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You knew it was going to happen, didn't you....

 

My Oathsworn KS cam the other day, and I thought it might make a break from painting scales on Czaristikalian... (Nathavarr)

 

So I dremeled the center circle a bit to make all the inserts fit, attached the pieces to handles, and primed them black....

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Stay tuned for more.....

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So it might not look like I did anything from the one example pic:

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But all of these got sprayed with GW Roughcoat, a textured spray paint, and then re primed with Duplicolor Sandable black primer...

More exciting pics tomorrow....

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So lover the last couple nights, I went through my normal stonework drill:

Dry brushing GW

Stormvermin Fur

Codex Grey

Kommando Khaki

Fortress grey

Then daubing with different inks, in this iteration Blue, Green, and Red inks...

Then I would normally wash with diluted black ink, this time I used Secret Weapon Stone Wash.

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So next will be dry brushing with GW:

 

Codex Grey

Kommando Khaki (Though I will be using VMC Khaki, as I ran out of GW...)

Fortress grey

VMC Stone Grey

Then DullCote....

Then there will be detailing of the pool, and pentacle, and maybe the runes in the stele....

 

 

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So there was no mojo tonight for painting details tonight, ans well as a late start, sto I finished the stone work dry brushing....

Everything got some DullCote as well...

The pool got MSP White brush on primer as well, and the rune stones got GW Graveyard Earth around the bases as well...

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So next up is flocking tufts for the "Altar" and Circle, some Green for the pool, and maybe, some SW Crushed glass for the Rune stones and pentacle....

Not sure of what colors to use for that....

Thoughts????

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They look great! 

I've never used the crushed glass stuff, so I can't comment on colours though - sorry...

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Liquitex transparent burnt umber and VMC khaki on the stele bases, and GW snot green on the pool....

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soon....

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So, the circle and alter goy tufts,

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the pool got WC Green 3, Fluorescent Green, Green 2, Green 1, Fluorescent Yellow

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The stele got a drybrushig of VMC Khaki on the bases and another shot of DullCote...

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getting there....

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Are you going to add water effects to the slime pool? Either that or some Tamiya clear green/yellow might look cool to add shininess. These look great!

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So, tufting and flocking happened....

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And the pentacle got water effects mixed with Inktensity inks, and sprinkled with crushed Glass Snow effect

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There is some extraneous staining that I am trying to clean up....

 

The runestones got tufted and flocked, as well as the Inktensity /water effect / glass treatment

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I am debating adding a bit of straight water effect, and more crushed glass to try for a more 'glittery' look....

 

Thoughts?

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so here is one of the runestones, with added water effect and crushed glass...

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I am going to give up on the idea of using the crushed glass as crushed gems for pentacles etc...

 

Couldn't fix the pentacle to my satisfaction, so it is is having a simple green spa day....

 

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