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Inquisitor Lord (Lady?)
I painted this lady up in time for the Wamp Kingdom Death contest, which is a nice bonus.
Also, I think this pic is a bit better than the one I submitted for the contest, unfortunately.
This is a concept that I had in my head ever since I first laid eyes on this model. I very much wanted to keep the feel of the original true, but only really play GW games.
She's still very much a darkly imperious great game hunter, just in the form of a radical Ordo Xenos Inquisitor Lord (Lady?).
As a radical, she's surrounded in xenos artifacts (like the Dark Eldar boots that she wears, which exude darkness; the Demiurgi lifting claw making her rifle practically weightless; and the Hrudian cold warp-iron tunnel-gate lock built into her rifle, whose key hangs at her hip). Her little slave girl is meant to be a young Eldar Warlock stripped, branded with hexagrammic wards, and broken to the Inquisitor's Will.
The skull hanging from her hip is meant to be the crystal skull of an Eldar Farseer, one of her prized trophies from a successful hunt.
I started on the concepts for her right before the contest was announced as an NPC in a 40k campaign I'm running for my crew. The campaign takes place on an Imperial Shrineworld, hence the bases.
I hope you guys like it!
Also, I think this pic is a bit better than the one I submitted for the contest, unfortunately.
This is a concept that I had in my head ever since I first laid eyes on this model. I very much wanted to keep the feel of the original true, but only really play GW games.
She's still very much a darkly imperious great game hunter, just in the form of a radical Ordo Xenos Inquisitor Lord (Lady?).
As a radical, she's surrounded in xenos artifacts (like the Dark Eldar boots that she wears, which exude darkness; the Demiurgi lifting claw making her rifle practically weightless; and the Hrudian cold warp-iron tunnel-gate lock built into her rifle, whose key hangs at her hip). Her little slave girl is meant to be a young Eldar Warlock stripped, branded with hexagrammic wards, and broken to the Inquisitor's Will.
The skull hanging from her hip is meant to be the crystal skull of an Eldar Farseer, one of her prized trophies from a successful hunt.
I started on the concepts for her right before the contest was announced as an NPC in a 40k campaign I'm running for my crew. The campaign takes place on an Imperial Shrineworld, hence the bases.
I hope you guys like it!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Blood Angels Drop Pod
So, while working on my Blood Angels army I decided I needed some drop pods. Looking at them and their basically tear drop shape got my brain thinking again. SpaceMarines are pretty fanatical, and Blood Angels seem almost more so, what with their naming everything "Blood" something or other. I decided that for my own drop pods "basically" tear drop shaped wasn't blatant enough.
The following is the prototype for my Blood Angels drop pods (or should I say Blood Pods). There's a few things I've already noticed that need work (like putting a cover over the foam on the supports).
Also, it's not painted.. just primed red. The pod has the same height/ width/ length of the standard GW pod.
The following is the prototype for my Blood Angels drop pods (or should I say Blood Pods). There's a few things I've already noticed that need work (like putting a cover over the foam on the supports).
Also, it's not painted.. just primed red. The pod has the same height/ width/ length of the standard GW pod.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Book Review: Path of the Warrior by Gav Thorpe
I just completed Path of the Warrior earlier today, and I must say I was thoroughly impressed. It is definately a must read for anyone with any interest in the Eldar. Definately better than Goto's nightmare. The book is very well written, making a great balance of the essential alien-ness of the Eldar race while still leaving the characters approachible.
The insights into Eldar societies were invaluable, as I don't think anyone has ever put them as eloquently as Mr. Thorpe did here. They are definately far beyond the space elves that they've been. That and they pretty much confirm that the Incubi are the result of Arhra's fall. No more hinting.. just true. It was just a great piece of work. Very interesting to see just how much the path system really holds them and completely changes their outlooks on the world. Also how they look at humans and of course space marines. Possibly the best, however, was the Avatar and how the Eldar reconcile the taint of Khaine.
Getting into more would just give the story away.. and I want you all to read it! Go out! Give Gav your money! It's worth it. Then comment here and I'll talk your ear off about the rest of the book.
The insights into Eldar societies were invaluable, as I don't think anyone has ever put them as eloquently as Mr. Thorpe did here. They are definately far beyond the space elves that they've been. That and they pretty much confirm that the Incubi are the result of Arhra's fall. No more hinting.. just true. It was just a great piece of work. Very interesting to see just how much the path system really holds them and completely changes their outlooks on the world. Also how they look at humans and of course space marines. Possibly the best, however, was the Avatar and how the Eldar reconcile the taint of Khaine.
Getting into more would just give the story away.. and I want you all to read it! Go out! Give Gav your money! It's worth it. Then comment here and I'll talk your ear off about the rest of the book.
Friday, October 8, 2010
The History of the Lost City of Sylvanus, Part 1
It has come to my attention as my high elf regiments come closer and closer to completion that their assembly and detail may not make sense without the proper back story... a back story I have had in my head for years, but have yet to actually tell anyone else of. Writing it is becoming a monster, and this is the abridged version. I am simply attempting to get the important events in a little more detailed way than a simple timeline up until "present day". A note before I begin: In the last 2? army books, elves have become immortal age-wise again. Morathi used to be the oldest at something like 2000 years old... now she is waaaay older. I use this. All the years are accurate acording to High Elf lore, and you could actually look it up. I did.
Anyway.. on to the show. I present to you The History of Sylvanus: Part 1
The Lost City of Sylvanus
In the realm of Avelorn, near the border of Ellyrion, upon the foothills of the Annuli Mountains sits a small city hidden among the mists of the Sylvan River. It is the city of Sylvanus, and it is often known as the city of the lost.
The Lost Prince, Raethil Aesildur Tiranoc of Tiranoc
Long before he was a prince, Raethil Aesildur Tiranoc was a young princeling boy, the second son of Prince Raethien Illian Tiranoc and his Princess, Aesildana Tiranoc. Raethil was the youngest of seven children, and their house was a powerful one, able to trace their line back to the original founder of the mighty realm of Tiranoc. Prince Raethien was a trusted advisor of the Phoenix King, Bel Shanaar and enjoyed a place of honour in the King’s Court, a position that Raethil would never know.
Raethil was born in the chaos and strife of Caledor I’s first year as Phoenix King. The realm of Ulthuan was beset by civil war after the betrayal of Malekith. Prince Raethien locked down his lands, protecting them as best he could while rooting out the ever present dark cults and traitors in their midst. He eagerly awaited his liege’s call to war.
That call came within the year. Prince Raethien marched to war with his eldest son Aethellion. In the battles that followed, Aethellion showed great courage and prowess on the field, leading a regiment of Silver Helms, and decimating all that stood before him. Soon Raethil’s brother was known across the land as a great hero.
At the age of nine, Raethil’s father and brother returned for a brief reprieve from the front. Though his father meant to stay in order to defend his own borders, Aethellion was to again leave for the front. Rumours circulated that he was picked to carry the King’s own standard into battle.
While he was home, Aethellion began training his young brother further in the arts of war. They practiced bow work and spear work. Raethil already showed great promise with both blade and chariot, and Aethellion began training Raethil as a Silver Helm. It was during one of these training sessions that Aethellion’s steed, which had been with his trusted companion in battle for the last nine years, suddenly went mad, tossing him from the saddle and trampling him to death as Raethil sat helplessly and watched his brother’s death. Raethil would never trust a horse again.
The Fortress of Golden Waves
At the age of eighteen, Raethil, due solely to his noble blood, is given command of the Eighth Regiment of Tiranocii Spears. Scared and ignorant, Raethil mostly passes command to his standard bearer, Finduelo, a commoner and veteran of many battles. The regiment does fair in the ensuing skirmishes. Raethil takes full command of the regiment during its first true line battle at the age of twenty. The battle is a success in a time of great loss, and the Tiranocii Eighth is lauded as heroes of the battle.
At the age of twenty one, after proving himself time and again, Raethil and the Tiranocii Eighth were assigned to garrison the Fortress of Golden Waves in the realm of Ellyrion. The fighting is near constant, and many years of starving battle follow. Raethil begins replacing his losses with stray elves from nearby battles, allowing them a chance to reclaim their honour. It is in this time that Raethil also discovers his knack for dectecting traitors among his men. The fort holds against all that is thrown against it.
After five years of almost constant siege, Raethil and the Eighth win a great victory, breaking and decimating the latest Druchii army with a courageous counter-offensive that wipes out nearly every enemy surrounding the remote outpost. Celebration is cut short as what is believed to be some foul Druchii sorcery shakes the Fortress of Golden Waves in the form of a massive earthquake. This is all that the remote fortress feels of the incredible violence of the Sundering. The defenders quickly re-bolster their defenses and await an attack that does not come.
It is almost eleven years before they are informed that the war is over and are relieved from their duty.
Anyway.. on to the show. I present to you The History of Sylvanus: Part 1
The Lost City of Sylvanus
In the realm of Avelorn, near the border of Ellyrion, upon the foothills of the Annuli Mountains sits a small city hidden among the mists of the Sylvan River. It is the city of Sylvanus, and it is often known as the city of the lost.
The Lost Prince, Raethil Aesildur Tiranoc of Tiranoc
Long before he was a prince, Raethil Aesildur Tiranoc was a young princeling boy, the second son of Prince Raethien Illian Tiranoc and his Princess, Aesildana Tiranoc. Raethil was the youngest of seven children, and their house was a powerful one, able to trace their line back to the original founder of the mighty realm of Tiranoc. Prince Raethien was a trusted advisor of the Phoenix King, Bel Shanaar and enjoyed a place of honour in the King’s Court, a position that Raethil would never know.
Raethil was born in the chaos and strife of Caledor I’s first year as Phoenix King. The realm of Ulthuan was beset by civil war after the betrayal of Malekith. Prince Raethien locked down his lands, protecting them as best he could while rooting out the ever present dark cults and traitors in their midst. He eagerly awaited his liege’s call to war.
That call came within the year. Prince Raethien marched to war with his eldest son Aethellion. In the battles that followed, Aethellion showed great courage and prowess on the field, leading a regiment of Silver Helms, and decimating all that stood before him. Soon Raethil’s brother was known across the land as a great hero.
At the age of nine, Raethil’s father and brother returned for a brief reprieve from the front. Though his father meant to stay in order to defend his own borders, Aethellion was to again leave for the front. Rumours circulated that he was picked to carry the King’s own standard into battle.
While he was home, Aethellion began training his young brother further in the arts of war. They practiced bow work and spear work. Raethil already showed great promise with both blade and chariot, and Aethellion began training Raethil as a Silver Helm. It was during one of these training sessions that Aethellion’s steed, which had been with his trusted companion in battle for the last nine years, suddenly went mad, tossing him from the saddle and trampling him to death as Raethil sat helplessly and watched his brother’s death. Raethil would never trust a horse again.
The Fortress of Golden Waves
At the age of eighteen, Raethil, due solely to his noble blood, is given command of the Eighth Regiment of Tiranocii Spears. Scared and ignorant, Raethil mostly passes command to his standard bearer, Finduelo, a commoner and veteran of many battles. The regiment does fair in the ensuing skirmishes. Raethil takes full command of the regiment during its first true line battle at the age of twenty. The battle is a success in a time of great loss, and the Tiranocii Eighth is lauded as heroes of the battle.
At the age of twenty one, after proving himself time and again, Raethil and the Tiranocii Eighth were assigned to garrison the Fortress of Golden Waves in the realm of Ellyrion. The fighting is near constant, and many years of starving battle follow. Raethil begins replacing his losses with stray elves from nearby battles, allowing them a chance to reclaim their honour. It is in this time that Raethil also discovers his knack for dectecting traitors among his men. The fort holds against all that is thrown against it.
After five years of almost constant siege, Raethil and the Eighth win a great victory, breaking and decimating the latest Druchii army with a courageous counter-offensive that wipes out nearly every enemy surrounding the remote outpost. Celebration is cut short as what is believed to be some foul Druchii sorcery shakes the Fortress of Golden Waves in the form of a massive earthquake. This is all that the remote fortress feels of the incredible violence of the Sundering. The defenders quickly re-bolster their defenses and await an attack that does not come.
It is almost eleven years before they are informed that the war is over and are relieved from their duty.
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