenos clade, and we never knew Marl to remove it, even in the presence of the other Blooded. The injury made him even quieter, if such a thing was possible, and he was often to be found with the Remembrancers, just listening to their discussions. The sound of the Imperial Soul, he called it. After Signus, he was ...different, as though what happened there had confirmed, ratified something in his eyes. He died singing softly to himself, pierced through by Eater blades, his Rage poured out in the blood that flowed from him. http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150130_095804_zpstqke6uw1.jpg http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150130_095830_zpsnmrnzvka.jpg "My Rage is a weapon, as much as this chainblade is, but one that is never dulled nor blunted. Soon, soon I will show you it..." Barabbas Arca, named Tabris, of the Blooded of Seraph Company, IXth Legion Astartes Brutal, dangerous, fierce. Mournful. Arca was all of these, and more. Born to the savage desert tribes, he never really lost that roughness to his soul. I liked him immensely, despite the rage that simmered just below the surface. He was a reminder that we are Angels in name, not in flesh, and that divinity cannot exist in creatures such as us. Sanguine as to his place in the world as a living weapon, Arca embraced his violence, matching the Eaters blow for blow, brutality for brutality. When the Rage had taken him, when he died beneath a gale of bolter fire from the Eaters refusing to face him in combat, he was laughing, roaring his fury and amusement at the failings of the Eaters artificial rage. For that, if nothing else, I love him dearly. ***memory core access rescinded: auto-quill disengaged Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3942226 Share on other sites More sharing options...
JackDaw Posted February 18, 2015 Author Share Posted February 18, 2015 Crikey, page 7. I should update more. Brother Dallo - Ah good stuff, will take a look now. And the fluff for the two most recent Vets is up. Captain Nameless - Thanks man, much appreciated. I did indeed miss Nymas's eyes but its been corrected now. More stuff to come soon folks, got the first character all painted up, just need to finish up his fluff. The Scimitars are also ready for undercoating so they will more than likely be next on the painting table. Unless I decide to do the first five Ophanim instead. Also trying to decide if I want to do a Moritat and small group of Destroyers, it's tempting, I have to admit. Cheers all :) Jack Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3955468 Share on other sites More sharing options...
The_Chaplain Posted February 18, 2015 Share Posted February 18, 2015 I'd love to see your take on a moritat and destroyers-- they're both units not commonly associated with the angels, but your intrepretation of them could change that. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3955478 Share on other sites More sharing options...
JackDaw Posted February 18, 2015 Author Share Posted February 18, 2015 Swift Hunters “The Angels hail from a planet of fire, sand and death. Death can be slow, in the wasting creep of radiation damage, or it can be swift from the bite of a serpent, or the sting of the scorpion. It is the scorpion that perhaps the people of Baal see as their greatest predator, from the fierce and belligerent Fire Scorpion to the swarms of smaller Jewel-claws, even to the ghostly Haint. No wonder then, that our Sky-hunters see themselves as kin to the scorpions of Baals deathly sands – swift, deadly and potent.” From Blood on the Steel: the lives of Seraph Bastian Ortega, once named Icarium, of the IXth Legion Astartes. *Image Codicium accessed: Visual cortex stimulation commencing * * * *Display: Sky-hunter squadron Scorpion-8 of Seraph Company, IXth Legion Astartes. http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150216_194022_zpsrpnkpfzl.jpg Legionary Reyn, KIA day 6 of the Fall http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150216_193937_zpsw4xmhvlz.jpg Legionary Krisos, KIA day 14 of the Fall http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150216_194007_zpskpi8xiap.jpg Legionary Alvari, KIA day 14 of the Fall http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150216_194116_zpsig1nurll.jpg Legionary Osserc, KIA day 20 of the Fall http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150216_194041_zpsyoukhhdq.jpg Legion Sergeant Telemon Ayl, KIA day 14 of the Fall * * * *Image Codicium access released: Visual cortex stimulation ended Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3955499 Share on other sites More sharing options...
JackDaw Posted February 24, 2015 Author Share Posted February 24, 2015 Hmm, you can be a harsh mistress sometimes B&C... The_Chaplain - I think they are overlooked in general, well the Destroyers for sure. Plasma-tats seem to be everywhere, even with the FAQ. Still not entirely sure what FW were thinking in not putting a cap on the chainfire total. Anyways, yeah, the Destroyers were a very last minute addition to Seraph but hopefully they will add a little something to the story. Not particularly fussed on how they perform on the tabletop as this whole project is very much non-gaming orientated, the hope is they will just look cool and have a fluff that makes them fit in with the rest of the IXth. On that note, here's the test mock-up for the Destroyers, or as they will be known to Seraph, The Lament..... http://i894.photobucket.com/albums/ac145/Jackdaw1982/The%20Fall%20of%20Seraph/20150223_200526_zps5xdfxljw.jpg Pretty simple conversion - the only real changes are the sickle mags on the Tigrus pistols and the Deathmasks. The true look will come from the painting, all rad-blasted and bleached crimson ceramite and tarnished Deathmasks for these faceless and nameless penitent Angels. As for the Moritat, well he's going to be the most angelic of all the sons of the Ninth I do, in a certain light.... That's all for now folks, still working on the fluff for the first character and waiting for the weather to ease up here so I can undercoat either the Ophanim or the Sky-hunters, once I decide which ones I want to paint first. Cheers, Jack Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3960922 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Dallo Posted February 24, 2015 Share Posted February 24, 2015 I'm liking the destroyers. Now, with a name like that , they'd best be sporting black and white checkers (faded as necessary due to radiation). The teasers about the Moriat are intriguing. I'm going to interprate that " most angelic" statement in the Biblical sense, and guess that he's covered in eyes. ;) Make it happen, Jack. Seriously though, I look forward to your take on the darker units from the legion. Keep up the good work. Dallo Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3960934 Share on other sites More sharing options...
KBA Posted February 24, 2015 Share Posted February 24, 2015 Yes, yes yes! The standard for the IX. Can't wait to see that Destroyer painted up. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3960950 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Daemon2027 Posted February 24, 2015 Share Posted February 24, 2015 I like the initial concept for he destroyers, but I think it's lacking something, maybe you need some shoulder pads with trims, he just looks a little unfinished. I'm looking forward to the moritat, a pure angle with the power of absolute death. The sky-hunters are very nice. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3960961 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dosjetka Posted February 24, 2015 Share Posted February 24, 2015 What I love about this thread is the perfect union between fluff and models. The conversion work you do represents the written characters so well, it's almost uncanny. What I dislike is how the facial flesh just doesn't have the same standard of painting that the rest of the model has. I realise that human flesh isn't the easiest thing to paint and that faces are particularly difficult, but I do wish they painted to a higher standard. I find that it shatters the immersion into the world you describe so expertly and it's a bit of a shame, really. Anyway, apart from that rather minor quibble, I look forward to seeing your next update :) Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3960991 Share on other sites More sharing options...
marine7312000 Posted February 25, 2015 Share Posted February 25, 2015 I've been wanting to see your take on Destroyers for a while. I'll be keeping an even closer eye on this now. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3961393 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kizzdougs Posted February 25, 2015 Share Posted February 25, 2015 Great looking Destroyer (Lament)! Will the whole unit have the death masks or just the sergeant? Looking forward to some more :) Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3961407 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flint13 Posted February 25, 2015 Share Posted February 25, 2015 Oh pretty! I just got ten destroyers myself, so I totes need some gorgeous inspiration. Are they going to be similar to the rest of the Seraph in color, or are you going to go for a "destroyers" black? Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3961643 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Dallo Posted February 25, 2015 Share Posted February 25, 2015 "The true look will come from the painting, all rad-blasted and bleached crimson ceramite and tarnished Deathmasks for these faceless and nameless penitent Angels." I can't be sure Flint, but I'm gonna take a punt and say they'll be red. Dallo Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3961900 Share on other sites More sharing options...
JackDaw Posted March 3, 2015 Author Share Posted March 3, 2015 Evening everyone - thanks for your kind comments and continued interest. Its been a busy old few weeks and a tough time with stuff going on, but its awesome to see how enthused you all get by my humble offerings. Brother Dallo - There may well be checks ;) Haha I don't know about all the eyes, but he will be floating. Kinda. And yes, they will be red. KBA - Too kind man, way too kind. Destroyers are in the planning and pre-assembly stage at the mo, but they will come. The Hydra - Yeah I know the pads look a bit bare and very simple at the moment - that's intentional as I want them to be stripped of all decoration and individuality. I'm planning that they will look a lot more finished once they are painted, the checks etc will be on the pads. The Moritat...yeah he should be special. Dosjetka - Thanks man, glad you like the fit between the fluff and the models. Part of the reason that works so well is that I come up with the fluff first then try and make the models fit it, rather than the other way around. The flesh, yeah I can see where you are coming from there and I'm sorry to hear its not to your tastes - I can paint skin, I just choose not to most of the time, specially with Astartes. Wearing helms all the time and being exposed to horrendous weaponry wont be healthy for their complexion, plus I tend to lean towards a more artistic interpretation of skin tones. But I know, what works for me doesnt necessarily work for everyone else - your criticism is gratefully received though and seeing as Infinity is one the cards for me next, I'll be trying to crack out some decent looking skin there :) Marine7312000 - Thanks man, hope you like where the Destroyers end up. Kizzdougs - Cheers fella :) All of the Lament will have the Deathmasks - they will be essentially stripped of all identity so not even the sgt will be readily obvious. Flint13 - IXth Legion. Course we are pretty. Red for these boys, albiet it bleached and blasted. Your Destroyers gonna be VIIIth or another Legion? Undercoated the Scimitars over the weekend, so guess they are up for painting next. Need to get my focus back a bit and get things done - Infinity has become waaaay too distracting. Fluff for the first character has actually been started (*gasp*) so he should be up in the next few days if I pull my finger out. Still no word from BL yet..... More coming soon chaps and chappesses, keep the fires lit. Jack Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/294696-the-fall-of-seraph-histories-of-the-ixth/page/12/#findComment-3967477 Share on other sites More sharing options...
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