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  1. thomas

    Shadowscales

    Great idea.
  2. thomas

    Shadowscales

    Thanks for your comment. I just made some better photos outside and will improve my setup inside.
  3. Part 2 I made up some new stuff like who leads such a horde. Still nameless but it is a Tomb King with a fashion sense. I have lots of parts laying around for the original army idea. My idea was to fill front lines with Empire looking troops and less dressed skeletons in the back. The best of the unit survived the end of the world so the army will look like a weird butchered empire battlegroup. I will paint them like they are from different units. Also made a quest for them. Freeing the controlled undead from necromancers and vampires. Should not be a suprise they were not on friendly terms with necromancers. The Age of Sigmar It was a long long time they felt hope. Their endless torment could end. A final rest was in sight. The world falling apart was that spark of hope..no.. death they were interested in. All this joking around the last centuries would come to an end. They were a lost civilization. Cursed, controlled and used. No future for them and it finally looks like no future for the rest. They waited for the end. But it never came. The sun rose again but it looked different in the distance. They were still in the same town. Still wearing the same.. heads. Count Trollebloed looked at the sky. The vampire lived ages but was unsuccessful in negotiating terms with his this new Boney King of Nowhere. "There There, I quite like this town, let us settle down here." Everything else was destroyed the night before. A little realm for them alone, to torment forever and nowhere to go. The Joke Realm Golden Soldiers entered the realm with a lot of light and thunder. Suspecting Empire survivors they approached the Captain without slamming their hammers in his two faces. "By Sigmar! You smell like you slayed a thousand!" The deception did not hold. How could they fight these Golden Soldiers? Like them they are cursed to fight. The Captain spoke to them. "We are alike." "You are more a force of bad luck." Answered the Lord-Relictor. " You are not bound to Nagash or Chaos nor do you deserve to fight for Sigmar." "No, we will not fight you." Captain Party This is it for now. I have some converted knights somewhere. Maybe make another crazy character out of it. Right now I have the Tomb+Wight King and the two-faced Greatsword Captain.
  4. Another work in progress. The idea is a Seraphon strike force in the realm of shadows Ulgu or even darker places. These Lizards have adapted to their environment. Trapped from their brethren they survived chaos and slowly turned from prey to predator. Main inspiration are the Predator Movies. Because they are so far away from other Seraphon they created their own culture of danger and hunting the most dangerous daemons. Also have some black Ripperdactyl Riders and of course Chameleon Skinks which in the realm of shadows become a true terror. Excuse the bases. Right now I have them this way because the models become more visible. I plan to make dark grey/green swamp bases. They will really blend in then.
  5. WIP Still have to finish painting the critters and do some highlighting.
  6. Just an old crazy army idea. Inspiration from Necron Flayed Ones. Bringing back to life for AoS28. A quick draft and still a bit of a mess. You may notice that english is not my primary language. Cursed in Khemri Those enslaved by necromancy obeyed their masters. No minds of their own, moved from desert to the lands they were ordered. Left behind were the minds slowly turning insane. These dead bodies wanted to die but could not. The cruel joke of immortality turned them fearless and mocking life. How would they like to be flesh and blood again. Eventually they moved from the desert like the others. Skeletons with a mind of their own. Centuries of combat experience. No rest needed. Not even communication. The most horrifying tactic? The will to live. To feel whole again. To be alive again. Lack of respect for the living even less respect for the dead. Wearing the bodies of the defeated, they mock and joke. Like a bad practical joke wearing the most cruel disguise. From a distance they look like allies a Captain says to his group. The missing party has not been found yet. Hounds are barking, must be the smell. Not all wear fresh suits you know. Ambushing always was easy when they started burying themselves in the desert. But now? Just walking through plains straight into towns meeting no resistance. The world ended and they are still not dead. So this is all before they enter the Age of Sigmar.
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