Griffons Tempest - Returning to the game

[CCE1981]

I am returning to Warhammer 40k with this edition, I finally have the opportunity to do a True-Scale army with the new Primaris models.  I am playing with making an army list using multi-wound models, with the sole exception of scouts.  I have decided on a Griffon theme for my army, and playing a little bit with paint schemes.  I will be most likely using the Age of Sigmar (AoS) Vanguard-Palladors as bikes, and I am looking at a couple of other options for conversion bits.  

 

Paint scheme, ahh the paint scheme.  After having no clue what paint scheme I wanted I finally decided on a blended scheme.  This is rather ambitious but I wanna try it.  I have this idea of a writhing storm, with each model similar but not identical, that would be rather hard anyways, however if I paint each unit together they should be close enough to each other to tie themselves in nicely.

 

Lore:
  Griffons Tempest are an Ultima founding Chapter, hailing from the world of Tempesta.  Severe storms wrack the plains of the planet leaving devastation in the wake, the world was passed over for colonization originally but a misjump through the warp caused a ship to crash onto the planet, the survivors eked out an existence forgetting the Imperium outside of myth and legend.  When searching for new Chapter Worlds the remains of the the survivors were found to be flourishing, as well as could be expected on a world that offers little more than scrub brush and grass over rock strewn hilly terrain.  The people were hardy, tending to herds of native wilds beasts hardly tamed, and fending off fearsome Tempesta Griffons.  It is these animals that the Griffons Tempest take their name from. 

[Race Bannon]

oooh cool start!  What colors are being considered?

[CCE1981]

Paint Scheme Inspiration

 

 

[CCE1981]

Recruitment:

 The storms were gathering, already a few had broken forth and tore up the countryside, the destruction in their wake a pale shadow of the devastation of the coming months.  The prime of the herds of Kor'aoth were in the sheltered Glenn, the village was batted down, cut into the stone that made up the surrounding hills.  The coming storms marked the Time of Choosing, the choosing would soon start.  The Choosers, giant metal clad behemoths would stand vigil, Golems pulled straight from lore during the testing.  All boys ages ten to fifteen would be tested. Strength, Dexterity, Stamina, Intelligence, all would be tested.  No-one in the village knew how the decision was made, after the tests the Choosers would mark the boys they favored and take them as their own, a great honor, one sought by all.  There was only one exception, a boy could fail every test, be refused by the Choosers and demand one final trial.  Allowed only a small tin fitting in the palm of their hand, their loincloth, and a blanket wrapped around their shoulders.  The Choosers would hand them a knife, the boy would then be escorted out of the village, left to fend for himself during the season of ruinous storms that wracked the planet.  He was expected to find a nest of Tempest Griffons and steal an egg.  He would then return with it to present to the Choosers, his acceptance assured.

 Eral, 10, presented himself as all boys, he was the poorest of them, his father had died two years prior, his mother barely able to feed them both.  Eral knew he was not among the strongest, boys of fifteen were in the choosing it was their last chance.  He wasn't exceptionally Dexterous, or the best runner, and he had few occasions to play stones, the game of strategic cunning.  No, he had one chance and one alone.

 The Choosers came, three of them striding in their magnificent armor, a mural of the storms that ravaged the land.  They spoke no words, just nodding to the village elders who would administer the tests, one of the Choosers looked at Eral studying him for barely a noticeable second longer than the other boys that presented themselves.   The village elder clapped his hands signalling the start of the contests.  

 The trials by the boys would last long into the night for the next three days, each boy would have contest with one another, wrestling, stones, riding the semi-wild Kor'aoth.  Eral did as was expected, he could not compete with boys with every advantage over him, he knew it.  His true trial would be one on his own, and so he presented himself.  The Choosers accepted, handing him a sacred blade, and led him to gate that led out into the savage lands.  His mother wailed unable to bear it, it was a death sentence to be exiled out into the storms.  Exiles and hermits were given a temporary reprieve during the storms, only the most heinous of crimes warranted exile into the storms.  Eral chose this willingly. His mother broke free and rushed towards him, Eral, quietly placed the tin into her hands and continued his way through the gate, his destiny his own. 

 Eral made his way along the rocky path worn by the Griffons that made their nest here for generations. A storm was brewing, a large one.  The noise would mask his approach, hopefully the blood of the rodents he had gathered would tempt the Gryphoness into moving away from her clutch.  He waited, the storm growing larger more dangerous.  He waited, the winds built up howling across the grassland.  He waited, lightning struck, thunder clapped.  The Gryphoness came, cautious, steps unsure, he waited.  The Gryphoness, the largest he had seen fell to the bait, gorging herself of the offered meat.  Eral lept, plunging his knife into he neck, the Gryphiness screams carried away by the wind, and drowned out by thunder, and the rain fell.  She bucked, throwing Eral into the stone.  The Gryphoness clawed at the knife stuck in her neck, giving Eral time to shake the stars from his sight.  The Gryphoness turned to him, having clawed the knife out of her neck.  Eral backed into the cave, now the hunted.  

 Blood steadily flowed from the wound in the Griffonesses neck.  The mortal wound only needed time, Eral just had to live long enough for it to happen.  Eral backed into the cave, the Griffoness stalked after him, her steps faultering.  Eral ducked as the Griffoness leaped, avoiding the front claws, only to be kicked in the chest with her hind hooves.  Reeling, Eral righted himself the Griffoness stumbling as she turned.  She let out a magnicent screech drowning out the calamatous noise outside, the noise echoing in the cavern and making the very air tremble.  Clamping his hands over his ears Eral saw them, her eggs, he was standing overthem.  He looked up just in time to see the Griffoness leap for a final time.  Eral moved but not fast enough to avoid the Griffoness entirely.  The two of them rolled, the bodies conjoined, blackness engulfed him.

[Reyner]

Come on down to The Liber with these guys if you want! Always want to see new ideas and stuff and most of us love throwing up colour scheme examples :P 

[CCE1981]

Place holder Paint scheme using Army Painter.  I don't know if Army painter can do the blending but here we go.

 

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[CCE1981]

Come on down to The Liber with these guys if you want! Always want to see new ideas and stuff and most of us love throwing up colour scheme examples

I will definitely do this as soon as I get some miniatures built and painted!