The Mistweaver

Nothing fancy on this one. No conversions, no new techniques, just a straight go at completing another character from the Warhammer Quest game; this time an Elf.

More of the Faceless

In the far north where the winds of change howl through ancient stones and the ruins of long gone cities, savage tribes swear dark oaths to secret powers. The lowest of their kind forswear their identities as only the strongest are allowed to claim a name. Until then they are known by the trophies of their enemies, skulls and bones and teeth driven into their own flesh, trophies bound to themselves with chains and hooks. Many an unwary traveller's final sight has been the blank unfeeling helm staring down upon them as their skin is flayed from their flesh....

The lowest of them are known as The Faceless.

More of the conversions from the cheap Warhammer Starter, continuing to explore the idea of this tribe from the far north. I'm starting to get a handle on the feel of them now so I reckon I can do something interesting with the next couple. 

This was a very simple conversion again, with only the helmet smoothed off and some ritual wounds added.

As you can see, the two of them so far hang together quite well. 

And just because I was curious if they could do double service, I wondered if they would work for SF as well...

My wife bought another present for my son - the one who is obsessed with wolves - and so I painted and based them up to work with this force I'm evolving.

You Can Run But You Cannot Hide

Gunnar fell against the rocks, hiding against the wind that scoured the scrubland on the edge of the Drift. He wrapped the camocloak around himself, huddling down. His breath rasped painfully. He had been fleeing for three weeks, snatching sleep and food where he could. One more day. One more day and he would reach Rorke's, where he would be safe. No-one broke the Pax there. He squinted his eyes against the wind. 

And slept.

Gunnar Anson was woken less than an hour later by a vast shadow blocking out the burnt orange sky. The smaller of the two figures standing over him clacked it's beaklike mouth rapidly. Was it... laughing? "You can run, human," it said, patting the flank of the vast reptile that accompanied it. "You can run. But you cannot hide."

Drycnath v'Lox, the best Xeno tracker and hunter in the Outer Rim occasionally comes down to the Drift. If the money is right, or the sport is good. His name is whispered everywhere outcasts and fringe people gather. If someone really wants you, the whispers go, they can get you killed easily enough. Life is cheap in the Drift, death even more so. But if someone wants you brought back to stand before them for whatever reason, then they call v'Lox. He will find you. And he will bring you back. Alive. 

This was an idea I had floating around for a while and turned into quite a simple build; the character established itself quite quickly through the build. The biggest difficulty was arranging the position of the two characters on the base to establish their relationship. In the end I put the hunter at the front. 

There's some bits of Eldar, Dryad and genestealer cult in the hunter, and the Hunting Beast is straight conversion of an old Cold One. 

The Faceless

In the far north where the winds of change howl through ancient stones and the ruins of long gone cities, savage tribes swear dark oaths to secret powers. The lowest of their kind forswear their identities as only the strongest are allowed to claim a name. Until then they are known by the trophies of their enemies, skulls and bones and teeth driven into their own flesh, trophies bound to themselves with chains and hooks. Many an unwary traveller's final sight has been the blank unfeeling helm staring down upon them as their skin is flayed from their flesh....

The lowest of them are known as The Faceless.

The Darkoath cheiftan was such a fabulous character that it started me asking questions: where did he come from? What sort of a culture birthed this trophy strewn beast: did it value glory or cunning? I wanted to explore these ideas further and see what happened.

This is the start of that exploration. A simple miniature from the Storm of Sigmar start set - this set chosen because it's basically dirt cheap - and then some conversion work.

I removed the details of the helm and the obvious chaos god symbols. I then added the chain and created a wound for it to come from. 

Normal zenithal priming and some filler and rock on the base. 

Here's the painting with the corrosion and rust and various veins and details on the skin. 

The last touch was snow on the base for that proper barbarian of the far north look. 

And here he is with the Darkoath. I think they go well together.