Tuesday, June 19, 2018


Blightking number 2. This one will probably be the leader of the unit. The skin color on this one was what I had originally planned for the unit, but it turned out too dark for the other models. I left it on this one because it fit with his mutation.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Tocsin bearer

After painting my Mamon it pushed me back over the edge to working on a Nurgle army again. I have several models that I can use already from the old Realm of Chaos range and some third party companies. So I went out and bought a box of Blightkings to add some beef to the army. These have to be my favorite models from the current range, even thought they came out a few years ago. I painted them as a group so most of them are pretty far along, but I wanted to finish one before I completed the others to get a feel for how I wanted them to look.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Mamon, daemon prince of Nurgle

When I traded to get this model it was already painted. The paint job wasn't too bad, it just wasn't that good. It has been a while since I have painted a Nurgle model and this one was pretty easy and fun to do so I primed him up and went to town. I wish all models were this easy to do.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Himeros the Salacious

Himeros was once Hagnon, a sergeant of the Emperor's Children Legion during the opening battles of the Horus Heresy. Hagnon was as much a statesman as he was a warrior and was known for his inspirational speeches on the eve of battles. As Hagnon fell to the worship of Slaanesh with the rest of his legion his gift for inspiration saw him elevated through the ranks to captain. The men under him began worshipping him with the same zeal previously held for Fulgrim alone and he was renamed Himeros the Salacious. After the fall of Hours at the Siege of Terra Fulgrim banished Himeros because he had grown jealous and distrustful of the devotion his men showed him. The legionnaires under Himeros risked Fulgrim's anger by fleeing with their master into the Eye of Terror. There they quickly established a base on one of Slaanesh's many pleasure planets and immediately began raiding the Imperium for slaves and plunder.

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Our Lady of Depravity

I decided to take a small break from Death to paint some Slaanesh models for a distant army project. I love this sculpted and had to get it to use as a Keeper of Secrets since I find all but the original sculpts of the Keeper of Secrets to be terrible. I have high hopes for the new one coming out. I may relegate her to a Daemon Prince once it comes out depending on how much I like the new Keeper of Secrets. Until then I think she will do nicely. Hope you like her as much as I do.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Lord Khepri and the Order of the Coptic Stag 2

The frozen ground crunched under the marching feet of the skeleton warriors as they formed a defensive perimeter around Catherine and the tomb. The witchfire burning in her eyes silhouetted her skull in purple as she commanded her minions to dig. At Catherine's word several of the skeletons began to claw at the frozen dirt of the tomb. Catherine could see the hulking form of the Stonehorn crashing through the forest towards her. At her necromantic command the skeletons who were not digging formed up to receive the charge of the Stonehorn. As Catherine began to chant spectral hands materialized from the fog in the path of the Stonehorn, clawing at the beast's mammoth feet, sapping its strength and causing it to slow its mighty charge.

She could feel Marek's presence through the trees to her right. She knew she would feel no loss at his death and that if he did not ascend soon she would have no use for him and end his life herself. For now he had Lord Khepri's favor, but it would not last for long if he could not deliver results. Several times she had foiled his progress, yet he suspected nothing. His desire for her would be his great undoing and she would be the one to deliver the deathblow, whether by her own hand or by engineering his many failures.

She brought her mind back to the battle at hand and bent her will to stopping the stampeding Stonehorn. The spectres in the mist had drained much of the creature's strength, but still it lumbered on. When it finally reached the skeletons much of its charge had been spent, but it was a formidable beast none the less and it shattered the bones of several warriors with each swing of its massive horns. Catherine summoned her necromantic power and called the dead from the ground. Unfortunately the ground had become frozen from the power of the Beastclaw ogors. Far fewer warriors rose from the ground than she had anticipated, but she had to use what was at hand and hope it was enough to bring down the great beast. She was glad none of the other creatures had been sent to reinforce the Huskard and his mount. The swords of the warriors were taking their toll on the creature and she was raising enough of them that she would soon turn the tide of battle in her favor. She was certain that she could excavate the tomb as well as add the Stonehorn to her collection of servants.

Then Catherine sensed another presence in the shrouding fog. This one much more dangerous than the one before her. If she were still living she would feel disgust at the voracious appetite of this new presence. The Butcher sent a deadly bolt of hungering darkness at her, but she deflected it into her skeletal minions and several of them crumbled to dust and blew away in a ghostly wind. Another bolt was hurtled at her and this she dispelled with a wave of her skeletal hand. This magic user would need to be dealt with quickly. With a quick incantation and a violent gesture she crafted a deadly spell of her own for this new rival. She could hear the ogor's howls of pain as spectral servants tore her soul from her body and carried it screaming to Catherine's outstretched hand. Reinvigorated by the soul of the Butcher she poured her power into raising more skeletons and the power was enough for them to break free of the icy earth. With the last of his strength bleeding from him through hundreds of wounds the stonehorn finally topple to the ground, crushing his Huskard master beneath his massive bulk. Catherine relished the screams of his soul as she slowly consumed it. She imagined how much sweeter it would be when it was Marek's turn.

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Lord Khepri and the Order of the Coptic Stag 1

The night was absolute. No stars in the sky filtered through the creaking forest canopy and the skeletal moon was hidden behind the horizon, though better the darkness than the horrors the cadaverous moon's light would reveal. There were no sounds of nature as in the forests of the Realm of Ghyran. No insects chirped or buzzed and no night birds called. The only sounds in the woods of Shyish were the howling of the wind and the creaking of branches. The horrors these sounds revealed were hidden from the sight of mortals who traveled the realm by the darkness of the night.

Lord Baltazar Khepri gazed unto the night with no mortal eyes. It had been many ages since he had been flesh and blood. Many centuries since his heart beat in his chest and blood flowed through his veins. He would occasionally get glimpses of memories from that time, but before he could tease out the meaning of these fleeting images they would be gone and he would soon forget they had occurred at all. These things meant little to him for they were not of the present and had no relation to his current purpose. The Grand Master of the Order of the Coptic Stag had been given purpose by his dark master Arkhan the Black, Right Hand of Nagash, Lord of All.

Baltazar sat atop his rotting stag Helhest, a gift from his master Arkhan. The two were as unmoving as a corpse. The only signs of his deathly reanimation were the two burning pinpricks within the hollows of his eye sockets. Near him, with the animated agitation of the still living, stood Marek.

"I don't understand what we are doing wandering around this blasted forest in the dark of night," proclaimed Marek. He and Baltazar had spent the better part of the night searching the dark woods and Marek's patients was wearing thin.

"Silence," Baltazar's voice echoed from the creaking trees as if spoken from the corpses of hanged men raised unwillingly from the grave. "All we require will be found in time," stated Baltazar in his corpse dry voice. "We seek the barrow place of Khoric of Maelthonia. And in it Khoric and his cursed followers."

"Yes, I am aware of whom we seek and why, but what good does it do us doing so in this dark night?" Marek replied in a less demanding tone.

"We are here because we are not the only ones who seek the tomb," Baltazar reminded the necromancer. Just as Baltazar spoke the words a mighty crash sounded through the forest, temporarily drowning out the howl of the wind. Marek jumped at the sound, but Baltazar merely turned in the direction it came from.

The necromancer's hands began to glow with amethyst power as he unleashed his spells of summoning. As in most locations within the realm of Shyish the land was ripe with corpses waiting to be summoned by those with the knowledge to do so. At the necromancer's beckoning the dead began to rise from their graves. The tomb of Khoric must be close in deed Marek thought, for the dead who rose were the guardians of the tomb of a king and no common warriors. Still Marek could feel the presence of more dead warriors beneath his feet simply awaiting his call to arms.

As the grave guardians rose from the ground the air filled with the sound of flapping wings and the shrill cries of hundreds of bats. From deeper in the woods appeared Marek's companion, Catherine.

Catherine had once been a student of Marek's, but in time she surpassed him in the necromantic arts and now had traveled beyond death to become a liche. Marek was envious of her power and was still frantically searching for a means to live on beyond death in a grander form than a walking corpse. As yet he had found no means to prevent the inevitable.

Catherine's eyes glowed with purple fire as she directed the swarms of bats overhead. "The beastherds move against us," her hollow voice echoed out from beyond the grave.

Beyond Catherine came the thunderous sounds of hooves as Baltazar's knights arrived and the continued howling of the wind announced the arrival of those in the Order who's form had become so saturated with death magic that they existed in an incorporeal state beyond the physical world.

The wraiths split off and traveled deeper into the forest at Baltazar's unspoken command, where he knew Oleksiy was waiting to lead them. Baltazar knew that the vampire lord only served under him because his master Baron Thaddius Finch commanded it. Baltazar didn't care why as long as he served.

Catherine traveled in the same direction in case Oleksiy had need of her power while Marek stayed behind to serve Baltazar in the same capacity. He knew once the full might of the dead rose he would be needed to help maintain them during the coming battle...