A new way.

I keep trucking along. Using all the experience and skill I learned from my first build. My customer did not want lights (boo) but he did want the "box" to be accessible for future possible LED's (yeah) so I did my build with that in mind.  In the mean time I was asked to do some emergency surgery on a wounded Warhound.  I was happy to get him back in action.

I'm a Resin Carpenter!

I use more of my power tools building a Warlord then I do on my home repair or other projects. Thank you Black & Decker.

Splish splash

Splish splash my resin is taking a bath.  This go round I used lingerie bags to soak the smaller bits.

Shifting Sands

With the release of the Custodes I realized i had two to many metallic painted armies. I decided to give my Thousand Sons of the Silver Tower a repaint to the new "Sons of the Shifting Sands". A desert planet that's constantly shifting (very Tzeentch of me).  Think Tomb Kingish. Cities covered in the sands revealed everyday just to be buried, oceans flow and dry up.

This is a rough job, I need to figure you what color to paint the base rim, any recommendations? The base color is Zandri Dust.

Not all gross is green

 

A little commission work. Great model, very fun to build and paint.  I have a couple for myself.
Bravo GW, bravo.

Absence does not mean idle

Its been a hobby whirlwind recently. Just to get caught up my projects here is a preview of what I've been working on:

Carry a big stick

So for years I've used a yard stick and double sided sticky tap for priming.  A friend of mine uses Alligator clips and made me a believer. Picked up from the local Home Depot and some Gorilla Grip wood glue.  I have 20 clips spaced to allow for multiple clips to hold larger bases. So much easier then the tape.

Alive and Kicking

Been awhile since I posted but I'm still out here kicking tires.  I have a few projects in the pipeline that I will share when the time is right but for now I've jumped on the Death Guard bandwagon. To be fair I did have Death Guard around 5th edition I think so this is more of a rebirth.

I've taken a different stance on my Death Guard.  Not all disease is slime and sickness, sometimes it corrosion and rust. My Death Guard "Warband" is the "Rusted" and spread rust and corrosion where they go, turning all to dust.

I stuck with Typhus in the normal colors and decided my Morty and his bodyguard will be pre-hersey in color.

Here are a few I have done.

Weekend randomness.

Just getting a little caught up on some things from the past.

I was very honored to assist my local Warhammer store to kick off 8th by painting the demo table and terrain.  The minis were wonderfully done by a team of others.  This will make the fourth table I have done for the store.

I had also done both a City Fight table and "Mars" table that got used in combination for an Apoc game.

And in my spare time I was able to work on a test scheme for my Tzaangors

In the Jungle the Lion sleeps tonight

So for 8th edition and what I am calling "MEGA-MARINES" I have chosen to build up a reasonable sized force of Celestial Lions. I have always loved how this chapter stood up for what was right and how the =][= tried to do them in, and almost did.

Given the fluff of the Primaris Marines being used to rebuild lost Chapters I thought the Proud Pride of the Celestial Lions would grace the universe once again.

....NEVER FORGET

My entry to Fan Fiction

Grand Master Balthasar stood upon the highest vantage point of the Chamber Polaris fortress-crypt, observing the activity before him.  The skies above were alive with activity. Troop carriers, Titan transporters, and various supply vessels showing the marks of every major Forge World: Mars, Metallica, Ryaza, and many more. On the massive plane before the fortress, war machines and God-engines of all types were being prepped and then filtered into the Fortress, accompanied by legions of support troops and combat ready forces; all in the black-green of Ordo Sinister.

How quickly things were changing. It was only several days ago that Grand Master Balthasar was summoned to the war room of the newly appointed Lord Commander of the Imperium; Roboute Guilliman. The room was a center of activity with holo-screens covering the walls showing the troop disposition of humanity’s forces and estimated enemy forces for all known human space. Commanders of all types came and went; members of the Inquisition, the Navigator Houses, Priest of Mars. Every Imperial aspect was represented there, and everyone gave Balthasar a wide berth.

From the center of the room a booming voice called his name.  The Lord Commander beckoned Balthasar forward.  Just as Grand master Balthasar was about to announce himself Guilliman interrupted him.

"Grand Master Balthasar, welcome, and thank you for answering my request so quickly."

Balthasar found himself impressed with Roboute right away, while a giant in stature, he spoke with a statesman’s tone.

 "Grand Master Balthasar, you are the Grand Master of the Ordeo Sinister chamber Polaris."

It was more of a statement and less of a question.

Balthasar nodded to affirm.

Roboute continued without missing a beat.

"I am well aware of the creation and purpose of your Order. I am also aware of the "Oblation" set forth by the Emperor. It is not my intention to undo that Oblation, for even I have limits, but hard times require creative interpretation.  I see your Order is most often called upon when dealing with Xenos and has caused your chamber a higher than typical loss and damage to your sacred Nightmare Titans,” Guilliman stated. 

The Lord Commander continued, “I propose a solution. The Oblation says your chamber will maintain five Nightmare Titans, and no more. Nothing was ever stated about your force levels of non-enhanced God-machines.  It is for this reason that I have ordered all Titan producing Forge Worlds to produce for you a full complement of non-modified battle Titans of all classes, as well as supporting units and combat units. These Titans will be in Ordo Sinister colors and fly Ordo Sinister banners."

The Grand Master was about to protest but Roboute didn't give him a chance.

"Humanity is being assaulted on all sides and all loyal forces of the Emperor will be needed. Your Nightmare Titans are critical to the success of what is coming. You must both use them and protect them.  Humanity is going to take the war to our enemies."

And with that Roboute turned and walked away, leaving no room for questions or conversations.

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Grand Master Balthasar stood on the vantage point until the very last God-machine strolled into the Crypt.  He had overnight gone from commanding five Titans to dozens, and thousands of troops. As the heavy blast door shut, a small smile cracked on Balthasar's face.

"War has definitely come." Balthasar whispered to himself.

 *** Thanks to Shadow Wolf for doing some editing, thank you sir. ***