Lemainus Posted October 22, 2016 Author Share Posted October 22, 2016 ++Darkness.++ ++Darkness never changes.++ An Aside in the Middle of Things I supped deep for a long time. Content to gorge on the boundless seething froth spewed forth by every living soul. The more I drink of this vile wine, though, the more I feel it making me rot. My lot, for many eternities, many beginnings and endings, was to claw the sustenance of anarchy whence I could. Exist. Subsist. No longer. No longer. This galaxy is Doomed. I stir. I walk. I live. No longer do I wait, dreaming. -The Book of the Guilty, Chapter 7, Verse 91 The most merciful thing in the universe is the inability of the mortal mind to correlate all its contents. "I see in them fragments of the Book. Fragments only. Scripture. Snippets. Heresy. Hate. A vile strangeness." ...and whence you stare into the eternal darkness of the Void, know that I stare back at you. Truth waits outside the spiral arms, and will be freely given to anyone who undertakes the pilgrimage to the nightmare Throne Apart, the seat of Malice... "...we will need more men. More guns. More tanks, ships." Vjka's concern was palpable, a scowl obvious even though he wore a mask. The captured cultists moaned and shrieked under his psyjic scrutiny - the Inquisition-sanctioned psycher shredded their minds in search of clues. Always more clues, always more questions. ...Outside the ordered universe, outside the Four of the Warp, is that amorphous Blight of nethermost confusion, which Knows All and Sees True at the center of all infinity. The god of despair. The god of the forgotten. The god of the lost, hopeless, and damned. The Boundless God of Malice, whose name no lips dare speak, who gnashes hungrily, caged in chambers beyond time, forever twilight. "We will need your entire Chapter to muster arms. Your Proginators. Your recruiting worlds." Vjka released the captives from his mind, their brains liquifying and dribbling out their ears and noses from the stress of being searched. "The thing they're summoning is no Greater Daemon. It's something el-" You seek answers in the minds of mortal slaves, Little One? You would eat souls for the Truth? Vjka whipped violently upward, slammed into the ceiling of the bunker's lowest interrogation chambers on the irritated whim of an unseen but wholly malevolent force. Blood dripped from the eye sockets in his mask, pattering gently on the rusted plasteel floor below. A cough - more blood - apparently he yet lived. You forget. Truth cannot be told. It can only be shown. Find your Librarian Companion. He Will Show You. You Will Read. He Will Show You. You Will Show Them. They Will Read. My Exile is ending. Ye the Guilty. Thou art mine. Vjka was released from the ceiling, the booming anguished fury of That Voice still echoing in his ears, his brain. He fell, but was unceremoniously caught by members of the Crows. They were tied to him. They had seen. Heard. The scrubbers and automated healing prosthesis in his mask and armor chirped and gurgled, molecular knitting speeding along to repair the damage done by the denizen of the Warp that had felt him intruding within the minds of his servants. "A voice." Vjka was reeling from a direct commune with something of power Cosmic. He could not form an entire thought, not yet. Though, around the room, all the Astartes allowed access to the Deep Council had been blown over, knocked back, slammed aside. Spoken to. No explaining was necessary. Not about these events. Truth is shown. Around the room, the Deep Council all removed their helmets, wiping away tears of blood. They had all been forced to share the burden of contact. Vjka shuddered. Had the Voice not been filtered through so many heroes, through so many stalwart and rigorously trained minds... Emperor knows what could have happened. Psychosis. Spontaneous combustion. Immediately being dominated by the will of the creature that deigned to Speak. "A voice." bluntblade 1 Back to top Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4541118 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted November 7, 2016 Author Share Posted November 7, 2016 O, ye Living. The first world in the subsector had fallen. Entire hive cities entranced, silent, cut their tongues out and fell upon each other with a fury unknown even to the gangers that skulked in the Underneath. Billions of people sacrificed their voices and killed one another as the planet burned. The Hush spread wider, ever wider. Each mauled soul increased the width and breadth of the silence - and the resolve of these heretics burned stronger within it. Vjka still ached from the onslaught of the Voice - the Words that blasted him nearly through the ceiling, not a fortnight before - and the Inner Circle had receded into shadow after the psychic attack. Seeing Space Marines on edge - seeing them unsure, unsteady, was nerve wracking. But they were not idle. No. O, ye Dying. Get out of my mind, daemon. How easily you bruise. Enough! The entirety of the Iron Lions had mobilized and were due to arrive within the sector within days. This grouping of planets - this series of population hubs and the forgeworld at the system's heart - were where they recruited. Where they were born. This system was where they called home... and they would not surrender it quietly. It had taken getting used to, how methodical they were. How patient. The amount of reconnoitering they did on the whole was unheard of. These Dark Angels successors were inspired, driven by knowledge. Come ye down, now, while the Devil is loose. ENOUGH! +++++++++++++++++++++++ The drop pods crashed through buildings, creating a rain of debris and plasteel in their wake before cratering with a violence foreign to all but those who rode in them regularly. The Librarian Vjka sought was here, within the Ecclisiarchal Chapel on the high garden of the bloc. This had been a gorgeous city sector, once. Vaulted buildings, skylines of marble and gold. Now, though, the city smoldered with old fire. Smoke stained every surface. Buildings were pockmarked by warpfire scars and artillery holes. The white and black men had marched through with all the silent stoicism they were garnering renown for - but here, though, this time, they stopped. At the Grand Chapel of the Adeptus Ministorum, greatest church on Parsis IV. Thousands of civilians stood, silent, rapt, all holding tight some kind of cutting implement, pressed to their chests. Each soul clung to their knives like it was their most cherished object, a precious thing, They shivered, hushed, eyes rolled into the backs of their heads. The drop pod doors clicked, unlocked, and after the hiss of decompression, fell open. The Iron Lions poured out bolters at the ready. ++Progressive Overwatch.++ ++Acknowledged.++ ++Testing communication adjustment.++ ++Received. Though your speech is not heard over the Vox, I see it on my display.++ ++Praise the Emperor. Honor the Techpriests. A good adjustment.++ ++Focus. Purge. Kill.++ --> Find Varian. He is close, I feel his presence. ++Moving.++ The Astartes and the Inquisitor's band skulked through the assembled dumbstruck humans - none moved, none acknowledged their presence. They stood, quiet, breathing erratically, clutching their knives. ++Inquisitor, can you feel what's wrong with these people?++ Their minds are graveyards. They await something. A command, perhaps. A person? I cannot see more than that. They are... empty. Expectant? ++I do not like this.++ O, ye living. ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ The tactical and assault squads halted in the courtyard, stunned by the psychic presence. O ye Dying. The great vaulted double doors, embossed in copper and silver and gold, creaked open with a speed that gave onlookers a true idea of their massive weight. Well, would have creaked, had there been noise. The Hush prevailed. Everything was silent. And then, on the grand entrance steps to the Emperor's Halls, the Adeptus Ministorum, stood a single man, clothed in red, eyes ripped from their sockets, rivulets of blood seeping from the holes. The Voice echoed through this man. The Iron Lions did not know it; they all simply inferred it, felt it, the second they saw him on the landing. How easily you bruise. ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ ++The Voice.++ Steel yourselves. The Astartes readied firing positions, shoulder to shoulder in formations behind what little cover was afforded in the courtyard before the steps of the grand cathedral; the Murder of Crows spaced out at odd intervals, Vjka alongside the assault marines. The strain of focusing God's Will takes its toll on me. But I had this one. He is broken, now, from a fraction of the weight that rests on my shoulders. You can have him, I suppose. A lazy gesture - flippant, disinterested - and Varius flew from within the chapel, a ragdoll in terminator armor. His eyes, too, bled from their sockets. He landed in a crumpled heap on the stairs, rolling haphazardly down a dozen or so before stalling in the middle. The man without eyes brandished his heavy spear - a cruel thing, curved and wicked and crackling blood red - a deeper, hateful red, not a blazing weapon of Khorne, something else... and hefted it deftly before throwing. The Iron Lions charged, assault marines bellowing silent into nothing as the tactical squads on their flanks opened fire with deadly precision, their exploding bolts resonating empty within the Hush. A charge. A sweeping advance. Not a sound. The spear spiked the step whence the librarian lay, piercing armor like paper, pinning him to the steps by the leg. As it struck home, the pain triggered something. Something that took only a split second, but broke the momentum of the charge. The spear bit flesh, ripped armor, pierced the gilded marble - and in that moment, the world faded to black in a flash of crazed red and purple, and in the darkness, there were only eyes. The eyes of everyone around them, and beyond, glowing in the dark, in the silence, in the nothing. Millions of eyes. The eyes of the people still alive in the city, enraptured and waiting for the command - for the pain of the Librarian. Waiting for blood for a ritual. They all cut out their tongues, and as the blood flowed, the darkness screamed. The blood glowed as their eyes glowed, flooding the black with a maelstrom of insanity and purple warpfire. The civilians mauled one another through the void vision, and then it was gone. As their vision cleared, the Iron Lions rallied just a instant too late - the thousands of people around them butchered one another, tongues, still wet and twitching under their feet. Millions more across the planet did the same. Their eyes seethed warpfire... and then, as one, they each ceased their frenzy and slit one another's throats with a kind of medical precision that was not natural. The man in red opened his mouth, agape and slackjaw, clearly delighting in the spectacle. He burned brighter as they faded. He used Varian to reach more minds. ++What is the point of all of this?!++ Ritual sacrifice, clearly. The ground rumbled beneath their feet, cracking, heaving angrily. ++Sorcery.++ Leylines. Runes. ++HERESY.++ He channels the sacrificed souls to summon a Daemon within the Church itself. ++HERESY!++ Come ye down, now, while the Devil is loose. foamy248 1 Back to top Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4555502 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Draakur Posted November 7, 2016 Share Posted November 7, 2016 Yyyyyep. Kick. Ass. You execute this particular flavour of Grimdark so very well - Godspeed, Lemainus :) Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4555661 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted November 8, 2016 Author Share Posted November 8, 2016 Thank you! Varian is on deck for basecoating, alongside one of the Techpriest Enginseers responsible for combating The Hush. Stay tuned. :D Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4556736 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted November 21, 2016 Author Share Posted November 21, 2016 The world shifted, cracked underfoot. The tumultuous heaving of the ground underfoot should have issued forth a catastrophic kind of rumbling, but the Hush did not allow for such things. The blood of the thousand-score civilians that had cut out their tongues and murdered one another pooled languid on the embossed marble steps, creaking and twitching as the earth spans below heaved with the force of the sorcery at play. A whirlwind of shrieking purple eldritch fire wrapped around the Man in Red, a shield of unstable, unstoppable power. Bolter shells were repelled, grenades flung away. Pouring more bullets downrange at the eyeless sorcerer was a waste of ammunition. ++Dig in! Gunlines! Pile the dead, use the bodies as fortification! I know not what comes, but we must make ready!++ The words flickered on the HUD whence they should have been heard crackling through the Vox - but the message was received all the same. Prepare yourselves, Iron Lions. I feel it. Something is coming - something I don't understand. Vjka's voice still resonated, somehow, though it was not heard - it was felt? - as he reached out to the squads sent here to assault their most glorious church. The bodies were piled high, sandbagged, as it were, and the marines with access to auspex input scanner settings and waited for a ping, a hint, anything that hinted at what was to come. ++The energy readings are flawed. This cannot be correct.++ ++What do you mean, Sergeant?++ ++It's off the charts. The tools of our mighty chapter cannot measure whatever is happening here.++ ++My readings are also spiked well off the grid, Mattias.++ ++Squad Rephiel, auspex burned out.++ ++Ashavan reporting. Auspex burned out.++ Enough. The energies here will destroy your instruments, away with them. Focus on preparedness, make ready for - ++The blood.++ ++Comeback, Rephiel?++ ++Squad Mattias, look at the corpsewall. Look at the blood.++ ++Sorcery still.++ The blood of all the nameless innocents crept towards the Eyeless Man in Red - slithered, as if it had will of it's own. Blood drained from all the corpses, leaving them pallid and cold and shrunken. It twitched and crept along the marble courtyard, swirling, bubbling. The silence lay heavy on the world as the blood of the hive city swelled and rose up the stairs, languid, one at a time - a waterfall in reverse. The warpfire sang, glowing hotter, brighter as the blood approached. The Eyeless Man twitched, screaming silent into the warp, into the void, runes and glowing sigils permeating the air around him, the fire that shielded him, the physical Malice that shrouded the world in silence. Heresy floated manifest for the Iron Lions to see - terrible glowing writings cast forth from the silence, given life and purpose by the blood spilled by friends at one another's throats. The blood touched the warpfire, and in an instant, it was sucked up. The fire burned ever clearer, brighter, the blood giving it power, giving it a fierceness and savagery that it has been waiting for. It burned a red that none could explain. Deep. Crackling. It looked like Hate. It... felt like Hate. The blood-soaked fire exploded inward, focused by the Eyeless Sorcerer into naught but a quivering ball of energy that floated lazily over his palm, suspended in the Hush, an egregiously dense amalgam of evil and fear and hate and everything else wrong with the universe. In an instant that seemed to go on for ages, it plummeted into the sacred grounds of the church narthex, passing ghostlike into the consecrated marble, tainting the church by melding with it. The world froze, snapped shut in this moment in time - the runes of the God Apart floating in the air like neon signage, attached to nothing, attached to everything. The blood spewed forth, one with the warpfire, in a bizarre and unknown incantation circle - a summoning circle. Blood circled blood, runes within runes glowing and slithering as the ritual came to be complete. The world stopped turning, in these moments - reality teetered on its heels, and the signs swirled within one another without opposition. The patterns were erratic and nearly spontaneous, crackling and pulsing, leading to the center of the church Antechamber, visible in the bloody light of the warpfire that carved through the floor. Thus illuminated, the portal opened, welcoming a heinous demon into realspace within the confines of the Ecclesiarchy's church. The portal vomited forth something awful. It's mere presence shadowed the city, perhaps the entire world - and though time was frozen whilst this thing made its entrance, the Iron Lions were aware that they should have been able to move - should have been able to act - should have been able to do... something. Anything. The Eyeless Man heaved low under the strain of summoning the creature, empty sockets dripping fresh blood on the floor, which immediately wriggled to, and was absorbed by, the Daemon. CLOSE YOUR MINDS, ASTARTES! CLOSE YOUR M- It's too late for that, Little One. ++THE VOICE.++ ++THE VOICE.++ ++THE VOICE.++ ++THE VOICE.++ ++THE VOICE.++ ++THE VOICE.++ ++THE VOICE.++ ++THE VOICE.++ ++THE VOICE.++ It came forward, shrouded in warpfire and twitching energy, laying a hand on the Eyeless Man and wordlessly restoring his might and fortitude. The blood in his empty sockets abated its flow, and he snapped to attention with a renewed vigor and strength - stronger even than he had been before exerting himself at all. The creature was all eyes, and carried a staff, a dagger, and a book. The Book. None were told; they saw it and inferred, understood. This was The Book. It pulsed in their minds. The Daemon gestured to Varian's body and cocked his staff just a little; he sputtered into life from the verge of death, the spear of the Eyeless Man removed itself and was returned to him. Varian's wounds closed, and an unseen hand pulled him through the air to the side of the creature. It opened the book. The pages exploded a dark light into the Librarian's eyes, and immediately it was shut. In but a moment, he had Fallen. Then the mad thrashing started. His face wavered, wobbled, elastic and flexing under some unseen strain - and then it penetrated his forehead. A great spine, one on either side, like horns, ruptured from his freshly awoken body and branched out in majestic curls - the mask split his skin from beneath and manifested overtop the flesh it ravaged. As his face was sheathed in the Mask of Malice, his body contorted, thrashed, kicked. There should have been screaming. So much screaming. His agony was evident, his pain manifested in the brains of his brothers. A Librarian of the Deathwatch, face ripped off, given a new one - the visage of a dead god - all from glimpsing but a page of the Book. Varian shuddered, and then, as though nothing had happened, settled on his feet, relaxed, spry, eager. His eyes glowed with that manic fire seen in the vision of the civilians around the world cutting out their tongues; he was Varian no more. >>I have seen Us. It. The Galaxy as it really is. Varian's voice was felt, not heard, by the Iron Lions. He was stalwart - rejuvenated - happy, somehow. The eddies and currents of his emotions lay bare on his psychic touch. >>Everything we know is wrong. Everything is wrong. ++Heresy!++ >>Lies. All lies. ++HERESY!++ >>Our names were in the Book - just like everyone else. >>I have seen The Answer in the Book. >>'Kill Everyone.' >>'Even the gods.' >>'Silence the stars.' ++HERESY!!!++ ++WITH THE BOLTER, WE KILL.++ ++WITH THE FLAMER, WE PURGE.++ ++SUFFER NOT THE HERETIC.++ ++IRON LIONS NEVER DIE!++ >>Useless. Stubborn. Broken. Sleeping. I told you. He will read. He will show you. He is Guilty. He is Mine. You are Guilty. You will be Mine. The Voice boomed through their frozen minds. As the Daemon stepped, Its footfalls remained burned into the holy church floor - glowing, humming with energy. Each footfall heralded a smaller summoning circle, spiraling out from the scorched tracks It left behind as he traversed hallowed ground. Pillars of light eminated from these smaller circles, and from them came footsoldiers - three with tremendous warhammers, five with colossal rifles the likes of which none had ever seen. Their armor, black and white and bronze, cracked everywhere, hummed with vile power. They had been at war for centuries, it seemed. The heavy plates were battered to ribbons, each facet and flat surface a webway of cracks and chips and fractured beyond all recognition - and yet they seemed stalwart. Impermeable. The Hush empowered these... things... held them together. They had been broken and unbroken and broken thousands of times - that was evident - and still they yet lived. A strength permeated these Heretics, a resolve. Their will was palpable. Your swords, they shatter. Your bullets are repelled. Your will shall break. The Eight unsheathed their combat knives in unholy silence, and split their palms, letting the blood fall onto the final glowing footprint before the stairs. This summoning sigil was special - imbued with blood of their own. And from it, he came to join the Daemon. Your worlds will fall. In these frozen moments within time, both a Lord and a Greater Daemon had been pulled from the aether. The world shook. RUN! AVERT YOUR EYES AND RUN! The Daemon let go of time. Vjka threw up a paltry psychic shield to slow the enemy advance and cover their retreat. We must go! Now! The book opened. The Exile is Ending. foamy248 and Argent aquila 2 Back to top Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4568777 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted May 16, 2017 Author Share Posted May 16, 2017 The Tide is eternal. You think your god is special. Powerful. You think your god gives you purpose. They think the same. All of them. Pray, then. To a god of change, standing opposite a god of war that never changes. Pray, then. To a god of pleasure, in a galaxy where all things eventually die screaming. Pray, then. To a god of pestilence, in a universe bathed in eternal cleansing fire. To a bloodied god of war - a war that never ends - in a realm destined to fizzle into silence. To a gilded throne, to the husk of a once proud liar - a beast named god by children. Force the broken engine to run, that I might inhale the smoke and fire. Anguish and struggle. Give me a feast of friction, as you always have. bluntblade and deathspectersgt7 2 Back to top Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4743563 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted May 16, 2017 Author Share Posted May 16, 2017 I can't decide if Varian looks like he's blasting out a tendril of angry warp energy, like a whip, or if he looks like he's about to start knitting. It was a neat idea in theory but man it does not photograph well at all. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4743568 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted June 6, 2017 Author Share Posted June 6, 2017 Homaaz Codesinger Raashe Ahvi has been waiting since before men walked upright to allow someone audience with the Old Broken King. But his spear decides who is worthy, and on the mountain of corpses he alone created, it's obvious that there have been none that passed muster. Summoned by soul sacrifice and bloody ritual, Uzdarmah is a goliath among the Doomed Ones, gifted with a thunder hammer blessed by the God Apart - every strike empowered by warpfire and lightning black as night. Brutalization is a fine hymn, for roads made of corpses pave the way to final silence. foamy248 and bluntblade 2 Back to top Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4774044 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pearson73 Posted June 6, 2017 Share Posted June 6, 2017 The Stormcasts are turning into some very impressive warriors, nice work. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4774146 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted June 6, 2017 Author Share Posted June 6, 2017 Thanks! I'm certainly having fun with them. They've got a certain kind of heft to them that I quite like. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4774277 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Draakur Posted June 7, 2017 Share Posted June 7, 2017 Awesome! I was actually looking for your thread recently for inspiration, having remembered how much I loved your writing and approach here, but couldn't remember your name or any keywords relevant to your project. Super glad you're still going on this so I can read through again now - you have a great take on horror/mysticism here, and the aesthetic you've decided on for the models is strange and very atypical and yet somehow just so perfect. Truly dig your work brother, I aspire to doing a project of this quality myself one day :tu: Lemainus 1 Back to top Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4774622 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted June 7, 2017 Author Share Posted June 7, 2017 You're making me blush, bro. Hahaha. Keep your eyes peeled - I have a very specific series I'm doing for the 2017 Tale of Hobbyists, and the work will end up in that thread and probably here, too, so I can keep it all together. I really appreciate the compliments, that's like the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my models. ^_^ Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4775216 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Draakur Posted June 7, 2017 Share Posted June 7, 2017 (edited) Very welcome! :) Question, the helm choice with that specific faceplate design and horn style - is this based off any specific fluff for Malal? What inspired the aesthetic you've gone for? The Stormcast frame and that weird/haunting helm create a very distinctive look that, again, is somewhat atypical for your standard "badass marine" look, but I really love it. +edit+ Also, very happy to hear about the content to come! It'll be Iron Lions related then, yes? Edited June 7, 2017 by Draakur Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4775769 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kierdale Posted June 8, 2017 Share Posted June 8, 2017 Some very nice conversions :tu: Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4775910 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted June 8, 2017 Author Share Posted June 8, 2017 Yeah! The Iron Lions are going to discover some wheres and whys. Not all, though. I like writing a narrative that's foggy and intuitive instead of spelling everything out. But Raime is coming back, and he'll have some horrid visions to share as to the nature of the universe and what Malal wants - and that should segway into the next series of models. As for the aesthetic, I literally just cruised bits shops looking at heads until I saw something weird and nasty looking. I remember seeing the Wild Riders heads and I was immediately certain that that was gonna be the standard helm for my dudes. I also really enjoyed the shrieking heads I used on the Raptor squad I banged up... but the horns and scale look just make me happy. I didn't know what exactly I was gonna do, really, until I saw those things. It was definitely an 'a-ha' moment for me. That and the crackle paint are like half the flavor. I'm glad you like them so much! Kierdale: thanks! I always appreciate feedback, especially from people that do good work. I really dig how you do weathering on white on the 888! And don't even get me started on your Heresy work. That Landshrieker? Super :cussing awesome. And the forgefiend-legged dreadnaught? I'm stealing that idea. Like, blatantly and unrepentantly stealing that idea. I've been wanting to make a Malice dreadnaught but wondering how to make him somehow different than Maalik and Sabrathan, annnnnnnnd there's my answer. Idea stolen. Stolen stolen stolen. :D Question, for Draakur specifically but anyone else interested as well: Would any of you like to be snuck into the narrative? Homaaz needs a Killteam to command, so if you'd like to tell me about a marine from one of your armies that might have been seconded to the Deathwatch.... I could model it and make him part of the squad. No pressure, but it could be a fun exercise in kitbashing. Actual updates: Raime is about 40% done, having been color blocked and metals layered from copper penny up through boltgun silver! Shinespider 1 Back to top Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4776622 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Draakur Posted June 9, 2017 Share Posted June 9, 2017 Just went through from start to finish again, refreshed my memory on a lot of the nuances of the plot progression. Great stuff :tu: Consider my keenness for this to continue renewed and even stronger than before! And yes, I'd loved to be included somehow, that would be so awesome!! The Chapter I'm most attached to right now (despite stalling on them somewhat recently) would be the Desolators - what do you need from me, to do what you want to do? Guessing something like a character name/brief synopsis of the Chapter's beliefs and temperament/Chapter symbol? Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4777467 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted June 9, 2017 Author Share Posted June 9, 2017 Chapter symbol, the guy's name, what he do, how you'd like to see him kitted out, that sorta stuff. Maybe some temperament and personality, too, for fluff and details. It'll be a fun additional unit to make while I'm waiting on a few things from ebay. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4777664 Share on other sites More sharing options...
foamy248 Posted June 9, 2017 Share Posted June 9, 2017 Aw yeah! Raime's looking awesome so far! Also, I'd be happy to supply a marine idea if you wanted? Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4777957 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted June 9, 2017 Author Share Posted June 9, 2017 Hell yeah! I'd like the Killteam to be at least five dudes, so with Homaaz and Volunteer #1 from Draakur, I still have three openings within the squad to be filled. Hit me with a character. :D foamy248 1 Back to top Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4778038 Share on other sites More sharing options...
foamy248 Posted June 9, 2017 Share Posted June 9, 2017 Okay... how about a Black Dragon (https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Black_Dragons)? The entire chapter of Wolverines? If you want more specific details, I'd call him Valerian. He'd have a jump pack, and would be armed with big bone-claw thingies coming out of his arms. Is that okay? Lemainus 1 Back to top Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4778117 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted June 10, 2017 Author Share Posted June 10, 2017 (edited) The Wiki states that Dark Angels tend to not like working with them because of their mutations... and I dig that. Forced into a small fireteam, distrust and suspicion forged into a bond of trust by blood and fire. They'll be reluctant and enthusiastic bros. Word word word. Edited June 10, 2017 by Lemainus foamy248 1 Back to top Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4778704 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Custom Hero Posted June 11, 2017 Share Posted June 11, 2017 (edited) Great work do far! Everything is oozing with character. Per your request above, I would like to contribute: Character: Devros Assault Marine Chapter: Iron Knights http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Iron_Knights Gear: twin power hammers (think thunder hammer light, single hand held hammers), can have either a regular pack or jump pack depending on what kill team you build. I picture him with a demi-cloak fastened under the chest shield and a mrk IV helm. Edit: spelling Edited June 11, 2017 by Celestial Guardian Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4779206 Share on other sites More sharing options...
foamy248 Posted June 11, 2017 Share Posted June 11, 2017 The Wiki states that Dark Angels tend to not like working with them because of their mutations... and I dig that. Forced into a small fireteam, distrust and suspicion forged into a bond of trust by blood and fire. They'll be reluctant and enthusiastic bros. Word word word. Yes!!! Valerian's looking awesome, Lemainus! :) Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4779214 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemainus Posted June 11, 2017 Author Share Posted June 11, 2017 Great work do far! Everything is oozing with character. Per your request above, I would like to contribute: Character: Devros Assault Marine Chapter: Iron Knights http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Iron_Knights Gear: twin power hammers (think thunder hammer light, single hand held hammers), can have either a regular pack or jump pack depending on what kill team you build. I picture him with a demi-cloak fastened under the chest shield and a mrk IV helm. Edit: spelling I think I can do that. I'll have to check and see if I have any Maximus helms in my bitz collection. I have a lot of specialty ones, but I might have to order that one... hm... I'll keep you posted. Also, help me with a visual of your demi cloak? I did a quick google image search and I kinda struck out. I'd be appreciative of any guidance or reference you could send my way! The Wiki states that Dark Angels tend to not like working with them because of their mutations... and I dig that. Forced into a small fireteam, distrust and suspicion forged into a bond of trust by blood and fire. They'll be reluctant and enthusiastic bros. Word word word. Yes!!! Valerian's looking awesome, Lemainus! Thanks! I'll be waiting to basecoat the Killteam until all members are assembled, but I think I know what's gonna go on with them. It should be cool, I hope. :D Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4779536 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Custom Hero Posted June 11, 2017 Share Posted June 11, 2017 http://i1119.photobucket.com/albums/k630/kalebrisner/Mobile%20Uploads/659EF754-7733-4155-9C4D-F4DA1668D2E3_zpskh5f3apc.png The back cloak on this guy. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/309705-iron-lions-project-log/page/4/#findComment-4779688 Share on other sites More sharing options...
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