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Dark Eldar Bio-Dreadnought

Posted on October 12th, 2017 under , , , , , , . Posted by

Alas I don’t have a dread-like model to be painting for Dreadtober, but as luck would have it the next installation from my back-catalogue is this beauty!Silsotha delicately adjusted the final few synaptic bridges on her latest prototypes, their forms …

The Brides of Khali and a quick how-to

Posted on October 6th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

Alas I haven’t any fluff written for these guys, but I’ll make up for that with a basic little how-to at the end! It’s pretty basic stuff when it comes to kitbashing, but if I can help encourage anyone to give it a go then I’ll count my job as done!Bes…

The Brides of Khali and a quick how-to

Posted on October 6th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

Alas I haven’t any fluff written for these guys, but I’ll make up for that with a basic little how-to at the end! It’s pretty basic stuff when it comes to kitbashing, but if I can help encourage anyone to give it a go then I’ll count my job as done!Bes…

Subject K-46, AKA ‘Khali’

Posted on September 29th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

The vat-born gladiator stood in the dank unfamiliar room, her finely honed body still glistening with fluid from the amniotic chamber. Noticing that she was not alone, Khali sprawled out low to the ground, feet spaced wide and steadied by a third hand …

Subject K-46, AKA ‘Khali’

Posted on September 29th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

The vat-born gladiator stood in the dank unfamiliar room, her finely honed body still glistening with fluid from the amniotic chamber. Noticing that she was not alone, Khali sprawled out low to the ground, feet spaced wide and steadied by a third hand …

Khaharkyth the Carrion Lord, so-called ‘Archon’

Posted on September 26th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

Perched upon a spur jutting over the battlefield, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The sharp tang of blood filtered through his jaded olfactory nerves as he drank in the carnage below.”I am Khaharkyth, the Carrion Lord. Look upon my artworks and …

Khaharkyth the Carrion Lord, so-called ‘Archon’

Posted on September 26th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

Perched upon a spur jutting over the battlefield, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The sharp tang of blood filtered through his jaded olfactory nerves as he drank in the carnage below.”I am Khaharkyth, the Carrion Lord. Look upon my artworks and …

A little detour, because apparently I’m incapable of sticking to one project at once ;)

Posted on September 21st, 2017 under , , , , , , . Posted by

And so they come, worming through the webway towards us. The other self-interested, drawn to events like moths to a flame. The Beltane, the Hanni. Curious who it is to see who these ripples of fate will affect.Endil the Beltane, the Homeless, the Littl…

A little detour, because apparently I’m incapable of sticking to one project at once ;)

Posted on September 21st, 2017 under , , , , , , . Posted by

And so they come, worming through the webway towards us. The other self-interested, drawn to events like moths to a flame. The Beltane, the Hanni. Curious who it is to see who these ripples of fate will affect.Endil the Beltane, the Homeless, the Littl…

They’re Angvai, by the look of their banners…

Posted on September 16th, 2017 under , , , . Posted by

They’re Angvai I think, by the look of their banners. Belligerant warmongerers. In collusion with the cloners of the Dark Kin to bolster their forces, which has had a rather marked effect on their outlook. They maintain little of the reverance for Eldar life that other craftworlders hold. Why would you when you can just grow more? Be careful of them, cousin. Dangerous folk to associate with…or be within range of, come to think of it.


Deserters? If caught in the act they’re shot on sight. Either that or sacrificed to wake the Avatar. Alas, there are enough of us who are…uneasy…with our treatment of our vat-born clones to mean that if we catch them after they’ve deserted it’s a little less straight forwards. Usually, they’re sent on suicide missions. Sometimes, if they come to us with something of value, they’re pardoned, provided they continue to be useful. Either way, they have to prove that they are worth the life we have given them.


Yes, it’s despicable, but what precisely would you have us do? Our world teetered on the brink. Unlike Iyanden, we weren’t blessed with ranks upon ranks of wraith-shells with which to guard our survivors. Our pact with the Dark Kin has provided us with numbers, but numbers which are ill-suited to craftworld life. They must be forged anew in the crucible of war, taught stricture and discipline. Once they have proven themselves, they are granted citizenship, and all the safety the craftworld provides. The blood of a hundred thousand Eldar stains our hands, but a hundred thousand more survive because of us.


I suppose on some level they know that they are murderers. Why else would they adorn themselves with the bloody hand of Khaine?


I thought I’d introduce my craftworld next. The idea behind Craftworld Angvellaith is that they went through an Iyanden-style extinction event, but rather than Wraiths they sighted a pact with the Dark Kin to replenish their numbers courtesy of the haemonculi cloning vats, which they funnel into their warhosts and throw at their foes with little heed to their survival. If they survive, they’re inducted into the craftworld as a citizen. That one event and the events spiralling from it has coloured their whole psyche. As a people they’re brutally utilitarian, short tempered and blunt. Basically I’ve been reading up a little about laconic wit and thought it would be neat for eldar to give that a try 😉
Oh, also, do you remember this bit of fluff?
Why did I desert? I’ll tell you why. They didn’t even give me a name. ‘Warborn’, is what they called me. One of thousands upon thousands, dragged from the vats of Commorragh, dressed in the uniform of Craftworld life and thrown into the meat-grinder of their pointless wars. I gave myself my name the day I deserted. Do you know what Ilgaith means? No longer faceless… – Ilgaith who Wanders 
Well I’ve started naming a couple of my models in the Inquisimunda style, and I thought I’d follow it through on the vat-born Angvai:
This is all of the Angvai that I have at the moment, but seeing as they follow on nicely from the Outcasts I thought I’d share them :)
Next stop, Commorragh…

They’re Angvai, by the look of their banners…

Posted on September 16th, 2017 under , , , . Posted by

They’re Angvai I think, by the look of their banners. Belligerant warmongerers. In collusion with the cloners of the Dark Kin to bolster their forces, which has had a rather marked effect on their outlook. They maintain little of the reverance for Eldar life that other craftworlders hold. Why would you when you can just grow more? Be careful of them, cousin. Dangerous folk to associate with…or be within range of, come to think of it.


Deserters? If caught in the act they’re shot on sight. Either that or sacrificed to wake the Avatar. Alas, there are enough of us who are…uneasy…with our treatment of our vat-born clones to mean that if we catch them after they’ve deserted it’s a little less straight forwards. Usually, they’re sent on suicide missions. Sometimes, if they come to us with something of value, they’re pardoned, provided they continue to be useful. Either way, they have to prove that they are worth the life we have given them.


Yes, it’s despicable, but what precisely would you have us do? Our world teetered on the brink. Unlike Iyanden, we weren’t blessed with ranks upon ranks of wraith-shells with which to guard our survivors. Our pact with the Dark Kin has provided us with numbers, but numbers which are ill-suited to craftworld life. They must be forged anew in the crucible of war, taught stricture and discipline. Once they have proven themselves, they are granted citizenship, and all the safety the craftworld provides. The blood of a hundred thousand Eldar stains our hands, but a hundred thousand more survive because of us.


I suppose on some level they know that they are murderers. Why else would they adorn themselves with the bloody hand of Khaine?


I thought I’d introduce my craftworld next. The idea behind Craftworld Angvellaith is that they went through an Iyanden-style extinction event, but rather than Wraiths they sighted a pact with the Dark Kin to replenish their numbers courtesy of the haemonculi cloning vats, which they funnel into their warhosts and throw at their foes with little heed to their survival. If they survive, they’re inducted into the craftworld as a citizen. That one event and the events spiralling from it has coloured their whole psyche. As a people they’re brutally utilitarian, short tempered and blunt. Basically I’ve been reading up a little about laconic wit and thought it would be neat for eldar to give that a try 😉
Oh, also, do you remember this bit of fluff?
Why did I desert? I’ll tell you why. They didn’t even give me a name. ‘Warborn’, is what they called me. One of thousands upon thousands, dragged from the vats of Commorragh, dressed in the uniform of Craftworld life and thrown into the meat-grinder of their pointless wars. I gave myself my name the day I deserted. Do you know what Ilgaith means? No longer faceless… – Ilgaith who Wanders 
Well I’ve started naming a couple of my models in the Inquisimunda style, and I thought I’d follow it through on the vat-born Angvai:
This is all of the Angvai that I have at the moment, but seeing as they follow on nicely from the Outcasts I thought I’d share them :)
Next stop, Commorragh…

Apex Predator

Posted on September 11th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

Have you ever stopped to wonder why Harlequins travel in packs? In the darkest nights, they remember they are not the apex predator of these twisted pathways…Some say that of all the thousands upon thousands of Young Kings sacrificed to awaken the Av…

Apex Predator

Posted on September 11th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

Have you ever stopped to wonder why Harlequins travel in packs? In the darkest nights, they remember they are not the apex predator of these twisted pathways…Some say that of all the thousands upon thousands of Young Kings sacrificed to awaken the Av…

We’re off to see the Nomad Prince…

Posted on September 7th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

“No,” the figure explained patiently, “you misunderstand. I hold no formal title. There is no governance or rulership among us Outcasts. ‘The Nomad Prince’ is little more than an epithet. Still, I suppose I am as close to a figurehead for my people as …

We’re off to see the Nomad Prince…

Posted on September 7th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

“No,” the figure explained patiently, “you misunderstand. I hold no formal title. There is no governance or rulership among us Outcasts. ‘The Nomad Prince’ is little more than an epithet. Still, I suppose I am as close to a figurehead for my people as …

I’ve heard what the Angvai do to deserters…

Posted on August 30th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

Where Ilgaith goes, we follow. It’s not as if we could return without something to barter our freedom for anyway. I’ve heard what the Angvai do to deserters…




You…you have a child? Out here?


Many of us have. We live out here, with all that entails. Quite frankly, what choice did we have?


So that’s my little Outcast band done :) well, nearly at least. There’s one more Outcast to go, but he’s not strictly one of this ragtag band.
One of the things these guys have let me do is scratch an itch that I’ve been feeling for a while. It’s a bit of a trope in war-settings that the worlds are completely devoid of children. Things usually take a step towards the gritty and the realistic if they do include them, which seems right up the INQ28-style street :)
It also gives a valuable little glimpse that the galaxy might not be ‘only war’. Interwoven with the warfare and strife are countless billions of families just trying to survive in a wartorn dystopian future. 
For these eldar it’s especially poignant as eldar children are so few and far between. Discovering you’re with child when you’re a vat-born clone with a slim chance of survival would be a bedrock-solid reason to desert. Also, it’s a little suggestion that there might be more to Outcasts than just eldar deciding they want a gap-year from the Path system. There are eldar living outside the safety of the craftworlds or Commorragh (through choice or necessity), surviving against the odds :)

I’ve heard what the Angvai do to deserters…

Posted on August 30th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

Where Ilgaith goes, we follow. It’s not as if we could return without something to barter our freedom for anyway. I’ve heard what the Angvai do to deserters…




You…you have a child? Out here?


Many of us have. We live out here, with all that entails. Quite frankly, what choice did we have?


So that’s my little Outcast band done :) well, nearly at least. There’s one more Outcast to go, but he’s not strictly one of this ragtag band.
One of the things these guys have let me do is scratch an itch that I’ve been feeling for a while. It’s a bit of a trope in war-settings that the worlds are completely devoid of children. Things usually take a step towards the gritty and the realistic if they do include them, which seems right up the INQ28-style street :)
It also gives a valuable little glimpse that the galaxy might not be ‘only war’. Interwoven with the warfare and strife are countless billions of families just trying to survive in a wartorn dystopian future. 
For these eldar it’s especially poignant as eldar children are so few and far between. Discovering you’re with child when you’re a vat-born clone with a slim chance of survival would be a bedrock-solid reason to desert. Also, it’s a little suggestion that there might be more to Outcasts than just eldar deciding they want a gap-year from the Path system. There are eldar living outside the safety of the craftworlds or Commorragh (through choice or necessity), surviving against the odds :)

What happens when a Warlock wanders the Outcast Path?

Posted on August 24th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

What happens when a Warlock wanders the Outcast Path? Wild psykers. Powerful, in their own way. Lacking finesse, but unfettered access to emotion provides them with a turbulent rawness which can often achieve a similar effect.Mostly they wander al…

What happens when a Warlock wanders the Outcast Path?

Posted on August 24th, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

What happens when a Warlock wanders the Outcast Path? Wild psykers. Powerful, in their own way. Lacking finesse, but unfettered access to emotion provides them with a turbulent rawness which can often achieve a similar effect.Mostly they wander al…

Ilgaith the Outcast

Posted on August 21st, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

Of all those who travel the skeins of the webway, it is us outcasts, us vagrants, who most frequently plumb its depths. My craftworld kin seek to exploit it like a tool. The Commorites seek to control it like an animal. The Harlequins seek to hide with…

Ilgaith the Outcast

Posted on August 21st, 2017 under , , , , . Posted by

Of all those who travel the skeins of the webway, it is us outcasts, us vagrants, who most frequently plumb its depths. My craftworld kin seek to exploit it like a tool. The Commorites seek to control it like an animal. The Harlequins seek to hide with…

All hail Slaanesh! Eldar God of Peacetime

Posted on August 17th, 2017 under , , , , , , . Posted by

We…we thought She would be our saviour. A glorious God of Peace and Prosperity, forever ridding us of Khaine the Murderer of Eldar. We were gravely mistaken.



Heg the Crone could have spied the truth, had we not blinded her from it. It was our only option. She would not have taken kindly to our plot to murder her consort.


This…disfigurement. This eternity in servitude to the Goddess we spawned. This is the punishment for our hubris…

…it is not enough for what we have done.

And here are the last two of the Croneworlders, bringing the warband to the sacred number 6.
Apologies, but a rambling essay ahead!
I wanted to use the Croneworlders to offer a little hint that there might be more to the Fall than the simplified myths and legends we know today. The official story is that the eldar descended into decadence and birthed a Chaos God that tore their civilisation apart. You mean to say that a supremely psychic race with a penchant for scrying the future, and an entire pantheon of warp-gods including a prophetess and a seer…didn’t see that coming?
Nah. There’s got to be more to the story than that.
So I thought a little more about it. There’s no chance that the eldar, even in their most decadent self-absorption, didn’t see that they were birthing a warp-entity. So, why would they have let it happen?
We know that some dour fanatics tried to prevent the fall into decadence and the birth of this God, but why did their protestations fall on deaf ears? Especially as there was no way a profoundly psychic race would miss the birthing pains of a warp-god.
What if…what if they wanted Slaanesh to be born? Think about it. Your race is experiencing an unprecedented golden age. You’re undisputed masters of your galaxy. Your citizens are able to explore nothing but the pursuit of pleasure. Why would you expect any God birthed in that time be anything other than benevolent?
So, I came up with a little story based on that. The first eldar to notice that they were birthing a new god would probably be the followers of Morai-Heg the seer, deciphering Lileath’s prophesy. Perhaps they made the connection that the God of Peace they were birthing would finally kill Khaine, God of War (and murderer of eldar). Perhaps they made the connection that Morai-Heg might not be so pleased about her consort being murdered, so set out to blind her to it.
And so the Fall of the Eldar was eased into motion. A group of eldar prophets forseeing a glorious God for a glorious golden age. In their arrogance they did not forsee that this God may not be all it promised to be and so blinded their leaders to the dangers presented, and led on the masses to greater deeds of decadence (becoming the Dark Muses referenced in the Dark Eldar codex).
Only when Slaanesh tore herself into wakefulness did they realise what they had done. Those who could fled, seeking refuge in the webway. Those who couldn’t were kept as playthings, disfigured into crones (a terrible affliction for slaaneshi and eldar alike) and forced to watch for eternity as their kind are steadily hunted down by She Who Thirsts.
What you get at the end of that is the Croneweaver in the first pic. Downtrodden and ostracised by Her other playthings. Kept as living proof of the folly of trying to control the Gods.

All hail Slaanesh! Eldar God of Peacetime

Posted on August 17th, 2017 under , , , , , , . Posted by

We…we thought She would be our saviour. A glorious God of Peace and Prosperity, forever ridding us of Khaine the Murderer of Eldar. We were gravely mistaken.



Heg the Crone could have spied the truth, had we not blinded her from it. It was our only option. She would not have taken kindly to our plot to murder her consort.


This…disfigurement. This eternity in servitude to the Goddess we spawned. This is the punishment for our hubris…

…it is not enough for what we have done.

And here are the last two of the Croneworlders, bringing the warband to the sacred number 6.
Apologies, but a rambling essay ahead!
I wanted to use the Croneworlders to offer a little hint that there might be more to the Fall than the simplified myths and legends we know today. The official story is that the eldar descended into decadence and birthed a Chaos God that tore their civilisation apart. You mean to say that a supremely psychic race with a penchant for scrying the future, and an entire pantheon of warp-gods including a prophetess and a seer…didn’t see that coming?
Nah. There’s got to be more to the story than that.
So I thought a little more about it. There’s no chance that the eldar, even in their most decadent self-absorption, didn’t see that they were birthing a warp-entity. So, why would they have let it happen?
We know that some dour fanatics tried to prevent the fall into decadence and the birth of this God, but why did their protestations fall on deaf ears? Especially as there was no way a profoundly psychic race would miss the birthing pains of a warp-god.
What if…what if they wanted Slaanesh to be born? Think about it. Your race is experiencing an unprecedented golden age. You’re undisputed masters of your galaxy. Your citizens are able to explore nothing but the pursuit of pleasure. Why would you expect any God birthed in that time be anything other than benevolent?
So, I came up with a little story based on that. The first eldar to notice that they were birthing a new god would probably be the followers of Morai-Heg the seer, deciphering Lileath’s prophesy. Perhaps they made the connection that the God of Peace they were birthing would finally kill Khaine, God of War (and murderer of eldar). Perhaps they made the connection that Morai-Heg might not be so pleased about her consort being murdered, so set out to blind her to it.
And so the Fall of the Eldar was eased into motion. A group of eldar prophets forseeing a glorious God for a glorious golden age. In their arrogance they did not forsee that this God may not be all it promised to be and so blinded their leaders to the dangers presented, and led on the masses to greater deeds of decadence (becoming the Dark Muses referenced in the Dark Eldar codex).
Only when Slaanesh tore herself into wakefulness did they realise what they had done. Those who could fled, seeking refuge in the webway. Those who couldn’t were kept as playthings, disfigured into crones (a terrible affliction for slaaneshi and eldar alike) and forced to watch for eternity as their kind are steadily hunted down by She Who Thirsts.
What you get at the end of that is the Croneweaver in the first pic. Downtrodden and ostracised by Her other playthings. Kept as living proof of the folly of trying to control the Gods.

She has sent her seekers to claim her due…

Posted on August 9th, 2017 under , , , , , , . Posted by

The idiocy of your infantile race truly knows no bounds. Thanks to your petty squabbles a great Rift has torn across the galaxy. Gates long thought sealed and safe have been rent open, exposing us. She has sent her seekers to claim her due.This will no…

She has sent her seekers to claim her due…

Posted on August 9th, 2017 under , , , , , , . Posted by

The idiocy of your infantile race truly knows no bounds. Thanks to your petty squabbles a great Rift has torn across the galaxy. Gates long thought sealed and safe have been rent open, exposing us. She has sent her seekers to claim her due.This will no…