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 the bravest warriors.Continue reading
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.Continue reading
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.