03 February 2017

Remember Cadia: Our Brave Returning Heroes

Previously on Remember Cadia.
The forces of chaos did a very bad thing. Cadia was destroyed.

 


And now...
The last survivors of Cadia fight on against the Black Legion on the moon of Klaisus. Reports reach sector commanders that a small flotilla of lifeboats, merchantmen and Imperial Navy craft evacuated a tiny fraction of the population of Cadia - mainly civilians and injured service personnel. These refugees have been directed to safe space, outside the warzone.




Upon reaching sanctuary, Cadian veterans find that they are reviled and mistreated by the local population. Tainted by the whiff of chaos and the dishonour of failure.

A badly injured Cadian veteran is spat on and sneered at by locals.

31 January 2017

Remember Cadia: Sky Marshal Samuel "Silverback" DiBrando


Before.

After spending about twenty objective years perpetually at about three subjectives seconds to galactic midnight, the timeline in the Imperium is finally progressing.  This is a fun thing.
Well, not fun for the Imperium generally, but for fans.

After.
Pretty much off the starting blocks, Cadia was destroyed.
In a middle aged effort to remain relevant with hip, young folk the Creeps have decided to paint some Cadians.

22 January 2017

The HeroQuest Hero Quest: The Wizard



Last to the party, but still with monsters following behind him, comes The Wizard!


Fistion the Fabulous (The name given to him by his parents was Reginald, but seriously who's going to be in awe of 'The Mighty Reginald'!?!) jogged through the dimly lit corridors. A drip of something cold fell from the ceiling and ran down inside his tunic.


Buffdar the Buffoon (something that Reggie promised himself to say out loud one day) had gone into the next room and Fistion could hear the clash of steal. It was probably more orcs; Buffdumn always roared that way when fighting the greeskins.

Fristion heard a grunt from his cerebrally challenged companion and immediately reached into his pockets for his spell cards.  Looks like the big fellow was going to get the healing spell again. Fristion really hoped that the diminutive grumpy one managed to release Mydicyn... er..... Medicanyc...  er..... The Elf from the lat trap. He hated having to use his staff on orcs - it wasn't fair! They had more dice than him!!

I volunteered to paint the wizard almost straight away. I have long planned to paint my heroquest set and what better way to start than as part of a Creep project. I started him only shortly after Cheetor started his dwarf and almost immediately stalled. This has been the most difficult model that I have ever painted! He has no details other than the ripples on his cloak. I have been told to avoid free-handing a 28mm face and I now know why - it destroys your soul!

However, after getting an awesome Secret WIPster present of Mongrol, I set myself the restriction of not being allowed to paint anything else, until the wizard was done.

So, here he is (he's not perfect, but I'm reasonably pleased with how he came out):




I really hope we get the chance to put all these HQ models together for a game one day.

15 January 2017

The Creepmas Secret Santa



The Creeps organised a Secret Santa gift exchange last December, with each participant getting a single miniature from another anonymous Creep on Xmas Eve.

25 December 2016

We Wish You a Merry Creepmas - Part 3: The War on Creepmas


"Season's Greetings to all and to all a-"

"What did you just say...?"

"I said... seasons... greetings to a- wait! What are you doing? Put that sword down what are youAAAAAARGHHHkttktthhhhhh......"

"Let that be a lesson to ALL of you! I am the Creepmas Elf, and 'The War on Creepmas' just got real!"

22 December 2016

We Wish You A Merry Creepmas - Part 2


In which batch two of the Wipsters manage to get their Christmas themed figures on the computer and displayed for all to see!

Whiskey Priest: A Christmas No-el



'Oh Hello. Err..Do you want to come in for a mince pie and some milk?'

'No'

'Oh, Brandy perhaps? Some mulled wine?'

'No'

'Ok. Is there something else you'd like?'

'No'

'Em. Can I help you with anything then?'

'No'

'So are you just going to stand at my door looking grumpy? I mean, it's not even dark yet and I do have a chimney that you could use. Is it the chimney? Have I not cleaned it properly? The little boy I sent up there said it was all clear right before he... '

'No'

'What is it then? You can't just stand there freaking me out. Are you going to say anything else but no?'

'No'

'Aw come on! This is so weird! Why are you doing this? Look, you must be Santa, you've got the pre-cola look going on, you've park your sleigh in my flower bed....aww come one that with red nose just shat in my water bucket!'

'No'

'He did, i just watched him. He fucking did!'

'No'

'Right. Thats it! Fuck you! Get off my property, i want you and your mob of stupid big antelopes of my lawn'

'No'

'Aaaaarrgggh!' Slam!


Cheetor: Bark the Herald Angels Sing


My local-ish Warhammer Store is running a competition, to build and paint a winter themed Warhammer miniature.

Naughty
After deciding to take part, choosing a model was surprisingly easy.  I painted an old Citadel Space Santa in 2014, so I figured that adding a Space-Xmas tree to accompany him on his interstellar breaking and entering spree would be apt.

My submission would be a motile, bio-weapon armed, skull covered, homicidal Xmas treeperson from space, to hang around with Santa from space.  Why not?
Not Nice.
Because kitbashing space Xmas tree people miniatures is pain in the arse.

Luckily also in 2014 I made a few space dryads (long before the Sylvaneth came along and stole my shtick, sciencedammit) so I had a fair idea how to proceed.


This microproject was quite enjoyably seasonal. I have to say.

There is something very Judge Dredd about an armed sci-fi Santa and his armed Xmas treebeast, so 28mm Mega City One is where I am most likely to get some gaming use out of "Holly" I reckon.

Thats also why she has a third arm/branch holding a big ol' alien gun behind her back.

Festive PEW-PEWs to all.


21 December 2016

We Wish You a Merry Creepmas! - Part 1

With the traditional festivities for the end of the year going on, some WIPsters have decided to celebrate them the best (if not only) way they know: painted models. Below are the first set of festive miniatures, with a second post due if more of our intrepid Wipsters can dodge wrapping things and drinking stuff in order to paint their entries before Christmas is upon us.

Santa is coming.

Now take a seat, a nice drink and enjoy the quiet joy of painted models before the frenzy of calories, children screaming all around, sitting next to your in-laws and such wonderful times.


Asslessman: Nativity in the Hive.


After having both my space Santa and and Sanity Klaws painted last year, I was short on Christmas themed miniatures I must say.
Things is, I'm absolutely not fond of the red and green associated with that time of the year and the thought of giving a red nose and candy stick to some other "normal" model was beyond me...
But then what ? Oh there's this other Christmas story yes, the one about the birth of a kid whose 33 years on earth have changed the world afterward.
Now here's something I feel more comfortable with, I had just the perfect couple of models for it and I had the idea to make this  fun.
So here's my Christmas entry, a sinister nativity scene with the birth of a child that might very well change the face of his world...


Axiom: Candlemas in The Slump

Every year, just around the winter equinox, inhabitants of The Slump gather round the dung fires to share a meal of roast hag-lice and a glass of radshine. Legend has it that the infamous bounty hunter, The Blessed Sniklaus, visits The Slump, delivering gifts to the needy and worthy and summary justice to the good. The Blessed Sniklaus is a barrel-chested man with a booming voice and an expansive dark beard. He rides a sledded grav-sled, laden with packages and pulled by a tireless beast. The gifts are handed out by his grumpy squat happy little helper, accompanied by the festive jingling of his slung ammo belts. So as you hear the jolly "Ho, ho, ho!" and the whine of the grav-sled, you must ask yourself, have you been naughty or nice?




99% of all Space Santas are red with white trim. Fact. Cheetors's is. Asslessman's isn't, but he's a maverick (I am also a maverick. Your maverick measurement criteria are suspect - Cheetor) My Space Santa is less seasonal. More Brian Blessed than Richard Attenborough. Bombastic, unhinged, charismatic, dangerous to know!


Mr Saturday: Santa, Chaos Style

"So, how many skulls did you reap for Khorne this year sonny? Let's see if I have a mutation or daemon-flavoured lollipop in here for you..."

This is my first time painting something festive, and I had just the fellow. I spent some time tracking this guy down, and this was the perfect opportunity to get him under the brush. I give you Chaos Santa. What does he have in his sack for you?


For a rather venerable old sculpt, this lad is pretty big. That's a 32mm base he's striding over. He has a fair few nooks and crannies to get paint into, but he's a lovely chunky fellow and he's going to make sure you have a merry Christmas. The Gods demand it. Especially Khorne. Mad for Christmas that lad. Look at his colours, red, black, gold? All he needs is a big sack of skulls to give out and a fake beard. "HO HO HO MORTALS, KHORNE DEMANDS JOY! RIVERS OF BL- I MEAN JOY. PILES OF SK- AH, MERRIMENT, RISING UP TO THE SKY! CHAOS BLESS US, EVERY ONE!"


I had never used snow effects before, I used some slush and snow from Hudson & Allen I've had for years. It turned out pretty okay I think, I even found a bauble to throw in there.

It might be Santa, but he still has a nice meaty axe tucked into his belt. That ain't for cutting down the Christmas tree I'll warrant.

Stay tuned for Creepmas Part 2!