New Window Mural begins! - The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt

I started a new mural today. It's been two years since my Last of Us piece and I thought it might be time to get the markers, rulers and paints out again. What better game to do it for eh? Reminds me, I really have to get finishing that Witch Build....

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INQ28 - Update on Inquisitorial Henchman

Here's an update on the Inquisitorial Disciple. I've been chugging away at him when I can in the evening. 10 minutes here. 5 minutes there. He's coming along nicely and I'm pretty happy with him given that he's the third human model I've ever painted. The Zenital Priming really helped with highlights and the jacket really didn't need all that much work! I've to finish off the lower half of him, add some more highlights to the hands, armour and lasgun and finally work in a few markings here and there. He'll be finished next update. Promise.

I have to apologise for the quality of the picture as when it comes to taking pictures of plastics my phone rocks, but throw in some variety in colour there and it goes haywire. I'll hopefully be able to sort that in the next little while.

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INQ28 - Improving on Perfection

"It is said you can not improve on perfection....I disagree"

-Magos Vladivus, formerly of the Magos Biologis

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INQ28 - Henchman Painting begins and Baby Updates

It's not much, but it's a beginning. I've decided to go with the old fashioned pilot jacket colours with a worn brown leather finish. The armour is inspired by the below picture, a work by Karl Kopinski, one of the greatest artists to have produced work for Games Workshop. It's far from finished however.

The idea behind my Henchman is that he is an old imperial pilot, turned smuggler, turned Inquisitorial Henchman/pilot. He's kind of come full circle but isn't exactly unhappy with his situation. He'd be dead if it wasn't for his Employer. With this in mind I'll be throwing some blues in there to represent his time spent in the Imperial Navy, but they'll be very minimal. In fact, with this paint scheme I'll be going for a very minimalistic approach in general. Trying to not get tied up in the details as a way of experimenting on my own part.

I hope you enjoy following my progress and you are very patient to be doing so.

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For those interested, my lady is getting on very well as is our soon to be born spawn. As proof, here's a photo I think you might enjoy:

We have just under four months left before birth....I am both terrified and excited.

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Back with a paint splat!

Hello again guys. It's been a little while since I've posted anything miniature related. I've been kept busy what with work and a baba on the way! The house is now getting to a much more baby friendly state which I'm very proud of myself and my lady for. Not that it was terrible, but we do have a lot of stuff between the pair of us! I've managed to acquire a couple of methods of miniature organisation and have now the means to keep my plastic crack away from tiny hands! Huzzah!

I've been on the scrounge for e-waste of all types with the aim of making my own terrain fit for gaming at home so you'll be seeing some of that in the time to come. It'll be suitably grungy and hive worldy, with a few twists here and there. My aim is for it to be suitable for games of 40k, Inq28 and Necromunda.

As you can see above, there's finally painting going on again! Not for Project Morrslieb or my INQ28 work that's slowly coming together but for my Nids' which are in need of a paint far more at the moment. Our Escalation Campaign is chugging along slowly due to many of us not having the time to donate to playing games. Damn adult life. These Termagants are still a work in progress, requiring one more skin wash, carapace highlights and a base but they're battlefield ready and I'll be moving on to the trio of Warriors I've put together to get them to the same level of completion before applying the last steps.

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Project Morrslieb: A shriek in the night

Gotz swung the door open, catching it before it slammed against the wall. The action caused the two shadows cowering behind him to yelp.

“Hush now!” he scolded with a whisper.

“S-sorry, father” came the sobbed response.

Just a moment before he had heard a shrill cry, like that of a woman's. The noise had come from just down the hill. He strained his ears, keeping his head inside the door frame. His mind had concocted dark things, fiends that even now lay siege to his home, crawling along the rafters and rooftop, lairing in at his family through thin windows. He shook his head clear of such thoughts. They were reserved for the weak and young. He was Gotz Hartmann, Captain of the 23^rd Stirland Swords, or at least he had been. Confident that all was well, he closed the door and turned to his wife and daughter.

“It's all okay” he insisted gently, “must have been a fox or some such anim-”.

He was interrupted by the definite sound of a woman crying in fear, only this time it was much closer. Without looking back at the closed door, he made for the fireplace, ushering his family toward the back of the room. He pulled a well polished sword from above the mantle, tested its weight in his hand and made for the door. This time he opened it sharply, walked out onto the doorstep and into the night air.

It was cold outside, the first leaves of the season had started to fall, covering the little laneway before his home in shiny amber and dark brown hues. The trees that surrounded the little house seemed to sing in the wind and the leaves danced to their tune, pirouetting in and out of the clawing branches that reached for his home threateningly like pallid Banshees in the moonlight. A third cry brought Gotz to a standstill at the end of the little path that wound down from his open door. The sword in his hand felt familiar but heavy. It had been a long time since he had last lifted it and he found himself wishing he had kept his practice in check. Whatever foul business was afoot this night, he meant to face it. He had witnessed so many things, most of which a man would do better not to and all of which he would make sure his family would never have to.  

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