What's on the Painting Desk

Up first is a Space Marines Dark Angles Heavy Weapons trooper.

Front to back: Tyranid Termagants and a Tyranid Prime, Space Marine office, six Koren War PVA heavy weapons soldiers, a Marvel Superhero and a large Djinn.

All are plastic pieces.

Death Causes Me No Fear

Death is a terror to most and hen he is in his war-gear he is an even more oppressive sight.

"Turn and cringe in terror at my sight little hoplite"

"Ha, I have faced the most fearsome monsters, demi-gods and even gods, you are but another in an endless line of horrors, why should I let fear stay my sword." says the defiant, brave and cursed Hoplite Hiktos Nuluk. "Do your worst!"

Death is a plastic piece from "Godtear" while Hiktos is a 25mm metal piece I painted in the 1970's from Ral Partha. I use him to show the scale of various large creature pieces I paint.

Not Orcs-Worse We Are the Brutals!

Brutals are a mix of Human and Orc combined by the darkest of sorceries.

The goal was to create a warrior cast that has the brute strength and fearlessness of Orcs with the intelligence and cunning of humans.

The cabal of sorcerers, under the leadership of the late Magnus Blk'hart,

learned to late how successful they were when the Brutals turned out to be uncontrollable.

For their Orc lust of violence and human lust for power lead them to destroy their very creators before they could attempt to control the Brutal's through strong spells.

Now, though few in number, (the cabal was smart enough to breed them as eunuchs) they have decided to gather both human and orc warriors who lust for battle so as to create an "Empire of the Brutals! 

The Brutals are plastic pieces I painted in March.

"Midnight Assassins" on the Hunt

A'bbe, B'ram & C'arolien are professional killers who specialize in striking their victims at night.

B'ram uses twin blades, for slicing and dicing.

C'arolien uses her "pigsticker" to pin her targets down.

Then C'arolien finishes the action with a little smash and bash with his iron headed mace. Then it's time to collect their payment, spend it and then on to the next "project."

The Midnight Assassins are plastic pieces I painted in March.

Starlight Power

Sigrid Stjenne, Mistress of Night Star Powers uses her powers to fight the powers of darkness.

Few people know of the powers of starlight and fewer still can successfully use these immense powers.

This is why Sigrid Stjenne's control over these powers are pivotal to maintaining the peace and security of the countryside.

Sigrid Stjenne is a plastic piece I painted in March.

Black Dragons Know they Are Beautiful

Marerittormkonge

"Fear my Beauty and Power" trumpets Marerittornkong (Nightmare Worm King), Lord of the Night.

Marerittornkong knows he is stunningly gorgeous, rich and fearsome.

No angle is not a lovely sight to his fellow dragons.

Soon he will seek a suitable mate..

although he realizes it will be a challenge to find one that is as matchless as he is.

No matter, Marerittornkong is willing to bless a lesser female with his favor for a quicky or two.

                                   Marerittornkong is a plastic piece I painted in March. 

Wow, you're not a big as your ego would imply blurts out our brave, and not to bright, cursed hoplite.

"Foolish mortal, En-Garde"

The Butcher Will See You Know

Maddoog Serffkilla, the "Butcher," looks down from his castle ramparts watching the latest peasant revolt playout below. 

His warriors make short work of the revolting commoners. They show no mercy on the peasants for they are as ruthless as their master, the Butcher.  They must be, or they will be the first to feel his clawed blades on their flesh and joints.

After the carnage the Butcher returns to his fortress with the few survivors, soon they will give him the names of their ring leaders and their families. The he will truly earn his title as he slowly renders their flesh from their bones to feed to his Hell Hounds.

When he is done it will be sometime before his cowed peasants again disturb his rest with their next futile revolt.

For he has the ear of the Darks Powers and fear on his side...for now...

The Beast is a plastic piece I painted in March.

Undead Mistress

It's only a nightmare...

or is it? For the power of Lich Mistress Ima Imorale'mortal can warp one's own reality to match hers.

Little of her once matchless beautiful flesh remains, a small price to pay in her soulless eyes for near eternal life and matchless power over the restless "dead."

When she appears to you in the "flesh" or a dream, don't delay just run away, don't look back, just pray to your god's that she loses interest in your body and soul.

Or maybe it is already too late, and you are...

DOOMED!

I painted this plastic Litch Mistress over the weekend.

Master Smith Kazduum

When war threatens Master Weapons Smith Bamkam Kazduum stands ready to create the latest tools to destroy the enemies of the clans.

                                                  

When you want to send a clear message, nothing impresses your foes as much as the "Kazaduum Boy Shredder" combination power-crossbow and blunderbuss.

His mechanical falcon with tempered steel talons is also a fine scout.

This is a plastic piece I painted last week.

Lost again, our "Brave and Cursed" hoplite Hiktos Nuluk asks the tower unknow warrior he is.

"You are in my domine for I am Dominus Ferrum Masculinum Rex "Titus" puny warrior, now you DIE!" If the cursed hoplite only could...

Uncommon Commoners

When war comes to their village these "Commoners" become uncommon elite warriors to defend their hearth and family.

Brynhold the matron grabs her deadly scythe, fools often she here as a helpless old crone-but only once. Akiel the farmer finds his pitchfork an excellent way to make his points.  Bjorn the blacksmith finds that his massive hammer makes a wonderful squashing sound when crushing the skulls of his foes. Ivar the butcher uses his razor-sharp bone cleaver works well on the bones of both beast and man. Anneli the "Maiden" has been a secret sword master since childhood when she was tutored in the use of the blade by a travelling knight that spent a year+ replenishing his youthful vigor in the village. While Gunnar the "Reaper" lives up to his professional title when he harvests the souls of those foolish enough to threaten his community of Dodens Landsby (Village of Death)

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These are plastic pieces I painted this week.