Night Lords 42nd Heavy Armor Company

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

Your Techmarine looks promising. Is he from the pre-Heresy Legion? (I expect the Dark Mechanicum's disciples to wear something other than the red of Mars, as they no longer follow Mars' orthodox teachings.)

 

To be honest, I just wanted him to be visually distinct as a techmarine. Not many people do techmarines from the 8th, so my resources of inspiration and comparison was skim and few. 

 

 

I approve of extraneous chains. The answer to "should I add a chain to this" should rarely be no.

 

You'll be happy to see my upcoming works...

 

 

Those are looking really nice!

 

When I was looking for parts for my Wolves I found really good bits producer who also makes a lot for Nightlords

 

https://www.facebook.com/KFStd/

 

Can highly recommend their stuff it's really really good quality.

 

Fantastic stuff, you'll see them on a lot of my marines already! Need to buy more,  great quality resin bits. 

[Bjorn Firewalker]

Excellent work on the Contemptor.

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

I felt we needed some character slaying happening, so now I have a squad of plasma totting Raptors, and or Destroyers. 

 

 

So right now this is them. Their options are all arrayed in front of them, so I can do any which sort of combo. I'll get around to doing bolt pistols for them for their destroyer unit look from 30k eventually. 

 

Some close ups. Here is my favorite of the bunch.

 

 

 

Last angle. 

 

 

I want to give these lads names, i'm thinking of giving the title "The Collector" to this boy here. C+C welcome!

[Pearson73]

The new raptors are looking imposing and bulky, nicely posed too.

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

+++RETRIEVING INFORMATION+++

++00SEARCHING/COGITATORS00++

+++RETRIEVAL SUCCESSFUL+++

 

++LEGIO ASTARTES DESIGNATION VIII++

++XLIICOMPANY//CHAPTER++

 

+++000SCANNING//SCANNING000+++

++SQUAD LACERTOS++

++TOTAL ASTARTES:V++

++RECORDED REPLACEMENTS: XII++

 

+++000SCANNING//SCANNING000+++

+++CURRENT SQUAD LEAD:???+++

 

 

The destroyer/raptor squad is neared completion. About 90% done. Just some washes on some surfaces then and there. Coming up with headcanon for these fellas as being kicked out of their previous postings for... reasons. I am forgoing the red gauntlets, because I feel that being seconded to the Destroyers is a subtle enough "We don't care about you!" 

Edited April 4, 2018 by Hungry Nostraman Lizard

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

Taking a slight break from the Night Lords and blue to paint some late Heresy Word Bearers. Behold the start of the Chapter of the Avenging Pilgrim. 

 

 

They're going to be a gift to a dear friend, whom can't really paint, nor assemble. Their lil' back story is that they too, found one of the few wandering humans after the events on the surface, to those who have read First Heretic. 

[Gederas]

In the first squad.... That pointing Sergeant.... Is that the Primaris Dark Angel pointy arm? :lol:

 

I do like the use of the Dark Angel censer on the Sergeant as a belt decoration. That's nice :tu:

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

In the first squad.... That pointing Sergeant.... Is that the Primaris Dark Angel pointy arm?

 

I do like the use of the Dark Angel censer on the Sergeant as a belt decoration. That's nice

Aye, and I've clipped off the sword and replaced it with a chaos star from a cultist sprue! The whole Sargeant is meant to give off a vibe that he's due a recommendation for the Chaplain brotherhood any day now. Thank you! 

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

I return...

 

 

Don't use Leviathan's as a test bed for new techniques, is something I'd tell myself in the future. I tried some zenithal highlighting and don't know how I feel about it. Anyway,here's my recent addition! What a beast he is. I want another. 

[Bjorn Firewalker]

The Leviathan looks great, as does the Dark Angels Rhino crushed beneath his left foot. Where'd you get the Leviathan's skull helm?

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

The Leviathan looks great, as does the Dark Angels Rhino crushed beneath his left foot. Where'd you get the Leviathan's skull helm?

Hah! I was going for Salamanders, but I suppose I bungled that, eh? It's actually a 'terminator' shoulder pad from Puppetswar, but they're too big for standard GW terminators and as such were just sitting around. Thanks for commenting, Bjorn. 

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

Major update to many a thing. Without further ado, there have been some changes to this thread. It's much prettier now, I hope. There's also an index to jump around. 

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

"The moral effect of the thundering of one's own artillery is most extraordinary, and many of us thought that we had never heard any more welcome sound than the deep roaring and crashing that started in at our rear."

 

 

 

Legion Medusan finished. You lot didn't even know I was working on this. Ha-ha! 

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

Presented below are the workhorses of the 42nd company. These ladies do the heavy lifting, even if they may not receive all the glory. I present without further ado. 

 

In order as seen in the last picture; Ignave Mortem, Withered Son, and the Indiscriminate Malice

 

 

Sorry if the last box reveals the horrendous "lightbox" I use, but alas, it was homemade. 

[lokkorex]

Really nice Night Lords, especially like your armoured take on them!

[Bjorn Firewalker]

Good job on the tanks. However, I have to ask why the Basilisk's gun barrel was shortened. Is the resulting loss of range worth the ease of transportation?

[Pearson73]

The armour's looking good, especially all the scratches and chipping on the Preds.

[MEDEVAC]

Good job on the tanks. However, I have to ask why the Basilisk's gun barrel was shortened. Is the resulting loss of range worth the ease of transportation?

I'm pretty sure thats a medusa, not a basilisk. But we could be looking at different models.

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

Gregory’s chest heaved with the exertion of his heart. He lay sprawled on his back, amongst a pile of plastcrete and debris. The dust was prevalent in the air, and his previous brown manufactorum uniform was a fine shade of granite grey. More and more dust was lifted with each passing moment, Throneworld… Terra itself was besieged. Gregory froze from the thought. For hours now, he chanted it as a mantra. This a nightmare, this is a nightmare, this is a nightmare… it cannot possibly be real.

 

Though real it was. The Warmaster had arrived, and with him came him billions of auxiliaries. Thousands of tanks… hundreds of titans, though most terrifying of all, the angels of death.

The whole hive echoed with the sounds of war. Whistling shells, zipping bullets, the tread of distant titan god-machines. Unless it was within eyesight of your own body, everything seemed to be in a limbo of too-fething-close, and too-fething-far.
 

Gregory exhaled through his teeth and rolled over. Tilting his head around allowed him a view down the hablocks street. It was difficult to tell the time of day in the hive, but with the city itself ablaze and sieged it was now impossible. He reckoned it was near dusk. Movement behind him saw him jerk and retract his limbs closer to himself, nearly fetal. It was the other workers from his manufactorum, the boys.

Gregory wasn’t an old man by any means, though the other lads teased him and called him gramps by virtue of him surviving to be in his mid 20’s. The hab work was punishing and one small unattentive motion would see a man dead in milliseconds, reduced to mulch. Most of the manufactorum was indentured young boys, too young to be conscripted into the auxilia or navy corps. Those very same young faces looked up at Gregory now, in their overly large brown-grey hab uniforms. Those same young faces with sweaty and dirty cheeks and panicked eyes bored into him for guidance.

 

“Psst… gramps. Gramps. Gramps!”, one called to him.

 

Seeing that it was just the lads, Gregory untensed his body, though a cramp in his shoulder signified that his nerves were on very edge of fraying. He did a slashing motion with his other arm, signifying to hush.

 

“Gramps, what do you see?” whispered, another.

 

Grergory had half a mind to abandon them, and the other half of his conscious had adopted and embraced his role of protecting the boys. Just as he had done for hours, he mentally prepared himself to just run away, leaving them to their fate, when he heard a noise that halted his decision.

 

Treads, rumbling armor. Tanks again? Gregory swallowed dry dust and dirt, and inhaled. Rolling back over onto his stomach, he gingerly peeked around the debris. Further up ahead, at the cross section of the hab, he saw the source of the commotion. A leman russ tank, with troops supporting it. The light torches from the soldiers rifles were stabbing pinpricks, swaying and straying on every cranny and corner. One passed over the pile he was hiding behind, and whatever air he had, was flushed out of him as he reeled his head back. Gregory froze and wondered if he had been spotted.  He had no time to identify if the tank bore Loyalist markings or otherwise. His musing was interrupted short by sticatto booms. Were they fighting? Was this a case of too-fething-close or too-fething-far this time? Gregory chanced another peep.

The soldiers had dropped to crouch's and were returning las-fire down the street. He heard the stacattoo boom and the leading three men in front of the russ… disappeared. Rifle, helmet, equipment, and human chunks dropped to the plastcrete. The schlopping sound of viscera hitting the ground was definitely a case of too-fething-close. Bolters. Gregory watched as more shots slammed into the tank, and the turret began to rotate. Two more soldiers died in a shower of gore, the last ones retreating to the back of the tank, all sense of fire discipline seeming to have been lost. He noted that the colors of the russ were that of loyalist troops, so what were they…?

 

Gregory risked exposing more of his head to glance at what was coming for the soldiers. He wished he hadn’t. Giants, monsters. These were astartes, treading forward in an unhurried gait. They wore dark blue plate with heaving armaments on their shoulders and carapace, their colors punctuated by gore and other things besides. As he stared, two of the giants steadied their stance by widening their feet. The boxes upon their backs emptied. Shrieking wails, punctuated by whooshing rockets bolted from them and flew down the hab-block. Gregory flinched as the russ, in perfect mimicry of its fleshy escorts ruptured from within. Black, dark smoke escaped from every possible exit of the tank. There was no more bolter fire, no more las-gun shots, and Gregory stared transfixed at the smoke billowing from the tanks. Were his last nerves abandoning him in this moment, or did he see faces… in the smoke? There was no such thing as an afterlife, or so the schola taught them, but he definitel-Gregory felt his whole body freeze. His eyes shifted back to the giants. They were advancing towards the armored corpse of the tank, or at least four of them were. One of the monsters’ attentions was elsewhere, staring, staring straight at Gregory with bolt-gun trained on him. Though he was many paces away, Gregory now saw in full horror, just what adorned the astartes battle plate. Human… parts, like a strewn collection, adorned the figure. Skin flapped from greaves and pauldrons, a panoply of severed hands and arms hung from belts and straps, and even a head or two suspend on chains. The worst part were the piercing shine of the red eye lenses. Too-fething-close. The giant lowered the bolt-gun and began to stride towards him.

 

Instincts that had seen him survive the last hellish hours thundered in Gregory’s head. His body acted on its own, and he was on his feet, shoving past the boys as he shouted.

 

“RUN, RUN NOW.”

 

 

 

Woah boy, been a while huh. So I added yet another 5 terminators to the ranks of the 42nd company. Mobile artillery and defense position busters. These lads were rescues, so their poses wasn't something I had control over. Stay tuned! I also have managed to finish a dreadclaw in my hiatus from posting, though no pictures of it yet. On the workshop table is a tactical/veteran squad... and you will definitely want to stay tuned for that. Later this week, keep an eye out! 

[Pearson73]

Terminators look good, I enjoyed the writing too, though I don't feel too hopeful for Gregory and his continued lifespan...

[Bjorn Firewalker]

Excellent work on the Terminators.

[Markus_]

Looking good! I may have to steal that idea of a marine being crushed under the Leviathan's foot.

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

New Post! Back to back posting! Aaah! These are some veterans i'm working on. A small squad of 5, all with combi-melta. There's some short-fiction being written for them too. Three are done done, whereas marines #4 and #5 are awaiting parts before they can be completed. 

@Pearson Aye, such is the life of a manufactorum worker, eh?

@Bjorn Thank you!

@Markus OMG you visited my thread, thank you so much for the kind words sir. I'd love to see what you'd do with a stomping Leviathan. 

 

[Pearson73]

The pose of the jumping/lunging veteran is just excellent, so much motion and dynamism.

 

The squad leader looks really quite regal with the cloak, more like a character than a mere squad leader.

[Hungry Nostraman Lizard]

Not much of an update this time around. There's a lot of things drying/in processing, though I did take some pictures of them being WIP. The 5 man Vet squad is fully built, primed, even base coated. Was going to do even more, but the iron trim/metallics really bogged me down, though the good news is that most of it is done... so the fun things, like bones, skin, other colors, etc - starts soon. In continuation with my theme for this company being set in a Siege Of Terra scenario, I'm adding lots of rubble/street debris. So I set out to make bases for the squad reflecting that. 



The bases are actually nearly done being painted - they're currently drying from one THICK coat of aggrax. I also decided it was time to rebase one of my contemptors, whom I was dissatisfied with the amount of emptiness on his base. He too is drying, now on his redone, repainted base - though the glue will take time to stabilize before I can take proper new pictures. 





Oh, and I guess you can see one of the pre-primed marines.



Stay tuned until next time!

Edited February 16, 2019 by Hungry Nostraman Lizard