Mikey Purp posted:

Schadenboner posted:

How did you get this green?

BrownieMinusEye posted:

Pure radium

Schadenboner posted:

How did you get this green?

Schadenboner posted:

Sabin A. Von Sochocky is alive and posting on SA?

Beer4TheBeerGod posted:

Ravenous Flect, two-thousandth-six-hundredth-and-eighty-ninth executioner of the Flying Gore Eversor Temple, hung motionless aloft suspensor fields as hell itself raged mere centimeters away. The ablative shielding of the drop pod was all that protected him from the raging inferno of the atmosphere outside, the dense clouds of the planet Vigilus fighting the insertion of his pod like a raging daemon. For an indeterminate period of time the assassin had been placed into a deep fugue, cryo-chems coursing through his body and rendering him in stasis for an indeterminate period of time. Ravenous had been unaware of the passage of time since his last insertion. He never had been, nor ever would be. For an Eversor only knows slaughter; only war.

Information began to flow into Ravenous's consciousness. Environment. Threats. Heresies and abominations that justified extermination. Details that other assassins might have cherished, such as location (Megaborealis) or the name of the target that was destined to be purged (Cult of the Pauper Prince), were not even provided. They were superfluous data, as useful to an Eversor as the writing on a piece of script is relevant to a raging inferno. What mattered was what Ravenous was tasked to kill. Heretics corrupted by the influences of the alien. Mutant hybrids that had been born merging the perfect flesh of man with the monstrous from of the alien. Leader castes characterized by unusual cranial geometry. And of highest priority were any xenos themselves, unconfirmed but characterized by features found elsewhere. Each target was accompanied by a list of threats, hazards, and potential avenues of defeat. Each piece of data was seared into the assassin's consciousness by a volatile cocktail of stimulants and chems. In a normal man these chems would be instantly fatal. In an Eversor they made him a weapon of pure rage.

Fully awake, Ravenous felt all of his senses expand to levels far beyond the realms of unaugmented humans. His nose detected the sickly-sweet aroma of the sacred unguents lubricating the mechanisms that guided him to his target. His skin felt the subtle variations of pressure in the suspensor fields holding him still. His mouth reported a bitter, metallic taste that was a side effect of the chemicals coursing through his body; should things taste sour he knew the chemicals were imbalanced to such an extent that the consequences would be incendiary. His ears heard the auto-hymnal reciting the Rite of Extermination, filling his mind with a drive to slaughter those before him. And his eyes saw a counter that counted down at an agonizingly slow rate. As with every awakening, Ravenous once again wondered if the dilation of time was an unintended side effect of his treatment or just another means of making him even angrier.

The timer hit 0 and the world exploded.

The pod reached its destination and exploded through the roof of a subterranean cathedral. Rafters caked with dust crashed down on the congregation, their bodies crushed before being incinerated with the holy fire of the pod's arresting thrusters. The thrusters were fueled by promethium specially blessed and prepared to turn the surroundings into a funeral pyre for the Emperor's enemies. Explosive bolts split the pod apart while the suspensors violently ejected Ravenous in the direction of the highest priority threat, in this case a xenos identified as a Patriarch. The Eversor shifted his Executioner pistol in the direction of the Patriarch and began firing, his fingers sending a wave of explosive bolts followed by several hypotoxin-laced needle rounds. In spite of his heightened chemical state Ravenous was surprised to see another threat, identified as a Primus, leap in front of the projectiles with reflexes that rivaled his own. His surprise was mollified by the time the Primus was ripped apart in slow motion; each bolt embedding itself in the heretic's flesh for several satisfying moments before detonating from within. The needle rounds passed through the openings of the bolt weapon and embedded themselves in the Patriarch. The violently toxic chemicals began their holy work, purging the flesh of the xenos. Ravenous sailed past the Patriarch while lashing out with his power sword, resulting in a clean cut that severed an entire arm but not the head he was aiming for.

The chamber erupted into bedlam as Ravenous rebounded off the heretical statue behind the Patriarch and launched himself back at his target. Those cultists who had survived his arrival swarmed to protect their inner circle, surrounding the Magus and wounded Patriarch with their own bodies. Their attempts were in vain, their unarmored forms falling as hypotoxin rounds and bolter shells respectively melted or detonated heretic skulls. Several more evaporated into a cloud of vaporized organic material as they mindlessly fell upon the melta bomb that Ravenous left at their feet. His pistol empty, the Eversor chose to holster the weapon and fight in melee rather than waste the time in reloading. He descended into the crowd, neuro-gauntlet and power sword shredding all who came before him. The cathedral became a charnal house as the assassin ruthlessly converted the supply of cultists into a mass of corpses.

He saw his opening and surged forward, every one of his senses focused on the wounded Patriarch who was still reeling from the toxin and severed limb. His movements needed to be perfect, every dodge and sidestep flawless if he was to work his way towards the primary threat. His focus was such that he failed to identify the shape of something terrible rise from the shadows behind him. It was huge, far bigger than a Purestrain specimen, and it was unharmed. Claws reached out with a speed that was far beyond what one would expect from something so massive and grabbed the Eversor by the head. Talons crushed the skull-formed helmet Ravenous was wearing, disrupting the delicate balance of chemicals coursing through the assassin's body.

As the second Patriarch ripped the Eversor's head from his body, Ravenous tasted only blood.

Beer4TheBeerGod posted:

Ravenous Flect, two-thousandth-six-hundredth-and-eighty-ninth executioner of the Flying Gore Eversor Temple, hung motionless aloft suspensor fields as hell itself raged mere centimeters away. The ablative shielding of the drop pod was all that protected him from the raging inferno of the atmosphere outside, the dense clouds of the planet Vigilus fighting the insertion of his pod like a raging daemon. For an indeterminate period of time the assassin had been placed into a deep fugue, cryo-chems coursing through his body and rendering him in stasis for an indeterminate period of time. Ravenous had been unaware of the passage of time since his last insertion. He never had been, nor ever would be. For an Eversor only knows slaughter; only war.

Information began to flow into Ravenous's consciousness. Environment. Threats. Heresies and abominations that justified extermination. Details that other assassins might have cherished, such as location (Megaborealis) or the name of the target that was destined to be purged (Cult of the Pauper Prince), were not even provided. They were superfluous data, as useful to an Eversor as the writing on a piece of script is relevant to a raging inferno. What mattered was what Ravenous was tasked to kill. Heretics corrupted by the influences of the alien. Mutant hybrids that had been born merging the perfect flesh of man with the monstrous from of the alien. Leader castes characterized by unusual cranial geometry. And of highest priority were any xenos themselves, unconfirmed but characterized by features found elsewhere. Each target was accompanied by a list of threats, hazards, and potential avenues of defeat. Each piece of data was seared into the assassin's consciousness by a volatile cocktail of stimulants and chems. In a normal man these chems would be instantly fatal. In an Eversor they made him a weapon of pure rage.

Fully awake, Ravenous felt all of his senses expand to levels far beyond the realms of unaugmented humans. His nose detected the sickly-sweet aroma of the sacred unguents lubricating the mechanisms that guided him to his target. His skin felt the subtle variations of pressure in the suspensor fields holding him still. His mouth reported a bitter, metallic taste that was a side effect of the chemicals coursing through his body; should things taste sour he knew the chemicals were imbalanced to such an extent that the consequences would be incendiary. His ears heard the auto-hymnal reciting the Rite of Extermination, filling his mind with a drive to slaughter those before him. And his eyes saw a counter that counted down at an agonizingly slow rate. As with every awakening, Ravenous once again wondered if the dilation of time was an unintended side effect of his treatment or just another means of making him even angrier.

The timer hit 0 and the world exploded.

The pod reached its destination and exploded through the roof of a subterranean cathedral. Rafters caked with dust crashed down on the congregation, their bodies crushed before being incinerated with the holy fire of the pod's arresting thrusters. The thrusters were fueled by promethium specially blessed and prepared to turn the surroundings into a funeral pyre for the Emperor's enemies. Explosive bolts split the pod apart while the suspensors violently ejected Ravenous in the direction of the highest priority threat, in this case a xenos identified as a Patriarch. The Eversor shifted his Executioner pistol in the direction of the Patriarch and began firing, his fingers sending a wave of explosive bolts followed by several hypotoxin-laced needle rounds. In spite of his heightened chemical state Ravenous was surprised to see another threat, identified as a Primus, leap in front of the projectiles with reflexes that rivaled his own. His surprise was mollified by the time the Primus was ripped apart in slow motion; each bolt embedding itself in the heretic's flesh for several satisfying moments before detonating from within. The needle rounds passed through the openings of the bolt weapon and embedded themselves in the Patriarch. The violently toxic chemicals began their holy work, purging the flesh of the xenos. Ravenous sailed past the Patriarch while lashing out with his power sword, resulting in a clean cut that severed an entire arm but not the head he was aiming for.

The chamber erupted into bedlam as Ravenous rebounded off the heretical statue behind the Patriarch and launched himself back at his target. Those cultists who had survived his arrival swarmed to protect their inner circle, surrounding the Magus and wounded Patriarch with their own bodies. Their attempts were in vain, their unarmored forms falling as hypotoxin rounds and bolter shells respectively melted or detonated heretic skulls. Several more evaporated into a cloud of vaporized organic material as they mindlessly fell upon the melta bomb that Ravenous left at their feet. His pistol empty, the Eversor chose to holster the weapon and fight in melee rather than waste the time in reloading. He descended into the crowd, neuro-gauntlet and power sword shredding all who came before him. The cathedral became a charnal house as the assassin ruthlessly converted the supply of cultists into a mass of corpses.

He saw his opening and surged forward, every one of his senses focused on the wounded Patriarch who was still reeling from the toxin and severed limb. His movements needed to be perfect, every dodge and sidestep flawless if he was to work his way towards the primary threat. His focus was such that he failed to identify the shape of something terrible rise from the shadows behind him. It was huge, far bigger than a Purestrain specimen, and it was unharmed. Claws reached out with a speed that was far beyond what one would expect from something so massive and grabbed the Eversor by the head. Talons crushed the skull-formed helmet Ravenous was wearing, disrupting the delicate balance of chemicals coursing through the assassin's body.

As the second Patriarch ripped the Eversor's head from his body, Ravenous tasted only blood.

Beer4TheBeerGod posted:

As the second Patriarch ripped the Eversor's head from his body, Ravenous tasted only blood.

Mikey Purp posted:

Finally found the time to finish up some models over Thanksgiving break.

Librarian Dreadnought:





Death Company with the chainsword bayonet conversion:

OhDearGodNo posted:

Spent the long weekend working on terrain that I had been putting off for a long time.

Laying some pipe, here’s a few of them. I have a magnet at the end of each, so that I can stick them together without it constantly getting knocked out of alignment.



Also put together the terrain from KT. All are based because I want to clearly define what’s ruins. The base is a commercial tile (like the kind in schools) with Vallejo Ground Texture which is awesome stuff.

goodness posted:

Printed something normal sized

Cainer posted:

drat that looks nice, are you making a whole army of Custodes?

MonsterEnvy posted:

Thats Alpharus.

Lovely Joe Stalin posted:

I also was at hamland today. I played the world's slowest, but fun, 2v1 game of 40k (my friends and I are bad), and bought a Reaver & Warhounds for Titanicus just to get into the raffle for a tour of the design studio. Then marvelled that someone managed to poo poo on the seat in the gents. Presumably he sat too far back and, as they say in snooker, hit it off the cushion into the balls.

In conclusion, a land of contrasts.

raverrn posted:

You sure?

queef anxiety posted:

yeah thats def alpharius.

glitchkrieg posted:

But it's got a spear

Thanqol posted:

Discount Genestealodian Guard "jetbike captain"

queef anxiety posted:

is this a thread meme i don't know about

Beer4TheBeerGod posted:

So Watch Masters are undersized Custodes?

Technowolf posted:

Today's Rumour Engine

Mef989 posted:

I mean, it's definitely chaos something, and those look almost like candles on a podium?

Maneck posted:

Consistent with emperor's children. Also GW has recently shown a new noise marine. And new Slannesh daemon models are coming out.

richyp posted:

Would've though EC would have a Slaanesh logo rather than Chaos Undivided, I'm going to assume its either a chaos sorcerer for 40k or a Slaves to Darkness chaos something for AoS.

Fake James posted:

Can a Custodes become corrupted? Or are they so attuned to the Emperor that it would be basically impossible? Friend of mine wanted to make a count-as daemon prince that would just be a fallen Custodes.

MonsterEnvy posted:

Thats Alpharus.