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Behold how to bootleg a lord relictor detatch the hammer from one hand stick the backpack ontop of it and swap the head over, use a spare liberator hammer and stick some stuff on his shoulders. I used thin plastic stiffened with super glue for the ribbon cape

Continued from the previous entry Borne to the Battlefield Lightning struck all around Du'Gall's warband as Stormcast began to materialise. Du'Gall's did not have the numbers to face a full stormhost but it seemed that their arrival was as disorganised as his own. This however did not stop them from attacking his warriors. A gryph hound used its beak to tear the throat out of a blood reaver, who fell, spitting gore. Liberators and Du'Galls chaos warriors fought, hurling blows against each others shields. Du'Gall let his reaper blade split a Liberators helm. The demon within revelled in the slaughter. Worthy foes! A shame the hammer god will not allow their skulls to take their rightful place on Khorne's throne. Du'Gall tried to keep focus as the blood haze began to cloud his mind. The demon weapon allowed him to stand against almost any foe but was insatiable, always demanding more slaughter no matter the cost. Du'Gall did not allow the weapon to take control, asserting his will and surveying the small force of Stormcasts that had materialised amongst his forces. They were gold armoured, liberators for the most part, with shields of solid sigmarite and strong hammers that they wielded with skill and finesse. With the liberators were colourful gryph hounds, the beaked hounds were darting in to nip at his reavers and warriors. Du'Gall did not lament the loss of his reavers they were bogging down the stormcast with their berserk attacks while his black armoured chaos warriors gathered around him. The black armoured warriors of chaos, bear the favours of their gods, Occasionally these favours did far more harm than good A clear noble voice rang out from among the Stormcast. "Rally brothers! Come together while I serve as a beacon for the rest of the host!" The warrior wore gold plate and bore a warhammer, like his brethren, but his skull mask and bone filled banner set him apart as their leader. Du'Gall signalled to his chaos warriors. "Engage the liberators, keep them away from their priest while i take his skull," His warriors moved to obey, forming a short shield wall as they closed with the liberators who did the same and the two walls met, blows stifled by the reduced space and shields. Du'Gall edged past the entwined shield walls, straight towards the Lord Relictor. "Oh Sigmar!" The skull masked stormcast cried "Let your lighting cleanse this filth!" He raised his reliquary, lighting flaring around it as he gathered his power. Du'Gall spat at the obvious display of magic and charged. He rammed his shoulder into the Stormcast disrupting his preparations and the lighting fizzled out. The stormcast swung with his hammer and caught Du'Gall in the side. The plate buckled and the Chaos Lord felt his side bruise instantly. Du'Gall backed away and circled trusting to the greater reach of his reaper blade and he finally let the blade free. No more strategy was required only combat. The demon blade keened in his hand carving through the air, as he threw a series of rapid thrusts at the lord relictor. The relictor took them on his armour, bulling in and roaring as he swung his hammer high bringing it down in an overhand blow. Du'Gall dropped the reaper blade and stepped into the swing of the hammer, blunting its force as lighting crackled from its head. With one hand he gripped the handle of the hammer, the holy weapon fizzing and crackling in protest as with the other he drew his trusty sword, and hacked into the back of the relictors knee. The sword blade bit through the chainmail and cleaved tendons and the relictors leg buckled as he grunted in pain. Du'Gall rammed the guard into the relictor's chin before swinging it around and back hard into the relictor's skull mask. The sigmarite mask was torn away and the unnaturally square features of the the relictor were bloodied. Again the relictor tried to call upon the lightning of his patron god, but Du'Gall rammed the cross guard into his jaw and while the relictor spat teeth and reeled, Du'Gall picked up his discarded reaper blade. He lifted the point under the Stormcast's chin holding against the Demon blades desire to gut the Relictor there and then. "Why are you here? What does your god hope to find in this realm of death?" The relictor's response was to spit a gobbet of blood onto Du'Gall's cuirass. The chaos lord chuckled before thrusting the blade into the stormcast's neck and through his spine. As the relictor's head rolled free of his shoulders he dizzolved into blinding lightning and Du'Gall turned to assist his beleaguered Chaos Warriors. The stormcast would hold their tongues, it was only fair that he remove them from their heads. Du'Gall Lord of Chaos With the rest of the stormcast returned to Azyr and the Gryph hounds slain. Du'Gall gathered what he could find of his horde. "This realm of death holds the secret to the end of the path to glory. Others covet it and will seek to stop us. They will feel the might of those blessed by Khorne. We were strong enough to survive the age of chaos, not shut up in their realm with their coward god, but out amongst the slaughter and death. We shall be rewarded and none shall stop me from claiming what I seek," If his men knew what he meant by and end to the path many would have tried to slay him there and then, but as things were they cheered and set out, searching for any other members of the warband, lost in the realm of death Next time.. The dead deal with intruders

Also with some time and patience i reckon you can turn one of the easy to build retributors into a lord relictor, i will report back with progress/ failure

Just in case you're having trouble starting cheaply i've got some ideas for basic starter warbands that you can muck around with whateveres in your bit box to make better i've organised them by grand alliance and priced them in aud because that's where i'm from, but these are relatively cheap. Death: Necromancer/tomb banshee/Wightking with tomb blade $22 aud 5 skeleton warriors (skellies have nice wide poses so they're easy to convert) $14 Destruction: Grot Shaman/Warboss $17 or Savage Orruk Boss/ Wardokk $22 4 Orcs $14 (Look pretty easy to convert) Chaos Sorcerer Lord/Lord of Plagues $22 or Chaos Lord/ Magister $25 3 Chaos Warriors $14 (Tight pose, hard to do major conversions but weapon/head swaps shouldn't be too hard) Order 3 Liberators $28 and a left handed terminator power sword from a friend/bits box Using mad skills you can swap the hand the liberator prime handles his shield in and make him into a knight questor as long as you have a power sword and a space marine left hand floating around.

If that's too open for you, use the skirmish rules. A leader and 2 models adding up to around 25 renown should be a good start for a mighty warband.

Can you talk me through what bits you've used here? Is that saint celestines body or one of the other SOB'S that come in that set?

Retributors of the knights of ghur

Yup

My scholars of khorne, finding mighty heros, recording their deeds and claiming their skulls and my wolf tribe marauders.

Lord of the undead barrows and his big stick covered in dead guys

Knight questor Albrand and his wild knights of Ghur.

Wolf brother marauder and a knight questor. Bits from dark angels veterans and space wolves

I've got a bunch of space wolves and chaos space marine bits which I'm going to use to convert some blood reavers into wolf themed marauders to go with doug and his warband

So I'm in super late, behold Du'Gall and his warband.

Du'Gall felt oddly naked. His hard bought passage from the realm of fire to Shyish seemed to have come at a slightly greater cost than anticipated, His normally gaudy armour was reduced to a dull and uninteresting grey . Still he held his trusty sword, by his side since long before the Axe-Father had deigned to notice him, and his second more impressive weapon. The polearm, even if it were a mundane weapon, would have been impressive. The handle was as tall as Du'Gall himself and atop it sat a blade as long as a normal shortsword and significantly wider. The weapon however was not mundane, the deference and reluctance that the Chaos Lord held it, suggested its true nature. I sense foes and Death here. A feast for Khorne. The voice echoed in Du'gall's head and his vision began to tighten and redden as it spoke, kindling his fury. He breathed deeply, controlling the rage brought on by the whisperings, no whispering was not the word. While to the outside world the voice was nothing but silence, inside Du'Gall's mind the voice of the demon trapped within the reaper blade roared, screamed begging to be unleashed on anyone near and to slake its perpetual thirst for carnage and blood. Had it been wielded by a weaker man perhaps the blade's perpetual demands for slaughter would have been accepted and indulged, but Du'Gall had defeated the very demon trapped within the blade in combat before and would not succumb to the bloodlust it brought about. Du'Gall realised he was not alone. Bulky warriors, wearing nothing but a few scraps of chain and fur bearing cleavers in their hands were approaching him. They were wary, some approaching with deference and one with obvious malice. The blood reaver swung his axe at Du'Gall's uncovered head roaring his intentions. "Now I, Glun, will be favoured by Khorne!" Du'Gall sighed as he shifted allowing the axe to skid off his plated shoulder. He threw a contemptuously casual jab with his left palm into Glun's sternum. Bone and cartilage shattered and Glun crumpled gurgling blood. Du'Gall looked to the other blood reavers, raising his eyebrow. They lowered their axes eyeing the corpse of their erstwhile comrade hungrily. As they began to carve Glun's body up arguing over who would get which cuts of meat, Du'Gall looked to see if any of his more trustworthy companions had survived the journey between the realms. Du'Gall's Blood Reavers were butchers before finding Khorne. As such, they take the dark feast seriously. A few of Du'Gall's steadfast warriors in black plate with their horned helms were visible retching or stumbling as they came to terms with the disorientation of their celestial travel. Du'Gall noticed a couple of them were looking with barely disguised hunger towards the bloodied mess that the blood reavers were making of Glun's body. Khorne's influence over them was becoming stronger. Some of the warriors however did not bother disguising their hunger, shouldering the Blood Reavers out of the way in order to claim some of the flesh themselves. These warriors were larger than the others, their plate stained red and they had eschewed shields in order to allow themselves to move more freely and slaughter more. Du'Gall did not trust these blood warriors, he could not deny their efficacy as fighting men, however he found them unreliable. They took Khorne's gifts freely without thoughts for the future and the Khorne's path was the ruin of many a man who had claimed too much too quickly. Du'Gall's musings on his patron deity were cut short by a crack of thunder. He sniffed the air, catching the scent of sorcery and power. His reaper blade began to almost burn in his hand as it sensed the magic building in the air. Thunder boomed again as a bolt of lighting shot down leaving a figure in gleaming plate standing in a smouldering patch of grass. Next Time... A clash with the stormcast