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This blog is dedicated to my various projects in the hobby. Thx for taking a look and coming along for the ride.

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The Penitent Crusade Of Saint Simeon (A FEC Blog)

During the Age of Might the Kingdom of Odentia in the Realm Of Death was a quiet fiefdom far removed from the main population clusters of the Realm.  The political power in the Kingdom centered around the Order Of The Bended Knee, a loose association of knights who controlled the local countryside from their scattered feudal holdings. The Order’s political power was buttressed by their role in the religious ancestor worship/veneration that dominated the cultural landscape of the kingdom. The populace held deep respect for their ancestral dead, raising the most honored of these deceased up to the devotional level of Saints, who were prayed to for guidance and spiritual intercession. The knights of the Order depicted themselves as temporal stewards of the Saints, carrying out their spiritual will and taking over the Saints’ martial protection of the kingdom. The most popular Saint in the devotional hierarchy was Saint Simeon, patron saint of penance. In the early history of the kingdom, Odentia was decimated by plague. As the community began to fall apart due to the impact of the epidemic, a young monk by the name of Simeon led a spiritual resurgence that focused on personal penance as the whole community looked to the saints for forgiveness from whatever sins had brought the great plague down upon them.  By leading communal ceremonies of confession and penance Simeon brought the fractured community together and helped them cope with the devastation that the disease was reeking throughout Odentia. As the plague eventually subsided Simeon was revered as a savior and quickly entered the canon of Saints when he died a few decades later. In the wake of Simeon’s death and canonization, the Order adopted him as their patron saint and linked his popularity to their political power. They took on the new role of spiritual guardians of the kingdom, as stewards of public penance and enforcers of communal worship.     This was the state of the Kingdom of Odentia when the forces of Chaos surged into the Realm during the Age Of Chaos.  As it was not one of the central kingdoms of the Realm, Odentia was not pivotal in the War Of Bones that saw Archaon invade the Realm Of Death and defeat Nagash. However, the tide of Chaos finally reached Odentia and the kingdom was besieged by the forces of the Dark Gods. The armies of the Everchosen overwhelmed the castles of the Order and ravaged the saintly monasteries that dotted the countryside of Odentia.  The Order fought gallantly to protect their charges but in the face of the Chaos legions they were decimated and the entire kingdom was set ablaze. Refugees from the settlements of old Odentia struggled for survival, scavenging for whatever food and resources they could find.  Slowly their humanity slipped away as they were forced to do unthinkable acts for mere subsistence. It began with stealing from each other and the consumption of domesticated animals like dogs and cats, but quickly escalated into grotesque scenes of cannabalism,       It was this depravity that drew the Carrion King to Odentia. Unwittingly freed from his prison by the legions of Archaon, the King came into Odentia and rallied its people against the forces of Chaos.  Gathering the remnants of the Order Of The Bended Knee and the rest of the kingdom’s refugees the King feed them his flesh and corrupting blood and the Kingdom of Odentia was reborn.  The derangement of the King swept through the minds of the Odentia refugees and forever altered their reality.  The refugees came to see the King as Saint Simeon reborn, come to them in their hour of need.  They had sinned and brought down a great punishment upon themselves but through Saint Simeon and the path of penance they could be atoned.  The Saint forgave them and through a holy communion with him gave them the spiritual strength to free their kingdom. With a renewed Order and the Saint at the lead the forces of Odentia fought back the wave of Chaos and began reestablishing their homeland.  The  Atonement War was long and bitter but with the power the Saint provided the forces of Chaos were expelled and Odentia was rechristened. In wake of the Atonement War Saint Simeon proclaimed that his work was done and that he was needed elsewhere.  He anointed the Knights Of The Order Of The Bended Knee as his spiritual successors and they drank deeply from his cup and were filled with his holy power.  He claimed that through them he would watch over Odentia and when they needed him most he would return and ensure the prosperity of the kingdom. Throughout the Age of Chaos the Order and their penitent knights keep the forces of Chaos at bay and carried on the legacy of the Saint.   As the Age of Sigmar dawned Odentia was awash in optimism.  As the forces of Chaos receded, for the first time Odentia was not besieged on all sides.  The Order took it as a providential sign from Saint Simeon that a time of renewal was at hand.  They were being rewarded for their devotion and were the chosen, destined to lead all into the new glorious dawn.  Thus Lord Belisarius, Grand Master Of The Order Of The Bended Knee has called a Grand Penitent Crusade.  All the forces of Odentia, the military orders, the penitent flagellants and the devoted monks rally ready to spill forth from the boarders of Odentia and bring the truth and prosperity of Saint Simeon’s path to all those in the Realm of Death.          Welcome to my FEC work in progress.  Since AOS 2 hit I have decided to finally finish my FEC army. Above is my fluff and here is what I have completely painted so far.   Here is Lord Alexius the Steady, Field Commander of the Order Of The Bended Knee. He is one of my Varghulfs Courtiers that I converted from the GW giant kit.  
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Realm of Shyish: Table Terrain Project

With the Legions Of Nagash and Malign Portents I have finally found the motivation to finish the Shyish themed table I started awhile back.  I collected a bunch of terrain for my Shyish board, assembled it but never got around to painting it.  My hope is to really get on it. Here are my first two pieces, a set of the Hobbit Ruins and a Shyish themed Realmgate. 
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Nagash's Muster

With the new Legions Of Nagash Battletome finally giving Death some love I have started the process of rebasing and finishing my Death army.  My first goal is to focus on getting both a Grand Host Of Nagash and a Legion of Sacrament list up and painted.  I have most of the cheap units painted (80 skeletons, 60 zombies, 10 Black Knights, 10 Dire Wolves) just need to get them rebased. I also have Nagash and Arkhan in the box ready to be built. My first step to getting this project going is converting a Mortis Engine.  I had an old Screaming Skull Catapult lying around from the End Times when I converted one up to go with my Vampire Counts stuff.  I loved the model so I decided to add some bits and turn it into a Mortis Engine.  So here is my first completed model for my Legions of Sacrament list.   
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Da Big Blue Fist: Leaders

Daankop, has not been the leader of the Da Big Blue Fist clan for long.  Always gifted in the shamanistic ways of the tribe, he had served the previous Prophet as a Wardokk for many years.  A few years ago the simple nomadic existence of the tribe had been interrupted by the appearance of strange warriors from the heavens. Wrapped in gold and bathed in blue lightning these warriors descended from the sky and waged war across the plane of Ghur.  Da Big Blue Fist met them on the field of battle and were impressed by their martial prowess and stoic resolve.  When Daan first saw the warriors from the sky he immediately thought back to his clan’s myths about the hammer of power that fell from the sky in a storm of blue fire.  During the battle Daankop struck down one of the heavenly warriors but as he died his form returned to the heavens in a stroke of blue lightning.  The blue bolt struck Daankop as it surged skyward and threw him  backward, unconscious and tumbling away from the battle.  Daankop awoke hours later surrounded by his fellow Fists. They had won the battle but they were not celebrating as normal.  Instead a group of Morboys were huddled around him starring in awe. As he looked down at his hands the reason for their fascination became apparent, a soft blue fire was emanating from the blue warpaint on his fists, wrapping him in a pale blue haze.  Unsure what was happening Daankop stood there just as transfixed as the crowd grew around him.  The stunned silence was broken by the approach of the the Prophet, Kurkuk.  Waving his staff at Daankop, the Prophet screamed, “Dat one as been spoilt by da magik of da sky, git him.’ The assembled Fists hesitated.  They had all heard tales of the past power of the clan that fell from the sky and they now looked puzzling from Daankop to the blue warpaint that covered their own bodies. Seeing their confusion and overcome by a burning fire inside him Daankop reached forth his hand and let out a great scream. From his hand a stream of blue flame surged forth enveloping Kurkuk.  In a matter of seconds Kurkuk was reduced to a pile of ash and the Orruks of Da Big Blue Fist clan were kneeling at Daankop’s feet.  They had accepted their new Prophet.  In the days that followed Daankop has led the Fists on successful hunt after successful hunt, nothing able to stand against the power of his blue flame and the fervor it inspires in the Fists.  In his dreams Daankop sees a vision of himself bathed in blue fire leading the Fists in a great battle against a massive army full of strange and grotesque monsters. Daankop can feel the fire inside him leading him toward this battle and he pushes the Fists ever forward, hunting this prophetic scene.                     DaanKop’s lead Wardokk is Furkup. An Orruk of unusual intelligence, Furkup had always been fascinated by the tales of the Fists' past glory.  This obsession led him down the path of the Wardokk and made him one of Daankop’s first and fiercest followers.  For his fervent devotion Daankop rewarded him with a warmask touched with Daan’s blue flame, capable of unleashing the blue fire from its carved eyes.  Here are my finished Prophet, his Bale Wind Vortex and my Wardokk.  Hope you guys enjoy the fluff, will get some battle reports up soon.  
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Da Big Blue Fist: Introduction

Long ago in the Age of Wonder the Bonespitterz that would become Da Big Blue Fist were just one clan among many that roamed the jungles of the Plane of Beasts in search of their monstrous prey.  This all changed when a great blue star fell from the Heavens and crashed into the jungle. The prophet of the clan saw the star fall and thought it might be either a sign from the gods or a great celestial beast to slay and led his Bonesplitterz to the site where the star touched down.  They arrived at a huge crater with a warhammer at its center, engulfed in magical blue flame.  Fearful at first, the prophet eventually leap into the crater and claimed the hammer in his hands.  When he did the magical flame washed over him filling him with a rush of magical energy and changing his hands to a deep azure blue.  On the spot the prophet rechristened the clan, Da Big Blue Fist.  The Fists began a rampage across the jungles of Ghur using the power of the hammer to defeat all who crossed their paths. However, as time passed the hammer began to exert a strange influence over the Bonesplitterz of the clan.  Gradually the boyz began to loss the the call of Gorkamorka in their hearts.  They slowly lost the driving need to chase their prey and test their worth against the beasts of Ghur.  At the same time the intellectual curiosity of the boyz grew by leaps and bounds. No longer did they grunt at each other with crude rudiments of speech.  Words came easily into their minds and soon the clan was filled with the constant chatter of intellectual discourse. This continued until one day the prophet stopped the roaming of the clan deep in the jungle and declared that Da Big Blue Fists were home.  There in the deep jungle they built a magnificent city out of stone cut from the nearby hills and enshrined the magical hammer in temple in the heart of that city. As time progressed the Fists gave up their warlike ways and turned to intellectual pursuits.  They made stone sculptures of exquisite beauty and learned to study the movements of the stars in search of the origins of the hammer that had so impacted their lives. They learned to cultivate the land around their city and create aqueducts to bring water from nearby lakes.  In less than a decade they had seemingly created a complex society from nothing. So they existed for centuries hidden in the depths of the jungle left to their contemplation of the universe and themselves.  Then almost 500 hundred years after they had found the mysterious hammer from the heavens, fate intervened again in the lives of the Fists.  Gorkamorka finally noticed the the fate of his wayward Bonesplitterz.  Looking down on the society they had created he screamed in rage.  Reaching forth his foot he brought it down upon the city of the Fists in a rain of destruction.  Their buildings were laid low.  Their fields were turned over.  What was left of the clan was scattered into the jungle.  Their sacred hammer itself was shattered in a storm of blue fire.  In the years that followed the Fists returned to their old savage ways.  They rededicated themselves to the hunt and the cunning and brutal ways of Gorkamorka.  However, they never completely forgot their past.  The prophets kept stories alive of the blue magic that fell from the sky and the power it brought.  So in an attempt to invoke that power the clan uses the blue blood of squigs to adorn themselves with blue tatoos, particularly their hands. Also, no matter their wanderings in search of prey they always return to the ruins of their great jungle city somehow unable to totally give up the memory of what they were.   This is the back story for my Bonesplitterz Clan.  It covers the major modeling decisions I made while putting the army together.  I went with blue war paint to compliment the green skin tone. With my basing I went with a ruined jungle city theme. I greenstuffed tiled floors and cut up various lizardmen bits to give it a lost world feel. With this blog I hope to chronicle my completion of their painting and the battles we shall get into.  Right now I currently have painted: Savages                                               x10                Arrowboyz                                       x30          Maniac Boarboyz                         x10 Big Stabbas                                       x8 Savage Big Boss                             x1 Maniac Weirdnob                        x1   I am currently working on the Prophet (along with his custom Balewind Vortex) and my Wardokk. I will throw some pics up of them as I finish them up.   Thanks for looking all, I hope you enjoy seeing a little bit of my hobby journey.   
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