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Something beastly this-way comes (and also I melted my camera)…

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

I forget you’re an udlænding. That’s a Sleipnir. Quite common around these parts.

The Fenrisians, both Kearls and wildlings, use them for recon and warhorses. Trade them with folks in neighbouring systems as well. Not sure how the Crows got them though. Probably stole them I expect.

Sorry for the long delay since the last post! Having to wait for me to actually do some painting rather than just dig stuff out of the back-catalogue 😉

For this guy I wanted to tie in some more Norse mythology with my crows. There are a number of mythological animals surrounding Odin (which form a loose influence on how I see the various peoples surrounding Fenris). The first of which are his Wolves, Geri and Freki, represented by the Vlka Fenryka. The second of which are his Ravens, Huginn and Muninn, represented by my crows. Another is his mythical steed, Sleipnir, the 8-legged horse. Thought that would be a good basis for a xenos/gene-modified steed of some sort for Kearls and Wildlings :)

I’ve actually been on a bit of a gribbly creature bent recently, with this little guy as well :)


To be honest, I have no idea what they are really, but the Crows treat them like dogs. Or pigs may be a better analogy. Use them for tracking, and feed them all the stuff Crows can’t eat. Fatten them up for leaner times ahead. 



There’s loads of the damn things running wild on their ships. Makes it tricky to get aboard undetected. 

Hope you like them!
I’ve also had a bit of a…mishap…with my camera. Pro-tip: if you’re crouching over a puddle of fluid that might possibly be petrol…don’t use a battery drill to drill a drain hole. They spark when they stop. You’d think I’d know better by now!
Face is a little crispy but everything’s ok :S phone survived remarkably well, aside from the lens on the camera which has melted a bit and bubbled up. So, after much mucking about trying to get a lighting setup that worked with my camera I’m back to square one! Not ideal with the deadline for submission to Iron Sleet looming!
Did a little photoshoot with various different cobbled together photo setups. Not sure which works best. The Sleipnir at the top is with the existing lighting setup but shot with my Canon point-and-shoot.
Next up I pinched my parent’s phone (modern Samsung of some sort). Pretty similar to my old one (although it does look a tad washed out, not sure).
Point-and-shoot (not enough light for this one, although it does look atmospheric):
Point-and-shoot with additional lighting: 
Point-and-shoot with attempt at moonlit-look: 
Mate’s HTC camera-phone (couple of quick snaps with not much heed to framing):

If anything, it’s interesting to see how exactly the same lighting setups can produce wildly different results simply based on the camera you use…

Something beastly this-way comes (and also I melted my camera)…

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

I forget you’re an udlænding. That’s a Sleipnir. Quite common around these parts.

The Fenrisians, both Kearls and wildlings, use them for recon and warhorses. Trade them with folks in neighbouring systems as well. Not sure how the Crows got them though. Probably stole them I expect.

Sorry for the long delay since the last post! Having to wait for me to actually do some painting rather than just dig stuff out of the back-catalogue 😉

For this guy I wanted to tie in some more Norse mythology with my crows. There are a number of mythological animals surrounding Odin (which form a loose influence on how I see the various peoples surrounding Fenris). The first of which are his Wolves, Geri and Freki, represented by the Vlka Fenryka. The second of which are his Ravens, Huginn and Muninn, represented by my crows. Another is his mythical steed, Sleipnir, the 8-legged horse. Thought that would be a good basis for a xenos/gene-modified steed of some sort for Kearls and Wildlings :)

I’ve actually been on a bit of a gribbly creature bent recently, with this little guy as well :)


To be honest, I have no idea what they are really, but the Crows treat them like dogs. Or pigs may be a better analogy. Use them for tracking, and feed them all the stuff Crows can’t eat. Fatten them up for leaner times ahead. 



There’s loads of the damn things running wild on their ships. Makes it tricky to get aboard undetected. 

Hope you like them!
I’ve also had a bit of a…mishap…with my camera. Pro-tip: if you’re crouching over a puddle of fluid that might possibly be petrol…don’t use a battery drill to drill a drain hole. They spark when they stop. You’d think I’d know better by now!
Face is a little crispy but everything’s ok :S phone survived remarkably well, aside from the lens on the camera which has melted a bit and bubbled up. So, after much mucking about trying to get a lighting setup that worked with my camera I’m back to square one! Not ideal with the deadline for submission to Iron Sleet looming!
Did a little photoshoot with various different cobbled together photo setups. Not sure which works best. The Sleipnir at the top is with the existing lighting setup but shot with my Canon point-and-shoot.
Next up I pinched my parent’s phone (modern Samsung of some sort). Pretty similar to my old one (although it does look a tad washed out, not sure).
Point-and-shoot (not enough light for this one, although it does look atmospheric):
Point-and-shoot with additional lighting: 
Point-and-shoot with attempt at moonlit-look: 
Mate’s HTC camera-phone (couple of quick snaps with not much heed to framing):

If anything, it’s interesting to see how exactly the same lighting setups can produce wildly different results simply based on the camera you use…

Have I got Crows for you!

Posted on November 10th, 2017 under , , , , , . Posted by

Clockwork thoughts chattered through the crow-priest’s brain. This truly was a bizarre place they found themselves in. The crow-priests understood well the processes to connect biology to bionics, but this…this was something approaching…synthesis.&…

Have I got Crows for you!

Posted on November 10th, 2017 under , , , , , . Posted by

Clockwork thoughts chattered through the crow-priest’s brain. This truly was a bizarre place they found themselves in. The crow-priests understood well the processes to connect biology to bionics, but this…this was something approaching…synthesis.&…

Crows 2 and 3

Posted on October 31st, 2017 under , , , , , . Posted by

Getting into the swing of things now :) I’ve also come up with a little poem to go alongside them for the ~200 word background aspect for the Invitational which I’m dead chuffed with :) it uses the structure and theme of Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven and aspects of the Thorn Moons and Migs’ excellent XX Alpha Legion army.


‘pon the ruin’d moon of Hyllas, spake the legionary Pallas,
“Cast thou hence from in the shadows, lest I smite thee duly, or-
speak thy name if Thorne or craven.”, ‘pon which from its darkened haven
Stepped a grim and tattered raven wand’ring from the Nightly shore
“Tell me what thy wretched name is ‘mongst this pale and icy hoar”
Quoth the raven “Nevermore.”

“We spy thine ships by moonfall’s aft, thy manifold and blackened craft
Loiter round the Rout like stormclouds, scavengers like crows of yore. 
Chatter caw and bicker hasten. Ears and eyes and spies and graven-
ones the Wolves do brand ‘Valravn’, we have spied thine ilk before.
By what hubris think thine arms might stand afore the might of Thorne?
Speak no more of ‘nevermore’.”

The raven’s head did tilt and twist and quizzically it viewed him hence
Yet Pallas stayed his mighty blade, confusion gripping soul and more
“Wherefore art thou masters brave then? Tombstones ‘pon which names engraven.”
Yet unflinching stood it’s brazen gaze that burnt through armoured core 
“Hydra’s heads shall reign supreme from dust to dust and Throne to Thorne.”
Quoth the raven ‘Nevermore.”

Within Pallas rose an ire as a raging inner fire
Impudence of wretch’s tongue like insults flung hast brought it fore.
Sadly rage obscured unshaven brutes within said Nightly haven
Hydra’s blood ran through the cave in ruddy pools along the floor.
Thence the skull of Pallas stands resplendent ‘bove the raven’s door.
Thorne supreme reigns nevermore.


Crows 2 and 3

Posted on October 31st, 2017 under , , , , , . Posted by

Getting into the swing of things now :) I’ve also come up with a little poem to go alongside them for the ~200 word background aspect for the Invitational which I’m dead chuffed with :) it uses the structure and theme of Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven and aspects of the Thorn Moons and Migs’ excellent XX Alpha Legion army.


‘pon the ruin’d moon of Hyllas, spake the legionary Pallas,
“Cast thou hence from in the shadows, lest I smite thee duly, or-
speak thy name if Thorne or craven.”, ‘pon which from its darkened haven
Stepped a grim and tattered raven wand’ring from the Nightly shore
“Tell me what thy wretched name is ‘mongst this pale and icy hoar”
Quoth the raven “Nevermore.”

“We spy thine ships by moonfall’s aft, thy manifold and blackened craft
Loiter round the Rout like stormclouds, scavengers like crows of yore. 
Chatter caw and bicker hasten. Ears and eyes and spies and graven-
ones the Wolves do brand ‘Valravn’, we have spied thine ilk before.
By what hubris think thine arms might stand afore the might of Thorne?
Speak no more of ‘nevermore’.”

The raven’s head did tilt and twist and quizzically it viewed him hence
Yet Pallas stayed his mighty blade, confusion gripping soul and more
“Wherefore art thou masters brave then? Tombstones ‘pon which names engraven.”
Yet unflinching stood it’s brazen gaze that burnt through armoured core 
“Hydra’s heads shall reign supreme from dust to dust and Throne to Thorne.”
Quoth the raven ‘Nevermore.”

Within Pallas rose an ire as a raging inner fire
Impudence of wretch’s tongue like insults flung hast brought it fore.
Sadly rage obscured unshaven brutes within said Nightly haven
Hydra’s blood ran through the cave in ruddy pools along the floor.
Thence the skull of Pallas stands resplendent ‘bove the raven’s door.
Thorne supreme reigns nevermore.


First Test-Crow

Posted on October 27th, 2017 under , , , , , . Posted by

I’m rather pleased :) pretty time consuming mixing up various shades of greeny/bluey black (thanks Zab for the suggestion!) that sort of look little different from each other, but I suppose if that was the aim in the first place I shouldn’t complain ;)…

First Test-Crow

Posted on October 27th, 2017 under , , , , , . Posted by

I’m rather pleased :) pretty time consuming mixing up various shades of greeny/bluey black (thanks Zab for the suggestion!) that sort of look little different from each other, but I suppose if that was the aim in the first place I shouldn’t complain ;)…

A break from your usual programming: Iron Sleet Invitational

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

Artwork by Shawn CossWhile the vast majority of my hobby stuff is eldar-centric, I have been tempted away on occasion to make some slightly more human creations. The opportunity to contribute something to the brilliant world building around the&nb…

A break from your usual programming: Iron Sleet Invitational

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

Artwork by Shawn CossWhile the vast majority of my hobby stuff is eldar-centric, I have been tempted away on occasion to make some slightly more human creations. The opportunity to contribute something to the brilliant world building around the&nb…

Prince Morrathillienn. 7th Heir to the House of Ulthanash. Survivor of the Endless Darkness. Prince of the Khaine’s Ravens

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

To the naked eye, it would appear as nothing but the blank void of interstellar space. Yet here lurked a giant. Anasduril, it was called. The vast extinguished hulk of a star. Once the seat of one of many pre-Fall kingdoms, its derelict orbitals and sh…

Prince Morrathillienn. 7th Heir to the House of Ulthanash. Survivor of the Endless Darkness. Prince of the Khaine’s Ravens

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

To the naked eye, it would appear as nothing but the blank void of interstellar space. Yet here lurked a giant. Anasduril, it was called. The vast extinguished hulk of a star. Once the seat of one of many pre-Fall kingdoms, its derelict orbitals and sh…

First Farseer of the Angvai

Posted on October 18th, 2017 under , , , , , . Posted by

Alileath felt for the presence of the seer, reaching out with her psychic senses. From high above the seer appeared as a placid lake, barely a ripple disturbing its cool surfaces. Familiar. The Path of the Seer required utmost concentration. Damnation awaited those who wavered. However, this time curiosity got the better of her. She leant in closer, desiring to look beneath the surface. Instantly she wished he hadn’t. Roiling, seething rage howled beneath the placid surface. Loss, anger, desperation. Wailing around and around and around doing nought but gather momentum. Sweet mother Isha. What kind of mind could hammer that into submission. Alileath couldn’t decide whether to be reassured or terrified that such a mind was leading the Angvai.

‘Bellatheral’ they call him. ‘Warmaker’. Never had a name been more fitting.


Bellatheral stalked the ruined battlefield. Around him his warriors fought and fell. The might of the mon keigh filth was strong here, but he couldn’t stop now. After all they’d been through, after all they’d lost. To give up now would be unthinkable. They must prevail.


An axe-wielding brute charged towards him, shrieking its litanies and chants. As their gaze met Bellatheral momentarily shunted all of his grief, all of his loss, all of his anger directly into the poor primitive’s brain. His moment of catharsis was rather marred by bits of the unfortunate creature striking his armour. 

Perhaps some day he’ll have transferred the very last drop and the momentary tranquillity would last forever, but as yet that font had proven limitless.


Flitting about between projects now, but this guy’s hot off the presses :)
I’ve had this guy on the workbench for a while now pending a Harlequin’s Caress for his right arm, but eventually I got fed up of waiting for them to come into stock on bits sites and blew £15 on a whole Harlie kit just for one bit :S never shall I be accused of being financially responsible 😉
Hopefully he conveys what I wanted him to. The backstory for my craftworld is that they’ve gone through an Iyanden-scale extinction event in the recent past, but rather than mourning their grief has fostered anger and resentment within them.
So…basically eldar Angry Marines 😉
Hope you like him!

First Farseer of the Angvai

Posted on October 18th, 2017 under , , , , , . Posted by

Alileath felt for the presence of the seer, reaching out with her psychic senses. From high above the seer appeared as a placid lake, barely a ripple disturbing its cool surfaces. Familiar. The Path of the Seer required utmost concentration. Damnation awaited those who wavered. However, this time curiosity got the better of her. She leant in closer, desiring to look beneath the surface. Instantly she wished he hadn’t. Roiling, seething rage howled beneath the placid surface. Loss, anger, desperation. Wailing around and around and around doing nought but gather momentum. Sweet mother Isha. What kind of mind could hammer that into submission. Alileath couldn’t decide whether to be reassured or terrified that such a mind was leading the Angvai.

‘Bellatheral’ they call him. ‘Warmaker’. Never had a name been more fitting.


Bellatheral stalked the ruined battlefield. Around him his warriors fought and fell. The might of the mon keigh filth was strong here, but he couldn’t stop now. After all they’d been through, after all they’d lost. To give up now would be unthinkable. They must prevail.


An axe-wielding brute charged towards him, shrieking its litanies and chants. As their gaze met Bellatheral momentarily shunted all of his grief, all of his loss, all of his anger directly into the poor primitive’s brain. His moment of catharsis was rather marred by bits of the unfortunate creature striking his armour. 

Perhaps some day he’ll have transferred the very last drop and the momentary tranquillity would last forever, but as yet that font had proven limitless.


Flitting about between projects now, but this guy’s hot off the presses :)
I’ve had this guy on the workbench for a while now pending a Harlequin’s Caress for his right arm, but eventually I got fed up of waiting for them to come into stock on bits sites and blew £15 on a whole Harlie kit just for one bit :S never shall I be accused of being financially responsible 😉
Hopefully he conveys what I wanted him to. The backstory for my craftworld is that they’ve gone through an Iyanden-scale extinction event in the recent past, but rather than mourning their grief has fostered anger and resentment within them.
So…basically eldar Angry Marines 😉
Hope you like him!

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 …

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…