Heresy-era Thousand Sons- UPDATE 10.04.15

Athrawes · March 13, 2015

I like it, they're crackling with eldritch fire, just the way they should be.

Is that some sort of bird Tuetelary on your Truescale marines shoulder?

SalvationOfReason · March 13, 2015

Athrawes - It's actually (one of) the dragon auxiliaries from Dreadfleet. It's positioned just behind his shoulder, there's a bit of plasticard rod holding him, running from the base to his chest. He even had a hole in his chest for a flight stand, so it was no work at all to fiddle with!
Also, I forget if I've ever said this on your thread, but love the name, and the references. David Weber is one of my favorites.

Athrawes · March 13, 2015

That is a fabulous bit!

I love Weber's work, I picked the name for my character partly because of the Safehold series but more because of what the word means. Athrawes is the Welsh word for Teacher or Guide.

SalvationOfReason · June 2, 2015

So I've been dark for a while, lots of RL stuff that just got in the way of The Hobby. So, first thing back, I vowed to E Tenebrae Lux IV, for Age of Darkness.

Here's what I've been working on so far -

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Dread with CC and Autocannon (I like the use of the rotary cannon from the standard dread because it's very fitting with 1K SOns fluff, number of barrels being numerically significant and such), plus an Apothecary.

SalvationOfReason · June 11, 2015

- One Four Four-Eighteen, 'Salvation' -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The rippling staccato sound of weapons fire echoed across the city. Thirty days. Thirty days they had held. Pushed back, driven the invaders from their walls, time and time again. No matter the amount of men, of tanks, they had driven them out, laughter echoing out onto the plains, where the invaders, this so-called 'Imperium,' had made their landing site. Warsuits clanging, Dal led his men down the roadway, his interlink flashing updates of text. Things did not look good.
"Thirty days," he grumbled. "Thirty days we've held, no signs of any capabilities of this magnitude. Their weapons barely scratch our armor, now Command says we're falling back? Ludicrous, that's what this is."

A flash of a high-caliber weapon put an end to his thoughts, projectiles detonating across one of his men's armor. "Damage report?" Dal called out. "Link-feed from Fen is out, not much left of him."
Damn. Whatever had just fired at his squad, it wasn't the usual fodder these Imperials had been sending at them for the past month. Focusing, he ordered his squad to form up into cover, weapons raised and sweeping the street. It wasn't enough.
More flashes, followed by explosive 'thwumps' as the rounds hit and detonated, piercing armor. Dal could only see hints of red forms, moving throughout the smoke-filled area of what had once been a spire-hab. He raised his weapon, firing chattering blasts of energy towards whoever this new enemy was. The forms rippled and vanished, his shots going right through them. Nothing.

Rubble rained down on him as the wall next to him exploded outwards, an armored fist cracking into the side of his faceplate. Dal tumbled, fell, watched as the rest of his men were mowed down ruthlessly, arcs of lightning rushing forth from the invader's hands, arcing and spitting their way across what little remained of his squad. He trembled as one turned to look down at him. The last thing he saw was red armor, decorated in ivory and gold, and the widened muzzle of a weapon, staring down at his faceplate.

*Thwump*

Chord looked down at the broken husk before him, an atrophied abhuman spilled halfway from the armor. He knelt to study the warsuit, the lines of symbols and images carved into the metal. Just the sight of them made him almost nauseous. Standing back up, he and the rest of Seventh squad began to move, heading deeper into the city.
As he walked away, he looked back, just for an instant, eyes lingering on what symbols he could see.

"Interesting."

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And so it begins.

SalvationOfReason · June 11, 2015

Kierdale · June 12, 2015

Excellent stuff!

Keep up the good work! :tu:

SalvationOfReason · August 7, 2015

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At work, fluff to come. I'm back. For a good long while, I hope. Enjoy :)

Flint13 · August 9, 2015

I demand to know what is up with this single VIIIth legionnaire. He looks awesome :D

SalvationOfReason · August 11, 2015

Vox-record recovered from slain XIII Legionnaire Battleplate. Subjects identification impossible due to massive physical trauma.

- - vox transcript begins - -

*Oath-breaker. Psychopath. A Bearer of Crimson, betrayer to our 'Father.' They call me a murderer, butcher, taking no heed to their own acts of savagery. They speak of my acts of justice in derision, as if their acts of fear are any better, the despoiling of cities, of families, the destruction of our own reputation for justice.
Yet my brothers think me a monster? I have no need of brothers, nor fathers. My path, the path of righteous, that is the only company I need. Ah, that sound, the drip, drip, of your lifeblood as it patters on the floor. How delightful.

Now, where was I? Ah, of course. Another ribbon of flesh, torn away. How easily you are undone.
Oh how I could go on, the list of my 'heinous' crimes, the Butcheries of Ceros III, the Flesh-pits of the Nine, oh but how these have ceased to interest me, mere moments after they were complete. Oh look, another finger flensed and cleaned. Look how that bone glistens, polished so of skin and flesh. How helpless the look in your eyes is, as if they could but scream.

You should consider yourself lucky that you find yourself with me instead of my 'brothers.' They have no sense of artistry, of patience. They'd send you to your death without consideration to you, never answering why you must die. I however, am happy to explain it to you. The truth is, you die because you are weak. I kill you because I am strong, much more than you are. The weak die to feed the strong. It's simply natures way of thinning the herd.

My dear, stoic son of Guilliman, how you scream. I thought you weren't supposed to know fear? My ministrations ceased long ago.

Ah, but you've ceased to hear me. Now look at you, a bloody mess, your skin adorning my armor as trophies. I'll have to tell my tale all over again.
Now where did your brothers go? My work is never done....*

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Saerin Val, Psycopath, The Broken Talon, First of the Crimson

Well, as you might be able to see, I got a bit tired of painting red. And I had this bit of fluff kicking around (thanks Flint for the inspiration months ago), and decided to go with it. I had a different model when I had first written this, but I was never truly satisfied with it.
My basis for Saerin was to be a VIII Legion Astartes vastly different than one we've come to see before/during the Heresy. Here we have an Astartes, so twisted by his own psych that he's thrown off the mantle of his father and brothers, and fully embracing his nature, so fully twisted and broken that any of the VIII Legion would kill him on sight, regardless of his bearing the crimson.

Also, its August, month 8 of the year. Picked up AoS, played around with it for a bit. Lets just say I had an inspiration from Khorne himself. It was mostly blood and skulls, but I got this out of it too -

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Enjoy

And no, that's not a typo on the word 'psychopath'

Flint13 · August 12, 2015

Came for the fluff, stayed for the VIIIth and awesome greenstuff work.

That Khorne guy is looking pretty baller.

SalvationOfReason · August 18, 2015

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"Knowledge is Power."
-attributed to the the Ingles philosopher Fransis Bakon

The Legiones Astartes are vast, unyielding, and strong. They practice all aspects of war, from siegecraft to guerrilla warfare. But among the 18 there is one Legion that is unique - the XVth; The Thousand Sons. Armed with fearsome gifts of the mind, coupled with the formidable genecraft of the Emperor himself, the Thousand Sons were a formidable tool in the rise of the fledgling Imperium. But they were not without their flaws.
In the early days of the Great Crusade, the Legion was nearly crippled before the finding of their Primarch, Magnus the Red. The flesh-change, the curse of the XVth, spread like wildfire, twisting and killing the majority of the Legion, through mutation or the mercy of their brothers. After Magnus' curing of the flesh-change, the Legion, left at only one thousand Astartes, were left to rebuild.
Taking in influxes of psychically-gifted recruits, the XVth began to rebuild, slowly but steadily. Most recruits came from Prospero, home to Magnus, where the gift of the mind seemed to be in an overabundance. Others were recruited from distant Terra, the cradle of humanity. Few others came from worlds brought back into compliance, where the gift had either been hunted down and extinguished, or left to grow rampant, fit only for its wielders to be put down. While the gifts and talents of the Legion were varied, all were brought together by the decree that all knowledge was to be explored, be it sciences, arts, or even mysticism. Many cultures on Terra had believed in the mystical, in some way, shape, or form. These beliefs were further taken by the Legion and expanded upon, over time becoming near-indistinct from the gift itself.
Few as they were, multiple chapters still existed, all owing allegiance in one way or another to the 9 Fellowships. Each chapter, or sect, followed their own beliefs, never going against the Imperial Creed, but straying from it nonetheless. The 12th Chapter of the 7th Fellowship, the Cloudspeaker Sect, were just one example of the individuality of the Legion. Nominally a part of the 144th Expeditionary Fleet, the 12th would oft operate alone, distant, veering far and wide in the Legions quest for knowledge. From the tiered decks of their flagship, the Alexandria, the Cloudspeakers roamed far into the galactic East, until eventually being recalled to Prospero near the end of the Great Crusade. Their fate afterwards remains mostly unknown.

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Well then. I've kinda been struck by a realization this past month or two. When I first started this, I went off a bit half-cocked. I had a few semblances of an idea, but nothing to really follow through with it. I like the XVth, truly, I just had begun to feel as if I was doing them an injustice. Today, that changes.
Now, I'm a bit unsure as to whether I should continue my process here, or fully start over with a new Log. So I'm asking the community, what do you think? In any event, stay tuned.

And don't worry, I have a model update too - the Khorne lord took a bit of a backburner for now, but he'll be finished eventually. For now, enjoy -

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Lonato, Who Eats Dreams, 4th Covenant - The Endless

SalvationOfReason · October 4, 2015

BAD NEWS EVERY-BODY!

I regret to say that I messed up. Lonato and several of his brothers, are no more. Was part of the way through painting, decided to restart and remove the paint. Turned my Marines to jelly. The flesh-change is in resurgence amongst the XVth,

The good news is that I had still had other things that were just waiting to be assembled. So, yay?

First off, a WiP - Se'dar, Witchkin, Gatekeeper of Alexandria.

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     And a finished/near-finished Astartes;

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     Mal'Ket, the Amethysian.

Brother Heinrich · October 4, 2015

Are the order of ruin your version of a destroyer cadre? If so, that :cuss is inspired man.

Tyrannicide · October 4, 2015

Is that a Stormcast head on the Gatekeeper?

SalvationOfReason · October 4, 2015

@Brother Heinrich - Yes, yes they are. And sometimes a plasma support squad. I still have 2 more of them floating about. I'll eventually groupshot them.

@Tyrannicide - Yes, it's the head off the Lord-Celestant, spliced with a MK VII helm (the head is too small otherwise). It really reminded me of a Mesopotamian burial mask.

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