Maniacal cackling, arcane incantations and the fizzle of magical flames can herald only one thing; an incursion by the Disciples of Tzeentch!
Greetings acolytes! Here’s a look into my lockdown project – a coven of dastardly Disciples of Tzeentch.
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Shas’nel D’yni looked around the hull of the Devilfish lander with quiet pride. The craft was destined for the heart of the ruined gue’la Sector and around her sat a handpicked team of her Infiltration Cadre’s bravest warriors.
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The abandoned depot was a welcome shelter from the abrasive ruststorm that howled outside. The T’au vanguard had made camp amongst ancient manufactorum crates and now huddled together around the blue glow of their fusion-heaters. Hovering drones hummed and whirred around the perimeter, motes of dust dancing in their infrared beams. Shas’nel D’yini’s jaw was set sternly as she listened to the latest reports from her scouts.
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At the heart of the horde a bronze-clad titan stood, implacable and immense. It bore a great icon wreathed in hellfire and around it’s helm, an unholy corona of wychflame glow’d.
Today I get to celebrate a hobby milestone that any painter can take pride in – a model featured in the hallowed pages of White Dwarf!
Grit hissed and clattered off the hood of the small skimmer as it ploughed through billowing red clouds of oxide dust. The tandem craft buffeted like a leaf in a storm, jinking and swerving through a mangled sprawl of skeletal buildings and ducts.
Gales keened through the sector’s broken spires, stoking the rust clouds that threatened to choke the Tetra’s engine intakes. The spotter’s grip tightened on the craft’s side, scanning his holoscreen as his comrade doggedly steered towards the faint blip of the basecamp homing beacon. They had to tell the others what they’d seen…
Welcome back reader. This week we have a miniature I started in 2015 but only finished recently (some of our long-standing Instagram follower may even recognise it!). It is, of course, the beautiful T’au Pathfinder Tetra.
Once again it’s #wipwednesday so here’s another model from my workbench, the characterful Darkoath Chieftain.
In the fractal realities of Tzeentch’s labyrinth, time and space are subverted. Years pass in the blink of an eye and prisoners of these chaotic realms find themselves spontaneously vomited out into planes of existence very different from those they left behind.
In the world that was, I was working on a Chaos Sorcerer and a mutant flock of Forsaken. Now, these warped servants of Tzeentch find themselves fully painted and reborn into the Mortal Realms. Let’s take a look.
Sickly shafts of sunlight pierced the vaults of the derelict Sector. Dwarfed by towering stanchions and silos, a band of tiny figures stalked furtively amidst the shadows.
A lone figure stares out into an ocean so dark that it merges with the night sky – an inky, inexorable void. Somewhere in that vastness lurk his Deepkin masters and soon enough they will call upon him once more to do their bidding.
Time moves differently in The Warp. In what seems like the blinking of an eye, over two years have passed since we last posted here! Fortunately our brushes have not been idle and there is much for us to share this year. To kick things off here’s a new Rat Orgor!
Those that walk the Path to Glory seek immortal power from their mercurial master. Yet the will of Tzeentch is capricious and his Path is strewn with The Lost and The Damned.
Greetings Arcanites! As it’s #WorkInProgressWednesday on the webz I thought I’d share some of the current miniatures on my work bench.
Resplendent in the finery of a bygone age, Black Knights are a decaying mockery of once noble templars. Now these baleful revenants are consumed with loathing for those who’s hearts still beat within their chest.
Quick post today guys, it’s been really busy again lately! Here are some more of Tim’s impressive collection of John Blanche inspired undead. This time we’ve got the first part of a unit of Black Knights. Continue reading
Ghastly shrieks and guttural howls come from deep within the necropolis. The charnel stench of open graves belies the presence of the corpse-eaters. Surely, to venture further through these forsaken crypts would be to consign oneself to eternal residence amongst the silent, desecrated dead…
Just a quick blog post today to show you some work on the first of a unit of Age of Sigmar Crypt Horrors I’ve been working on. Continue reading
The unquiet spirits of ancient warriors once again heed the summons war. Blasphemously tethered to their mortal remains they march from crypt and barrow beneath the tattered banners of a bygone Age.
Shambling from their tombs this week, a rotting regiment of Blanchitsu inspired skeletons. Continue reading
The fell winds of Shyish stir the bones of long dead beasts. Haunting banshee-howls pierce the night and then comes the carrion stench, thick and heavy in the air. Make haste traveler, the hunt of the Dire Wolves has begun!
Things have been a bit dead here at Technasma with real life getting in the way… However now things are not just dead, they are Undead and back from the grave with a vengeance! We’ve got some all sorts of grizzly and ghoulish miniatures to share, all inspired by Warhammer’s Arch Illuminator, the inimitable John Blanche. Continue reading
