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i just thought i'd post this up as i was excited to see it arrive in the post today: Mr Stitches the Golem and Cat the Cat at a total of 50mm
It's exactly as it arrived out of the box from Shapeways (in the extreme detail material)and cost a total of, i think $35 inc. shipping. I haven't cleaned it or anything and i realise that it's not the easiest to see but i just wanted to pop it up here anyway!
By Lidless Eye
Another batch of rotters, fresh off the assembly line! The forces of the Brothers of Rust get more...rank! (Badum tish)
Converted Biologus Putrifiers:
Also converted, a set of Foul Blightspawn:
By Lidless Eye
My last-minute WiP entry for the Iron Sleet Invitational (https://ironsleet.com/2017/10/24/invitational-firing-on-all-cylinders/)
THE HERESY OF CALLAHN 7
How many years had it been since the rebellion first began on Callahan 7? For unknown decades, traitorous PDF forces lay siege to the palace of their former leader, a vile governor who thought of little but profits and nothing for safety. His shortcuts lead to a doomed populace; the atmosphere poisoned and its people dying by the acid mines and foundries that the planet was known for.
The rebellion stayed at a stalemate for years, with the superior numbers of the turncoat PDF unable to overcome the superior armory of the few that stayed loyal to the governor. Even once the rebels opened the acid mines and foundries, and freed the twisted and broken mutants that manned the world beneath, the palace remained sealed.
Then, the Brothers of Rust came. Their grand fleet looming overhead, the few Heretic Astartes who touched planetside turned the tide of the battle in scant days. The governor's palace fell; he and his servants bodies strung from the walls, the first of many sacrifices to the Dark Powers.
Many of the PDF went with the Brothers, joining them in their endless crusade. For those who stayed, the Brothers left behind the Speakers of His Voice. These twisted preachers gave the former drudge new hope, and told them not of a distant corpse-Emperor but of a Grandfather who loved them, always and ever.
Grandfather had saved them, Grandfather had uplifted them. His love had set them free.
When word of the Thorn Moons and their strange wonders came, the Speakers saw their true calling; a lovely addition to Grandfather's Garden, a gift to be offered for the many favors he had bestowed upon them. They went to the mines, they went to the cities, they went and called forth the faithful. The governor had left behind many wonders; forges the faithful had toiled at their whole lives, and grand spaceships. It was providence.
By Lidless Eye
Praise be to Nurgle!
Another Orctober complete, and we're all safe and sound, painting projects finished.
Time for a short rest...
"Hey, you lot hear that?"
"They're coming to get you, Orkra..."
"Join us, Orkra...Grandfather loves you, too..."
Orks can be Poxwalkers, too, ya know! Even Gork (and maybe Mork) can't help ya now.
Orks+Zombies in O(r)ctober...doubly appropriate for the season!
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