The Troggoth Hag is definitely a piece I believe every Troggoth army needs. It's amazing as a model and amazing on the table.
I rarely do such detailed eyes and faces but when working on a model that is the centrepiece of your army you want to spend some extra time just to make it special. This is surely the best work I have ever done on a models face and I think there is just a lot of character and emotion on the model.
My smaller Troggoths are just green and blue but for t
Seraphon - Scorched Earth My List
Took no notes, so I'll be going off memory here and I expect the scores in-between rounds to be wrong except for the final score. I win on drops and let him go first and he generates CCP and absolutely stacks the buffs on Kroak, making him nigh-unkillable with multiple FNP\pass-off saves and sitting on 2+ RR 1's. He put all 4 of his Salamander unit in the sky and brought 1 down to remove the Jezzails Clanrat screen but that was
“Hold this point you band of wretched souls!” screamed Gathus at the Horde of Chainrasps and the Spirit Hosts he had ordered to guard the edge of the Wyldwood. The trees had not seen a Slyvaneth in so long their magic had faded and it had no sway over the small copse, and so the taint of chaos had taken over and twisted the limbs into a deadly, unforgiving force. The perfect place to hide behind and use to your own advantage.
The Nighthaunt had been sent by Lady Olynder to destroy a particu
To take a break from painting my darkshards I've made a start on the celestial hurricanum. I think the model holds up very well considering its age, there's lots of great detail and bitz to keep hold of.
It's also probably the most complex kit I've worked on so I thought I'd keep track of my progress.
I've made a couple changes to fit with my army narrative which I think work pretty well. The main one is the replacement of the cart horses with a mutant ogre.
Lore: One of the Carav
Keldimir looked over at the Spirt Torment and checked that he was keeping the Chainrasp Horde in some sort of order and was pleased with what he saw. Without his brother Gathus at his side, Rasark was a sharper and stronger Gheist. Nagash had seen the constant and deep-rooted hate that each brother had for the other in life, and when the time was right, he took their souls and made them fight together in the Reaper Brigade. Forcing them to be near one another so that their hate made them fight h
The living tattoos that traversed his weathered skin surged in unison with his own limbs as they sent the last wooden totem clattering to the top of the heap. Voorg noticed the light dusting of snow that had begun settling in his beard; a storm perhaps? That would be refreshing, he thought, and helpful in obscuring the sight of his fire. It would be best that the others not carry the sight of their ancestors burning with them in their minds’ eyes.
His brief moment of calm was torn away
So, my latest diorama, is going to be an Ossiarch Bonereapers Necropolis by the stormy ghoulish sea. The only thing is, I don't know what to make the walls look like.
In the battletome, it says that all the Necropolises are meant to be very similar looking, and the walls in the art are made of stone and bone. This makes me feel like I should do them like this, but I don't really know, because I think they look cool, but aren't that interesting.
Another option is to make them solely ou
A tale of the Freeguilds
General Thaddeus Carmoggan met his guests in his spacious study, seated behind a thick, mahogany desk, The accoutrements of his former profession in the Freeguilds surrounded him. A shattered choppa, taken from the dead claws of Gorruk Mangletooth, sat alongside an gold-chased, handcrafted pistol gifted to him from the Ironweld Arsenal upon the defeat of the heretic engineer Lugenbrau. Tattered banners from no less than four different regiments adorned the walls, sque
Continuing on from my last post the next unit from the Mortal Realms magazine has been completed:
Castigators provide ranged support in a Sacrosanct army, very much counterparts to the Judicators in a strike chamber. That said the opinion of their performance on the battlefield according to the internet is lukewarm at best....
Still, the units was good fun to paint with alot of detail on the models allowing for a bit of variation from the scheme I used for the Sequitors.
The Stormcasts stepped out from the forest, shaking leaves and twigs off their once immaculate armour. The Lord Arcanum shouted orders as soon as he saw the Mutiliating Brayscourge in the burning ruins and like a well-oiled machine, all the parts moved as one, forming into defensive units.
Molgrur watched as the enemy lined up. Years of fighting them had meant he knew what they were called. And how to kill them. He studied the formation. Evocators, flanked by Knight Incantors, at the front.
The Mutilating Brayscourge had stopped to rest in the ruins of an old Azyrite style palace on the edge of the Kindling Forests. They had been travelling for 3 days and with the herd expanding almost daily, chasing, and catching wild animals wasn’t enough to sate the blood gorge which had been growing to the point where the herd was becoming restless and wild.
As they travelled, they had been joined by another Great Bray Shamen who had been leading 10 Ungor Raiders after they had fled when t
Time for the first blog update! Been pretty busy with real life stuff recently but still managed to get some hobby in. Really enjoyed painting to podcasts in the evenings.
The last couple weeks I've completed my freeguild guard and built up the darkshards. Pretty rusty at painting so took a couple models to get back into it, though overall very pleased with how they turned out. Learnt a couple painting tips along the way too!
Here's all 14, went for a blue and white colour scheme
In which the bonds of loyalty are tested under the Blood God's gaze
Red skies and orange sun. Fortuitous omens perhaps, on the eve of battle. The army of Halthcar Dreadgaze was camped on the edge of the canyon, guarding the end of the great bridge of Kharathdun. Even above the raucous noise of the warcamp, the bubbling and hissing of the ever-boiling Kharath River could be heard echoing from the canyon, and those closest to the rim constantly felt the roiling heat of what passed for a waterwa
Welcome to my first blog post.
I will be the first to admit that I am pretty bad at this game. Most games I play I'm just an average player. But I love this game and will continue to play.
A little bit about myself.
I started around 2014 playing Warhammer 40K with Grey Knights. With a lot of people Dawn of War was my first real introduction into the universe. Fast forward a couple years later and a friend of mine pulled out some dwarves. My first thought was "These are small and
Nagash looked deep into the realms at the innumerable battles and wars that were being played out over the Mortal Realms, watching with hawk like eyes that transcended space and time. His plans were coming together. The Necroquake had been successful. All souls will be his at the end.
A Knight of Shrouds caught his attention. It's mind was as sharp as the Sword of Stolen Hours that it was wielding. His aura of Death was as a beacon to Nagash, a bright black glow that drowned out the souls
This evening I played Take and Hold vs @TwiceIfILikeIt.
She crushed me in two turns with her squigs.
The deathriders and Zandtos were eaten by a mangler. The Guard were downed by hoppers. My Boneshaper and other Guard could not leave our objective, and even if they could, they were too slow to get to the other side. The Shieldwall re-roll saved not one single wound, and the Deathless Warriors roll saved about two wounds. Oh, plus, not a single 6 on hit rolls with Nadirite weapons all g
A Warcry Story
The sky is different here. It is, perhaps, the most notable aspect of this blighted place, something that immediately sets it apart from all the other realms. It shifts constantly, often like a kaleidoscope of mingled colors, other times just solid red or a sickly orange. Storms come swiftly, rolling in seemingly out of nowhere, bringing rain that may be soft and cool or vicious enough to flense the flesh off a man’s bones. Foul winds blow across this wasteland as well
Molgrur stood face to face with the Lord Arcanum who's golden armour shimmered and glinted as the gryph-charger, skittish with fear, chirped and jostled his rider.
Never one to turn down his chance to fulfil his destiny and turn into pure Chaos – the gift from Morghur himself - the Beastlord had accepted the challenge by the Lord Arcanum to fight in the middle of the battlefield, before their troops faced each other. He revelled in the chaos that a full battle bred, the smell of sweat and b
I just finished a Liege.
Here he is.
Probably the last model I'll finish as a free American, but at least it's done.
I was a bit more focused on cleaner lines, but it's still sloppy. I'm old. I don't paint as well as I used to. Yes is about as good as I can be now. Oh well.
Hi there, all.
Behold the Grand Procession of the Enixian Nighthaunt
Gathered en masse in numbers untold. Well, actually, the number is 258 models and is worth over 8,000 points (as of GHB'19/WD'19) with battalions. ☠️