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I figured that was the case.You know it the best Raven Guard successor around.
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I figured that was the case.You know it the best Raven Guard successor around.
Weird way to spell carcharodons. But okay.You know it the best Raven Guard successor around.
They are both in the Badb war so it is fine.Weird way to spell carcharodons. But okay.
Sneaky beakies are finally done! I have some other models to add to this force but half the army is done at least.
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I used an Ushanti Bone dry brush was a little hard with Phobos since they lack hard edges but it does wonders you might need to highlight some areas with a brush but it was mostly a dry brush.Looks great, I have mine based but are working on finishing up my Necron half of Elite set first for practice. Hope to be ordering Start Collecting Vanguard next month(if I don't win two from the contest).
I've started cooking up my Own Guys successor chapter founded from and mentored by the Raptors instead of deciding to change up an abandoned canon chapter, but they are primarily the same color scheme. What color did you use for the highlights?
I know there was a 40k card game, oddly enough I hear underworlds caught a lot of guys since it combined a miniature and card game but doing shit with magic sounds yuck.
Godzilla has had comic books and magic cards, godzilla is fine.Thematically, using mana to summon Ultramarines is the dumbest idea I've ever heard.
I'm weary of GW dancing with the Eye of Sauron. First Marvel, now this.
I've had sex, so naturally I play yu-gi-oh.
Why? Just why?
Probably alternate art cards like the did with the Kaiju cards.
Can eldars even get fat?That was the idea. Also had another concept I called The Withered where it was an Eldar corrupted by Nurgle, but instead of being fat & bulbous like the norm for Nurgle servants, she would be scrawny and bring more pestilence than plague. Haven't thought it out as much though.
I used an Ushanti Bone dry brush was a little hard with Phobos since they lack hard edges but it does wonders you might need to highlight some areas with a brush but it was mostly a dry brush.
Probably alternate art cards like the did with the Kaiju cards.
lol at roscoeanon.We wuz legiones astartes and shiiiiiiet
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You guessed it, a troon
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Get the shovel, they are not iron. Within it without.Uh, Perturabo needs to decimate the Iron Warriors again to weed the Emperor's Children plants.
This. I don't care how you paint Your Dudes, they are Your Dudes and you do whatever the fuck you want. But the laughably cringeworthy backstory which contrasts with every bit of fluff imaginable.That is some prime YA dung. "She had never quite understood the Imperium." Awww, I bet *she* felt like all those superstitions and personal restrictions were keeping her from being her best self!
Oh it gets worse, he made a blog post about it:We wuz legiones astartes and shiiiiiiet
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You guessed it, a troon
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So this was a female primaris marine that went renegade, got their ass kicked by the Iron Warriors. And the simp of a chaos lord decided to grant her warsmith status.She had left them behind, early on. She had never quite understood the Imperium, with it’s catechisms and rites. She was a person of logic, with a real genius with machines. She had been seconded to the Martian cult of course, but they were even worse than the Imperium at large, anointing everything with foul smelling oil and so stuck in their ways that any innovation was aberration to them. So she left them - her blank grey armour was left in it’s arming chamber, and she stole a shuttle. Avoiding the Imperial scanner systems was easy, and when it had been safe, she plunged into the warp.
She began raiding junkers and scrappers, upgrading her vessel as she went. Even without her armour or her bolter, she was still Astartes, and her superhuman physique was easily the match for the rusted stub throwers her quarry clung to for protection. Within a few solar months, she had control of a real ship, with a crew of mortals. They were deserters, gangers, voidborn and mutants, but they were good at what they did. She drilled them hard, training them for a war against the Imperium that would define their existence. In the forge decks, they manufactured armour, using her knowledge of STCs to churn out military-grade autoguns and retrofit mining rigs with heavy stubbers. She had become a warlord with her own army. She had terrorised shipping, raided planets, and escaped into the warp every time.
Until the Iron Warriors came.
How they tracked her down, she did not know, though she made no secret of her existence. Her army, her work of years, was cut down in the space of a few solar hours. Her ship was crippled by battery fire, then picked clean for parts by the victorious IV legion. She had capitulated, expecting an unjust death years before her prime, though it never came. Their lord - her lord now - must have seen something; a kinship perhaps. There had been resistance, true - they were all veterans of the long war, while she was a new astartes - and one of Cawl’s creations too - but they were quelled by Lord Grond’s favour. He had seen potential and brought her into the legion. Now she served by his side, a Warsmith in her own right, iron within and iron without.