Jackals of the Crimson king.

[Xenith]

Gorgeous work, really nice force.

 

I was going to ask if you'd considered painting the base rims a darker colour - the bright almost orange brown on the earlier models really draws the eye to the rim and away from the model, especially when combined with the bright white blasted tile base. I think you've really nailed it with the last models, particularly the dread - the figure itself is now the focus. Superb basing! 

 

[sarabando]

Aamyn signalled for his fire team to disembark from the mighty warmachine , their orders were simple move through the plaza and hunt the wolves own armour. The great Spartan ground fine prosperan brick work to dust as it came about, it's own orders taking it further into the war-torn district .

[Firedrake Cordova]

Nice work. I like the posing of the multi-melta marines, and the weathering on their feet  

Edited June 3, 2023 by Firedrake Cordova

[Urauloth]

Great looking army!
Are those Mk VI bodies with Mk IV heads and shoulder guards, by the way? I was considering building Salamander that way; if that's how it looks, I'll definitely go for it, these are really nice.

[sarabando]

On 6/17/2023 at 10:06 PM, Urauloth said:

Great looking army!
Are those Mk VI bodies with Mk IV heads and shoulder guards, by the way? I was considering building Salamander that way; if that's how it looks, I'll definitely go for it, these are really nice.

yes they are :) 

[Tyrannicide]

Love the use of the old 40k multi-meltas! They go together perfectly with the new mk 6 marines.

[sarabando]

Its been over a year since i updated this thread but masters of the unnatural arts we are, so let's bring it back to life.

 

 

The shield wall held, a wall of ceremite and bolter fire that the blood claws couldnt break. Fafniy wiped the blood from his broken nose as he loaded a fresh magazine into his bolter.

"Old whiskers to me." He growled into the vox, the company veterans scrabbled up to his position behind the pot marked statue its features lost to volleys of fire.

Around him veteran warriors growled and hooted steadying themselves for the slaughter to come.

"less than 10 seconds and i estimate they will burn through their ammunition, then we will have them." He revved his chainsword for effect. Ten seconds later the last bolter round cracked its raport echoed through the smoke filled plaza.

"NOW!" Barked the Grey haired champion jumping to his feet. The pack raced forward towards the silent crimson shield wall.....

 

 

Hearts pumping as his legs thumped along the cracked flagstones he could taste the victory, smell the blood, taste the ozone of power weapons. His stomach turned to ice as like a well oiled machine the shields twisted to the side and new warriors stepped forward long curved blades humming in the early morning chill.

Then the dying started.

 

[Firedrake Cordova]

Really nice  

[sarabando]

 

Really nice  

thanks check back soon as there will be plenty of updates this week i hope

[sarabando]

Sadly i had an accident over the weekend where i managed to deep strike 30+ memebers of the legion onto the floor :( 

 

Damage was repaired, bases reattached, however the centurion from page one of this thread lost his bolter and the fingers from his lightening claw. 

 

So the legion quartermasters provide and he is reassigned as the first member of a newly created command squad for my Praetor. 

[Firedrake Cordova]

Oh, that sounds like a painful accident!  

 

You've made a very nice recovery with the former centurion - he looks very nice indeed  

[sarabando]

 

Gungir's skin crawled as he strained his ears against the deafening silence that surrounded him, an unnatural silence as a thick  fog descended upon them. His pack was cut off, and alone. They had been chasing a lone witch into a quiet plaza when the beast had struck a giant chitinous fury had carved through the pack. The Wolf priest's adepts worked at a feverous pace to carve away the damaged plate from Hufen's crushed torso, the veteran warrior wailed like a newborn the creature's wicked stinger tipped tail had pieced his reinforced armour like it was nothing more than leather. Thumerson was crawling towards Gungir, his legs twenty feet behind him, the crimson trail he left start against the dusty white flagstones. Raolf was unmoving. The chittering of legs and snapping of claws was all around them. Gungir couldn't help himself snapping off shots at shadows wildly. Stood on a plaza a distance away looking down on the invaders, Weret-hekau the esoterist guided the untamable desert beasts via a song he had been taught as a child by a bird. The sound of bolter fire lessened and stopped, and with a wave of his hand the fog rolled away into the sunlight.

 

 

Beside him, his companion nodded in approval. "The songs of the imertrial will become more important in the comming days Brother." Said the senior librarian. "Come I have a dozen more men such as yourself i need to recruit before the sun reaches its zenith this day."

 

A half dozen miles away under the tertiary supply highway in a forward operating position, Amotetj fussed over his wards. The injured dreadnought cried out in cybernetic pain that did not vocalise for the spireguard mortals around him. He leaned heavily on his staff wanting to offer advice to the tech adepts who worked on the living ancient, but he knew better, he knew those systems in and out but was dedicated to their regular maintenance. The snapping servo arms and slithering mechadentrits of the techmarines were far more capable of the kind of catastrophic damage and repairs needed here.

 

 

[Firedrake Cordova]

Very nice

[sarabando]

Traffir came from a world more akin to the homeland of the invaders than Prospero. He despised the desert heat, it made him itch. The slowly healing burns from a close call with a hand flamer itched too, the voices in the back of his mind itched the most. He squeezed the handle of his weapon trying to ignore the voices. The relics he had pulled from the burning temple whispered and offered him safety, healing, cool mountains like home. "Be quiet!" He snapped. The marines crouched around him shifted uneasily. 

"Delegatus, none made a sound." Voxed the veteran squads sergeant, the transmission power so low it barely reached him across the warehouse they lay concealed in. 

Taffir looked over to their position and nodded his understanding, the heavy weapons he was in cover with shifted nervously again, one looking down at the refugee camp below, if any of the humans heard the outburst none showed it. 

"Contact." Came a subvocalised warning seconds before slate grey armoured vehicles rolled  into the ruined storehouse. Civilians broke from ragged shelters, mothers chased children, the elderly hobbled away. None would be fast enough. A pair of longbased rhino advancers groaned to a halt just behind the lead battle tank. For dozen astartes disembarked almost casually, laughing and pointing at the fleeing civilians as they brought up flamers to burn the hovels. 

The voices were screaming at Taffir, dozens of them men, women, children, others. All begging him to act to save them to kill the invaders, to burn them.

"Open fire." He signalled, white trails of a volley of rockets answered him burning down the wolf grey battle tank and turning the sand to glass. Heavy bolters barked as they cut down invaders who found themselves with little to no cover. Those who made it to cover found their positions quickly flanked as the veteran astartes raced along the raised catwalks and gantries. 

The voices were laughing now, that was worse. 

[sarabando]

The force is complete.

10 tarteros terminators and another member of the command squad has been added. Il include better pics of them tomorrow.

[Firedrake Cordova]

That's a pretty sizable army, and they look great as an assembled force

[calgar101]

Wow some beautiful work there! That is a good sized and beautiful looking army. 

I really enjoy your lore blurbs too.

[Monstra Sumus]

Some absolutely stellar miniatures in this thread, friend. 

 

Bravo! I look forward to seeing more. 

[sarabando]

A second leviathan crashes into the battle field, may have gone a little too heavy on the angron red as it's lost all the gold beneath it :( 

[Firedrake Cordova]

I like the wear on the weapons "hands"

[Dr_Ruminahui]

I think the issue is the gold is retributor which is a very "red" gold, so it gets kind of washed out by the bright red of the model as they are too similar in colour and tone.

 

To avoid that, I would suggest using a different gold or hitting it with a drybrush of golden griffon - the second approach is what I use for my gold (though I do very much pine for when it was a regular rather than a drybrush paint), which generates a much yellower, softer toned gold - here's a picture of what the final colour is like.

 

Other than the gold getting lost somewhat, its a beautiful miniatures - I really like the contrast of the grey "stone" armour plates.

Edited November 8 by Dr_Ruminahui

[Firedrake Cordova]

The other option would be to dark-line around the gold to add some separation (I'm guessing some Agrax Earthshade thinned with Contrast Medium, or burnt umber or Paynes Grey oil paints), but that's fiddly and annoying.