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  2. Farmer's Undead

    Some progress on the other two spirit hosts: The victims are all done with glow in their chests like before, and the spirits are ready for the blue layering - a time consuming process but worth it in the end. I've also been assembling the wraiths and have decided to make the Hellwraith stand out a bit more by elevating his mount a bit: Not very clear from the angle I took the shot but he stands out amongst the others quite well. @Sharkbelly Cheers mate, more coming soon
  3. Braggoth's Beast Hammer progress 2

    Thanks! Yep, the chaintrap is my favourite as well.
  4. Braggoth's Beast Hammer progress 2

    Love them. Great job.
  5. Braggoth's Beast Hammer progress 2

    I simply love the chain trap guy! So dynamic!
  6. Braggoth's Beast Hammer progress 2

    While the forum was down I managed to get converted mournfangs painted. I like the outcome, the poses are quite natural. I usually don't like banner bearer models, so I made my own that is much cooler than the "official" one. I started with gore gruntas, but it's summer and there has been a very long pause. So I have only one painted. I wanted to make him brown skinned like my bonesplitterz, but the is would have been just one big brown model. I am not entirely happy with the colour scheme, but I really can't think of anything better. Especially because I want to keep its metal parts "metal", not painted. Also, I haven't had time to play with Braggoth's battalion, I hope to do it before GHB 2: in case there are too many changes in points that makes this battalion impossible to play in 2000 point game.
  7. Start Collecting: Beastclaw Raiders

    The set is great for Raiders. Interesting that they are committing to a Slaanesh box with current state of the fluff...perhaps he/she is not quite dead just yet!
  8. Farmer's Undead

    That looks amazing!
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  10. Start Collecting: Beastclaw Raiders

    Sometimes I hear voices... It's up for pre-order now: Looks like Fyreslayers and Daemons of Slaanesh sets too.
  11. Wall Relief Plates of Ancient Times Released

    Wall Relief Plates of Ancient Times: Four Reliefs and Triumph & Thralldom (sold separately) Four Reliefs Triumph & Thralldom These two different terrain decorations are out now! Order your wall reliefs here. Also on Warseer. Triumph & Thralldom, and Four Reliefs respectively, are two separate 28mm resin kits of 1 plate with wall reliefs. Both variants are upon release priced at £8 / €9 + plus postage, with bunch savings in place. Picture of miniatures (painted by me, Carcearion and Fuggit Khan respectively) are included for size comparison purposes only. The fine resin casting, by Zealot Miniatures, carries detail well, but the thinness of the plates made it necessary to drill holes through undetailed areas for mould support. These holes are easily filled in with modelling putty. It should be noted that these wall relief plates were very much sculpted with a ruler, but being an amateur I have not achieved perfectly straight lines. Customers might want to file and scrape away at the edges to make the plates fit whatever purposes they have in mind. Once cleaned, just glue these wall plates on to some block and adorn your terrain pieces! Size comparison: Four Reliefs Triumph & Thralldom Four Reliefs + Triumph & Thralldom (sold separately) __________________________________ Hunger gnawed in his gut, and his eyes were dry like desert sand, yet still Hamukk bore a smile on his hollow-cheeked face. He had done it! He had outsmarted the stunted masters with their log-thick arms and coiled beards. He had outran their stumped feet and cruel hands. He had hid, and he had sneaked. He had covered his tracks and kept one step ahead of their vicious lackeys all of the time. The jackals! The dogs! All outwitted. His long plight of labour and hardship was at long last over. Freedom would be his, and slavery but a rotten memory with which to scare his future grandchildren. Praise the gods! Hamukk, son of Bernu and Ishya, of the Human tribe Lakash, ran a calloused hand through his dirty, straight black hair. That hand had only three and a half fingers left. He shivered at the thought, yet smirked triumphantly at the certain knowledge that his captors would never set their brands and blades and tongs to him again. The thrill ran through him, blood rushing in his veins and feeding his hopes. And all thanks to a chance overhearing! That sun-scorched day would stay with him forever. That moment, when he stood chest-deep in the muddy river waters and harvested reeds with a burnt clay sickle, and the priestly acolytes walked past slothfully. Their conversation had for some reason raised his interest from the very start, and he had memorized every word of theirs. They had talked of a labyrinth, a place of darkness through which no man not chosen by the gods or anointed in blood by demons could pass. They had named the location, and it was not far off. Most importantly, they discussed rumours of long maze tunnels leading out to hostile tribal grounds with gates wide open and undefended. Thereupon the short, bulky acolytes had reaffirmed their faith in their foul gods by praising the deities for watching over the labyrinth. A labyrinth! He had trekked through mountain ravines all his life before being caught by the devious blockbeards from the lowlands, and he would take his chances with a mere handmade maze any day. The trick was to not walk in circles, he had decided. Hamukk had then and there determined that this was a sign from his people's gods, and had acted quickly, stealing provisions and torches in the night, running off into the windy wastelands, zigzagging through nigh-on lifeless terrain and walking in a long crescent toward the spot mentioned by the acolytes. It was indeed undefended, except for by some scorpions just inside the entrance. They had nearly been the end of him, but he had glimpsed them in the ruddy light and brought his flaming torch down upon the venomous critters, scaring off the scorpions and clearing the way. Fire truly was a stolen gift from the gods. It gave man power over beast, and man power over darkness. With his torches he had already made it through most of the maze, he was sure. There were costly relief carvings everywhere on the walls, painted in gaudy colours and covered with figures. The relief carvings seldom repeated and thus he had good reason to think that he had not gone in small circles more than thrice. In the light of his flame he could spot the accursed Dwarfs' conception of gods, goddesses, demons and myths. He spotted historical scenes of slavery, warfare and hardship, as well as great works undertaken, sorcery and above all atrocities. There was flaying and maiming and crushing, done by malevolent Dwarfs, usually against Humans and Goblins. They did indeed like to brag about their cruelties, didn't they? But those scenes no longer concerned him. He was no longer part of their malice and torture. His trusty torches would carry him through, like a beacon of the gods. Yet there was only one torch left now, and still there was no end in sight of the maze... The cocky smile vanished. Hamukk swallowed, and moved faster, more rashly than before. He stopped memorizing relief scenes for the sake of speed. The exit must be here somewhere! As the flames burned out their oily fuel, he ripped off his bandages, his headband, his loincloth and even loose hair to feed the fire. He could get other clothes later, but not another life. Steps clattered and echoed through the cool labyrinth, faster and faster. He blowed as much air as he dared into the dying embers, blowing up small flame tongues anew. Hamukk saw less and less of the richly carved stone walls around him, and relied ever more on his hands to guide him along the walls. The darkness was closing in. Damn...! The torch went out with a sputter and sizzle. Hamukk blinked at the coloured lights dancing across his retina. When they were gone, nothing remained. There was not even moonlight reflected in the corridor. Everything went solid black. Teeth clattered as the escaped slave fought a wild panic welling up from within. He began scrambling down corridors, hands shaking on walls to his left and right as he sought guidance. He slid past corners in a stumbling jog, panting and whining. He fell and rose, unseen bruises already aching on all limbs. He had to get out! He ran for it, ran hard, and crashed into a stone wall. The violent impact stole away his breath and senses, for how long he did not know. Hamukk eventually woke up on the smooth floor, or was he perhaps still asleep? It was impossible to tell the difference. His eyes gave the same report whether they were shut or open. Blackness, and nothing more. The man's head was strangely numb yet at the same time beset with sharp pangs of pain. Hamukk suspected that his headlong collision with the wall had damaged his mind. His nose was broken, and he had lost two of his teeth, worn by millstone flakes as they were. He prayed to three gods and seven goddesses, yet heard no response. Was he already in the netherworld? Was this the place of dust and darkness that all men feared to enter? How would the other spirits react to a living man among themselves? Or was he even still alive? Hamukk had no way to tell. For untold hours he sat on his haunches while his head spinned worse and worse. His thoughts turned into a maelstrom of confusion. At last, he reached the bewildered conclusion that demons were stealing away his mind. He rose up and swore heinously at them, uttering such foul words that men would have killed him for the insult. Yes. Demons! It was the demons! The former slave fell silent for a while. Then he whispered: "Reveal yourselves." And in the darkness, the eyes of all the relief figures on the walls lit up, like a nightsky of red embers. Watching him, uncaring. It was as if all the gods had convened to judge his soul, and found him a subject unworthy to even assemble court for. They stared at him. Forever. It was the final straw. Hamukk fell hard to his knees, warm blood trickling across the cold obsidian floor. He clawed at his eyes in madness. And screamed until his lungs burst.
  12. CDO Presents: Scribe's Contest I

    Scribe's Contest X: The True Nature of the Father of Darkness It's a-go! Prize from Admiralty Miniatures is one Four Reliefs wall plate:
  13. Start Collecting: Beastclaw Raiders

    Indeed and totally agree.
  14. The Future of Fimir

    I'm hoping that they get a full army list from FW. They've already previewed several more models so hopefully they are going that route. I read recently that they had increased the size of their AoS team so hopefully sooner rather than later? I think as far as lore they could fit into the story with little/no change. Any realm that has swamps/marshes could be a home to Fimir. I imagine they just won't mention the reproductive aspect.
  15. Farmer's Undead

    It's been ages since I've gotten anything done, but here we go - my Hexwraith concept mini: Just like the Cairn Wraith, dark blue robes, blue flames and light blue everything else. Some more shots: I green stuffed flames on the horse's eyes & snout and also on it's robes, nothing big but having blue flames over the entire miniature instead of just the rider makes it look better I think. I'm happy with the mash of blues at work here but still think my fire needs improving, so hopefully I can hone my skills on the other 4 Hexxies I've got in the works. @Zolas I haven't gone for a final glaze on the robes yet as I don't think they really need it. The white ethereal areas are glazed though @Sharkbelly Thanks a lot mate, more coming soonish Cheers for taking a look, let me know what you think. Meanwhile, work continues on the remaining spirit hosts.
  16. Conogre's Army 2.0

    Sorry mate, very late getting to this. Yes I absolutely caught the giant bug, I completed the Son of Behemat formation so I have 5 painted and the fall down template I worked on semi-recently. Been working on a dry brush only ethereal themed skeleton army for awhile now, but as of the last couple days have shifted back and started work on ogres again... like I need more.
  17. Start Collecting: Beastclaw Raiders

    I just really want some gutbuster love, or some new yhettie models.
  18. Start Collecting: Beastclaw Raiders

    Interesting. Though I have potential of 8 mournfangs already. But nice that they are expanding on start collecting sets.
  19. Start Collecting: Beastclaw Raiders

    Are there other ones? Where did you come across this information?
  20. The upcoming Beastclaw Raiders start collecting box contents: 1 x Thundertusk/Stonehorn 4 x Mournfangs Priced at £50/$85 US
  21. Farmer's Greenskins

    It's been a while! Some night goblin 'musicians' I converted for the current competition on Da Warpath: I've entered them as musicians but have decided that they'll make great additions to the squig herders instead. Here's the before shot: Inspiration came from a few things I've seen in China. The guy on the left is holding clapper sticks: I've seen these on TV in China. The audience usually have them so they don't have to clap all the time... The guy in the centre has a singing bowl: These are used in parts of Asia to help get rid of headaches and stuff by moving the stick around the inner side of the bowl and placing on the affected body part. Of course, banging it makes a loud noise and can therefore herd squigs reasonably well. The guy on the right has a flute (which kinda looks like a blow dart come to think of it). Cheers for taking a look.
  22. The technical issue has been resolved, everything should be running smoothly once more! Sorry for the wait, I was on my hols!
  23. Painting Fimir

    Some work done on the metal.
  24. Sharkbelly's Ships and Sea Creatures

    I finally got a chance to set up some terrain on a new battle mat.
  25. 4000 Greasus vs. Caradryan

    I know this is threadomancy, but I'm still pretty proud of this one.
  26. Do people still play fantasy?

    People in my area stopped playing fantasy when the world blew up. I haven't had a fantasy game in over a year. I am currently a 40k Chaos Space Marine player. I love fantasy and it will always be the version of warhammer I love best, but it's dead. 9th has put it on life support, but eventually it will die. I wouldn't suggest buying models unless you REALLY want them or you have a group that would last a few years to make the purchase justifiable. I still resent GW for their explosion... It's not that AoS is that bad of a game, but this was the only game where Rank and File was so detailed. They had so many cool interactions that worked well. It was very balanced. They just needed to make the price barrier lower. Instead they blew it up and made a new game...
  27. Making Alternative Yhetees: video

    Hi everyone, I have put a video up on Ye Olde Battle Reps in which I show how I made some alternative Yhetee models: Making Alternative Yhetees They work out very cheap and quite easy to make. Hope you enjoy!
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