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"The greatest tragedies and triumphs of Man are reflected in the Great Ocean, forming raging storms. Yet, unlike our own realm, these reflections are not bound by our limited appreciation of causality, for often times the unwary athereal traveller may be caught in storms formed by malign events that they have yet to experience, and in their struggling they find themselves inexorably drawn to that fate.

 

Excerpt from the Book of Magnus


++ Vox-Transmission: Hobby Log Reclamation – Segmentum Obscurus ++

 

“What century is this? What world do I tread upon? Where are my wayward Brothers”

 

So begins my return to these once-hallowed halls, where the echoes of unfinished works linger like the ghosts of failed crusades. It has been many solar cycles since last I walked these corridors of creation. As ever in this grim age, fervour fades, project-data corrupts, and once-glorious legions are left to gather dust upon forgotten shelves.

 

Yet, with the resurgence of Horus Heresy: Edition Tertius, a spark rekindled within my soul’s forge. The Emperor—or perhaps something far less benevolent—has granted me the will to try once more. I shall undertake one final attempt to muster the Sons of Magnus, a host thrice begun and thrice undone since the release of Inferno, near a decade past in the reckoning of Old Terra.

 

For years uncounted, the perfect crimson eluded me. I sought it across countless data-scrolls and vid-archives, from the sacred formulae of Forge World to the noospheric sermons of YouTube’s Tech-Adepts. Yet each hue fell short of the vision burning within my mind’s eye.

 

Only now have I uncovered the heretical truth—the betrayer was not the pigment, but the final varnish itself! Such cruel irony that the very seal meant to preserve my work was its undoing. Through the guidance of the Powerfist Vox-Cast and their venerable Patreon, I was set once more upon the path to knowledge.

 

Now the brush feels like a weapon once again. The red flows true—deep, defiant, and glorious as Prospero’s burning sky. The Sons of Magnus shall rise anew, clad in the colour of knowledge, vengeance, and fire.

 

All is not yet dust…..

 

++ End Transmission ++

 

 

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++ Entry: Reclamation Protocols Initiated ++

 

Each great crusade begins with but a single step—so too does this humble endeavour. Here stands my tester, a weary veteran torn from the wreckage of failed campaigns past. Once cast aside in shame, he shall now serve as the vessel of renewal.

 

Through the alchemy of patience and the sacred art of sculpting newly mastered, this broken warrior shall be restored—reforged in crimson and purpose alike. His scars shall not be erased, but sanctified, a testament to lessons learned through ruin and perseverance.

Soon he shall march once more beneath the banner of the Sons of Magnus, reborn through devotion, skill, and the will to begin again.

 

 

++ Data-Note: Even the smallest spark may rekindle a legion ++

 

 

So… I’ve done it. I’ve completely torn apart my old Thousand Sons project. Gone. Dusted. Reduced to a tragic pile of plastic shame. To make matters worse, a bird actually nested in the box I stored them in — and when it finally flew off, it scattered Marines all over the garden like some kind of avian Chaos ritual. RIP, little plastic brothers.

 

Now, truth be told, the old paint scheme wasn’t awful… but it just wasn’t right. The shadows lacked punch, the varnish dulled everything down, and that glossy, candy-coated finish I was dreaming of? Never quite got there. So, into the stripping vat they went.

 

And while I’m ranting — can we talk about the newish MK6 kits? I’m sorry, but those single-pose legs and torsos are a bit of a buzzkill. Remember the good old days of multi-pose kits and endless kitbashing potential? Yeah, I miss that too. The old FW legions specific resin torsos don’t help either — they’re just that tiny bit smaller so you need to break out the scalpel and do some serious surgery to make them fit. Hobby joy, right?

 

But! There’s hope on the horizon. I recently joined a Hobby Camp run by Anpharius and Medders, and it totally reignited my mojo and taught me a fair few Green stuffing skills. I’ve even got a shiny new assault tank in the works (because who doesn’t love a big tank?).

 

First, though… it’s back to basics. Time to get a tactical squad finished. Because every great crusade starts with the humble footslogger.

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