Friday, 2 December 2016

Hobby Bonanza - Many Projects Go Forth

Hi Gang,


Today is a day of hobby administration! I have had many many things from many many projects that I have just put off and off, added to which I spent some time at my parents for my Mum's 50th birthday and so I need to do some catch up with commission painting! 

So today you're going to get a run down of all the things I am working on, basing, undercoating, building, washing and painting :) though beware the rough pictures as it would have taken far too long to put all of these in the light box for better pictures!


Immediate Commission Work




These are on the painting desk today! The two cyclone's at the front need a sepia wash and then layers/highlights. The three chain fist chaps have had the armour layered and weathered but all the other colours need basecoating before wash one. The two at the back need it all! These should be done by weekends end :)


Overdue Administration




Well that's a lot of models!!! All of the Deathwing Knights along with the Empire models and assassin bases needed sand basing before I could undercoat them and everything else which is a Ravenwing Landspeeder and 5 bikes plus an attack bike, a vindicare and an eversor plus 5 Kakophonie and an Arlatax!!! just need undercoating now.


Side Project...


And finally I've got round to doing the arduous resin washing of the rest of my Raging Hero's models that are for my special side project ;)

Hope that gives you a nice taste of whats to come on the blog! Thoughts on a postcard :)

Peace out,

Rob

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

The Solar Auxilia take on Winters SEO

Hey all!


Check out the video above to see Blooded 182nd Ustroytov Cohort take on Winters SEO's House of the Dragon in a fantastic game of narrative Heresy goodness!

If you haven't already checked out Winters' channel then I can't speak highly enough of the man himself as well as his battle reports, reviews and general awesome content! Go like, subscribe and enjoy :)

Peace out,

Rob

Tuesday, 29 November 2016

Parting Company With the Death Company

Hi Gang


The Death Company were the first (and so far only!!) army I ever fully painted up complete and ready for war. I was so damn proud of them when I was done. Whilst I still love how they look, my painting style has evolved away from the style they were painted in, and generally for the better in my eyes, though I am sure some will disagree as is their right :)

However in the past 18 months they have been played with on only two different occasions which included the fantastic mammoth charity event organised by Nick of The Burning Eye. The other being a 3000 point game with Dark Angels allies against my good mate Dan. 

Whilst I have been loathe to let them go, it has been on my mind for some time. Primarily because I hated that they weren't getting played with after so much time spent on them. I thought long and hard about what to do with them as I didn't just want to pawn them off on eBay, though I was sure I could get a pretty penny for them. 

As it is I have managed to devise an excellent way to trade them off and still get to see them played! This involves YouTube... However I don't want to step on the recipients toes as the rightful owner and so I will keep their big reveal under wraps till their first game goes live. However this does mean that anyone who has followed the creation of this army in black will now actually get to admire them in action as well as get to see the army expanded to new heights!! 

For now I have some choice close up pictures for you and some old army pictures for you to enjoy, as we don't say goodbye to the Death Company, but more of a 'I'll see you around'.




































Rest assured as soon as they are alive in their new incarnation I will have a post up letting you know where you can go and see them make bloody murda :)

Peace out,

Rob

Monday, 28 November 2016

The Burning Horizon - The Crimson Octio

Jeho Ru’Tal, Solemn Elect, “Jeho’s Disciples,” First Stave Line Brothers, Order of the Crimson Octio, The Burning Horizon Chapter, XVII Legion.


It was a long march back to the drop site, made all the longer by the absence of Octio’s Rhino and Land Raider transports. Forty leagues south from here the loyalist auxilia had exacted a heavy toll on The Horizon’s armour. Now those same auxilia were nothing but frozen corpses, their bravery already forgotten, merely another bloody stain on the altar of the Ruinstorm.

Hail stones the size of heavy caliber shell casings clattered unceasingly into the column of marching astartes. Whether it was the destruction of the planet’s geothermal sites or the futile detonation of atomics by the desperate loyalist garrison, Jeho knew not, yet the weather of this once temperate world had altered significantly. 


In a matter of hours, the temperature had dropped violently and visibility was virtually zero. A hail stone had already cracked Jeho’s visor, exacerbating the already dire state of his vision sending shimmering static across his tac display. His patience was being sorely tested this day.

Flexing armoured fingers to ward off freezing servos, Jeho muttered a prayer to the great annihilator, a solemn psalm of esoteric verse that gave thanks for the victories bestowed upon The Burning Horizon that day. He reminded himself that this storm was but an inconvenience, a respite for the surviving loyalists of this world in which to ponder their ultimate ends. 


Jeho would be glad to return to the drop site, there he would make offerings and attend a dark communion with his surviving brothers. Soon after, the Octio would sally forth with the rest of the reinforced Horizon and crush the life out of whatever resistance was left out there. 

Jeho smiled. Yes, there was much to reflect upon and be thankful for. Perhaps even time for a little silence, contemplation and study too. 

Then he noticed Mordecai.


Battle disciple Mordecai had been trudging forward for hours much like the rest of the Octio, his backpack generator rising and falling with each deliberate tread. Now the legionnaire’s step faltered in a curious fashion that made Jeho’s gums itch and the muscles in his shoulders tense. 

Something was wrong. Mordecai’s crimson armour was… was it quivering? Jeho thought fleetingly of the armour-flesh of the Serrated Suns, those amongst the legion who had bonded with the beyond itself to become Gal Vorbak. No, this was somehow different.


Jeho tried to speak, to warn Mordecai, but his tongue had become too leaden to form words. Stranger still, now Mordecai’s armour seemed to be shifting, wrestling with an invisible force. Violently it began to twist grotesquely, popping rivets and scoring rivers of fractures across the ceramite. Jeho recognised the signs too late.

Grav weapon.

With a concussive crack Mordecai died. A hideous lump of ceramite and astarte suddenly fused in front of Jeho, held suspended above where brother Mordecai had stood a heartbeat before.
The field broke, dropping the remains of Mordecai in an ignominious crash of gore and plate. The shock wave of equalisation butted Jeho to his knees as a flatline screamed his brother’s departure from this world. The vox clicked open as Jeho snapped off a quick burst from his bolter into the whiteout. 


‘Octio! What can you see?”

’Craven whoreson bastards, we are ambushed!’ Reth'nol was at Jeho’s side, bolter braced tightly against a studded pauldron firing blind bursts at intervals.

‘Targets Reth’nol,’ voxed Jeho, blinking through several filters on the infra visor to no avail, ‘tell me where the bastards are lurking?’


‘Xiacto, Auspex?’ Reth’nol swept the white out with fire, the recoil hammering against his vambrace. 

‘Nothing. Not a damn thing, it must be the atmospherics or- ’

Incoming bolt rounds whined overhead and detonated amongst them. A shot smacked hard into Jeho’s grieve, staggering him in a shower of shattered ceramite. Combat stims flooded Jeho's bloodstream, stifling the trauma even as another flatline screech told him that Xiacto had been less fortunate. Spitting a curse, Jeho righted himself and resumed firing bolts into the storm. There was only one course open to him now.


‘Octio, divide! Su’tal, push up and find these scum.’ Already the squad was on the move. ’Reth’nol!’  Jeho flinched as a bolt glanced his helm, ‘You’re with me!’

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I hope you enjoyed this second instalment of Ed's Burning Horizon, both in background and beauty. 

Peace out,

Rob