Asslessman
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AT LAST ! 
I'll pick another one, gosh, was it a year ago already ? Damn...
I'll pick another one, gosh, was it a year ago already ? Damn...
Bestiary of the Exalted and the Unfortunate
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Plaiecivile
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Quick update, 40 more Khorne champions available, 145 and 190 are quite juicy 
Plaiecivile
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A beast of nurgle face hey? I'm sure the challenge is up to your skills 
Although you are right, sculpting a very hugly disformed face yet being coherent and plausible is quite a challenge.
I think I'll get on that tonight just to try where I can get this! Considere this a challenge
Although you are right, sculpting a very hugly disformed face yet being coherent and plausible is quite a challenge.
I think I'll get on that tonight just to try where I can get this! Considere this a challenge
Plaiecivile
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So here is my attemp at a nurgle beast face... Is it convincing?
Dwarf --- Growth (x3), evil eye, bestial face - beast of nurgle, FP4
Dwarf --- Growth (x3), evil eye, bestial face - beast of nurgle, FP4
Mr Papafakis
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Is that a piece of cork your using for the shield? Very clever!
Mr Tough Guy
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Not sure it exactly looks like a beast of Nurgle, but it does look cool, maybe more of a great unclean one tbh, although the look of a beast of nurgle is very differnt between the differnt versions, and it does look very cool so I wouldn't sweat it, although maybe a few more tentacles would reinforce the beast of nurgle look
Plaiecivile
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It is funny you talk about a more recent sculpt, I really had in mind the exaggerate mouth, teeth and protruding eyes of the first version of the nurgle beast… Oh well!
As for the tentacles I will definitely rework that, I myself was not too sure about the size, but I will keep them going backward as if it was a mane of hair.
As for the shield, I was looking in my bit box for a proper shield without success, until I realized the cork on my desk had the perfect size and texture for some old rotten shield. I will definitely use that material for all my Nurgle champions.
Oh and this warmhearted dwarf already has a name, Barrlin Corntooth… And yes he will have very bad teeth!
As for the tentacles I will definitely rework that, I myself was not too sure about the size, but I will keep them going backward as if it was a mane of hair.
As for the shield, I was looking in my bit box for a proper shield without success, until I realized the cork on my desk had the perfect size and texture for some old rotten shield. I will definitely use that material for all my Nurgle champions.
Oh and this warmhearted dwarf already has a name, Barrlin Corntooth… And yes he will have very bad teeth!
Plaiecivile
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After many incantations, I claim this thread shall live, again! mouhahaha
Mr Papafakis
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Yeah!!!!!!
How's the dwarf coming along?
How's the dwarf coming along?
Plaiecivile
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New entries on the Khorne and Nurgle list, pick your own!
Gallivantes
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Good call reviving this thread. It is mad and genius.
Could someone please explain the numbering system? Why are they increments of 5, like 005, 010, 015 etc. Some people refer to the entry as such, some list the bracket. Like
Is it to allow up to 5 people to use the same entry and still have unique numbers for them in the end or what? I am mystified
Could someone please explain the numbering system? Why are they increments of 5, like 005, 010, 015 etc. Some people refer to the entry as such, some list the bracket. Like
or just
Is it to allow up to 5 people to use the same entry and still have unique numbers for them in the end or what? I am mystified
Plaiecivile
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Let me enlighten your path my friend.
The original list was built so you could simply throw a d1000 and get a random champion without going through the detailed process of creating a new character profile. Therefore Nurgle 030 refers to the champion you would get from 26 to 30 on a d1000.
Now tell me, which one will be yours?
The original list was built so you could simply throw a d1000 and get a random champion without going through the detailed process of creating a new character profile. Therefore Nurgle 030 refers to the champion you would get from 26 to 30 on a d1000.
Now tell me, which one will be yours?
Gallivantes
Member
Ah now I get it! A random table random table.
Looking at my build/conversion queue alone I have a dragon lord, three daemon princes, juggernauts, dragon ogres, chaos hounds, a war altar, chaos dwarves, chaos knights and beastmen. Then to paint all that, then paint a slew of unconverted models.
But hey, I evidently embrace parallell projects so maybe one more is what I need
Oh I have been considering that already! I wasn't successful in pairing my bits box immediately with anything on the list. I'm also trying not to be too derailed from progressing with my four ongoing army projects! However, three of those are chaos so I have reserved the idea of making something to fit this thread, should the opportunity arise.Now tell me, which one will be yours?
Looking at my build/conversion queue alone I have a dragon lord, three daemon princes, juggernauts, dragon ogres, chaos hounds, a war altar, chaos dwarves, chaos knights and beastmen. Then to paint all that, then paint a slew of unconverted models.
But hey, I evidently embrace parallell projects so maybe one more is what I need
Plaiecivile
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Now have a look on first page, BEU 2016 is here at last!
It is thinner than I first imagine, but I had to draw the line in order to get it done.
Hopefully it will motivate many of you to get in the process!
It is thinner than I first imagine, but I had to draw the line in order to get it done.
Hopefully it will motivate many of you to get in the process!
Fimm McCool
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Brilliant publication! 
Gallivantes
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I have an entry! At first I thought this challenge would have to wait in favour of my other projects. I had however read through the champion list and as I was working on some handlers for my chaos hounds something felt weirdly familiar about the figure I was working on. It was a beastman of diminutive stature...
Number 320, or at least something that sounded a lot like him, was hiding amongst my chaos hounds! What a sneaky little b*stard. Now that I knew who he was I concocted a backstory for him and as I kept working on him I made sure he fit the description of no.320.
Now the eagle-eyed among you may have noticed that he's not levitating. That's koscher as the guidelines state that only physical attributes need be represented. I have adressed this in his backstory, so it all makes sense...
Here's the background draft for no.320, otherwise known as...
UALAC STINKEYE, GOAT-FACED PYGMY HOUNDSWAIN OF NURGLE
BACKGROUND ----------
Ualac was once a simple shepherd minding his flock of goats in the hinterlands of Kislev. Beside him loped his only friends, two large cattle dogs. Together they herded the goats of the village and fended off the wolves who came too close when the winters were harsh and food was scarce.
One day Ualac's village was visited by an awful malady. First there was a swelling of the eyes, accompanied by a vile stench. Without exception everybody who caught the Eye Rot soon turned blind, then mad, then died. Before too long anyone who showed signs of carrying the Eye Rot were driven out of the village.
When Ualac realised the sickness had taken hold of him he dropped to his knees and prayed to the gods. "Who will tend to my flock and dogs?" he cried. "Who will keep the village safe from wolves once I'm gone?" But in his heart of hearts the thing that truly scared him was death. So he prayed for salvation, and Nurgle answered.
Father Nurgle stayed the worst effects of the affliction, but there were still signs of it upon Ualacs face. He went about his daily business with his hood pulled down low, hoping nobody would see. At night he starting having dreams where voices whispered to him to stop hiding, to show to the world what he truly was. The following day he shuddered at the memory of those voices and dragged his hood down again.
One day in the middle of the village the voices came to him, urging him. "Ssshow yourssself... ssshow yourssself...". He dropped to his knees and clawed at his head, trying to make the voices go away. Suddenly he had a strange sensation as if he was falling. He couldn't feel the ground below him and a sickening sensation grabbed hold of his guts.
Looking up from under his hood he realised what was going on. He was hovering in midair in the centre of the village, borne aloft by some arcane power. His hood he had torn off, his face was out for all to see. A crowd started to gather. The fearful villagers shrieked in fear about black magic, curses and the Eye Rot. Ualac fell to the ground and minutes later he had been driven out of the village, pelted with rocks. The voices in his head had ceased but as he fled the hamlet he was certain he heard a mocking laughter rolling over the hills, deep and mirthful.
Out in the wild Ualac survived only with the help of his dogs. Whatever small game the dogs caught, they shared. Living like an animal, he persevered. He did not know how long they had been out in the wild when one day he saw his reflection in a pool of stagnant water – he had grown stunted and misshapen. That damned Eye Rot was still there, but his features had also started to morph into those of the goats he once had tended. What cruel joke was this? Perhaps this unsettling transformation explained why the dogs had grown increasingly harder to handle. At times he had had to resort to harsh methods to keep them in check. As a pack they had stayed intact, but there was less of the old relationship and more of a necessary arrangement to survive.
The next turn of events came when Ualac and his hounds, having wandered far north, chanced upon a travelling warband of grim warriors. Among them was a pack of war dogs kept in charge by a cruel taskmaster, a massive ogre with a barbed whip and a random assortment of misshapen freaks to help him keep the frantic pack in check. Ualac and his companions naturally fell in with this lot, touched by Chaos they were readily accepted. Small he may be, but he has mastered the skill of levitation that visited him that fateful day in his old village. This has saved him from the jaws of the hounds more than once. Bitter and resentful he now tends a different sort of flock to stay alive.
As the warband turns south to raid the hamlets of Kislev, Ualac ponders the oath of revenge he has sworn should they ever visit that village he once called home.
COMPOSITION ----------
- Plastic Snotling Body
- Plastic Gor head
- Plastic Goblin Spear arm from 4th Ed box
- Plastic round shield
- Greenstuff
After the Snotling body had received the Gor headswap and spear toting goblin arm I went about greenstuffing various areas to disguise the original parts. The head got the most attention, receiving a whole new face using the Gor as a structural foundation. Swollen eyelids were added to illustrate the "Eye Rot" trait.
A new neck, chest and gut was sculpted to bulk out the small snotling body and add a bit of a paunch. The loincloth was extended and animated to add a bit of dynamism to the spear hefting pose.
The goblin spear had some barbs added to look a little more sinister. I was also going for a bit of a pitchfork look. I'm not entirely sure why, there is probably a mix of goblin squig handlers, roman Retiarii and animal tamers knocking about in my head. It looks like it's good at keeping things at bay.
I sculpted the features of a beast on the face of a plain round shield to reinforce the beast handler theme and to add some visual interest to the rear view.
I chose not to depict the levitation ability directly in the model as I have never felt fully satisfied with models mounted on clear plastic supports. I wrote the levitation into the backstory as something he uses as he sees fits instead.
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The Chaos hound pack that Ualac nowadays ekes out his miserable existence in, complete with ogre and handler gang, can be seen in more detail over in my army thread at http://forum.oldhammer.org.uk/viewtopic.php?f=20&t=8794&p=82817#p82817 for those who are curious.
Plaiecivile":1qlcmy1b said:
Number 320, or at least something that sounded a lot like him, was hiding amongst my chaos hounds! What a sneaky little b*stard. Now that I knew who he was I concocted a backstory for him and as I kept working on him I made sure he fit the description of no.320.
Now the eagle-eyed among you may have noticed that he's not levitating. That's koscher as the guidelines state that only physical attributes need be represented. I have adressed this in his backstory, so it all makes sense...
Here's the background draft for no.320, otherwise known as...
UALAC STINKEYE, GOAT-FACED PYGMY HOUNDSWAIN OF NURGLE
BACKGROUND ----------
Ualac was once a simple shepherd minding his flock of goats in the hinterlands of Kislev. Beside him loped his only friends, two large cattle dogs. Together they herded the goats of the village and fended off the wolves who came too close when the winters were harsh and food was scarce.
One day Ualac's village was visited by an awful malady. First there was a swelling of the eyes, accompanied by a vile stench. Without exception everybody who caught the Eye Rot soon turned blind, then mad, then died. Before too long anyone who showed signs of carrying the Eye Rot were driven out of the village.
When Ualac realised the sickness had taken hold of him he dropped to his knees and prayed to the gods. "Who will tend to my flock and dogs?" he cried. "Who will keep the village safe from wolves once I'm gone?" But in his heart of hearts the thing that truly scared him was death. So he prayed for salvation, and Nurgle answered.
Father Nurgle stayed the worst effects of the affliction, but there were still signs of it upon Ualacs face. He went about his daily business with his hood pulled down low, hoping nobody would see. At night he starting having dreams where voices whispered to him to stop hiding, to show to the world what he truly was. The following day he shuddered at the memory of those voices and dragged his hood down again.
One day in the middle of the village the voices came to him, urging him. "Ssshow yourssself... ssshow yourssself...". He dropped to his knees and clawed at his head, trying to make the voices go away. Suddenly he had a strange sensation as if he was falling. He couldn't feel the ground below him and a sickening sensation grabbed hold of his guts.
Looking up from under his hood he realised what was going on. He was hovering in midair in the centre of the village, borne aloft by some arcane power. His hood he had torn off, his face was out for all to see. A crowd started to gather. The fearful villagers shrieked in fear about black magic, curses and the Eye Rot. Ualac fell to the ground and minutes later he had been driven out of the village, pelted with rocks. The voices in his head had ceased but as he fled the hamlet he was certain he heard a mocking laughter rolling over the hills, deep and mirthful.
Out in the wild Ualac survived only with the help of his dogs. Whatever small game the dogs caught, they shared. Living like an animal, he persevered. He did not know how long they had been out in the wild when one day he saw his reflection in a pool of stagnant water – he had grown stunted and misshapen. That damned Eye Rot was still there, but his features had also started to morph into those of the goats he once had tended. What cruel joke was this? Perhaps this unsettling transformation explained why the dogs had grown increasingly harder to handle. At times he had had to resort to harsh methods to keep them in check. As a pack they had stayed intact, but there was less of the old relationship and more of a necessary arrangement to survive.
The next turn of events came when Ualac and his hounds, having wandered far north, chanced upon a travelling warband of grim warriors. Among them was a pack of war dogs kept in charge by a cruel taskmaster, a massive ogre with a barbed whip and a random assortment of misshapen freaks to help him keep the frantic pack in check. Ualac and his companions naturally fell in with this lot, touched by Chaos they were readily accepted. Small he may be, but he has mastered the skill of levitation that visited him that fateful day in his old village. This has saved him from the jaws of the hounds more than once. Bitter and resentful he now tends a different sort of flock to stay alive.
As the warband turns south to raid the hamlets of Kislev, Ualac ponders the oath of revenge he has sworn should they ever visit that village he once called home.
COMPOSITION ----------
- Plastic Snotling Body
- Plastic Gor head
- Plastic Goblin Spear arm from 4th Ed box
- Plastic round shield
- Greenstuff
After the Snotling body had received the Gor headswap and spear toting goblin arm I went about greenstuffing various areas to disguise the original parts. The head got the most attention, receiving a whole new face using the Gor as a structural foundation. Swollen eyelids were added to illustrate the "Eye Rot" trait.
A new neck, chest and gut was sculpted to bulk out the small snotling body and add a bit of a paunch. The loincloth was extended and animated to add a bit of dynamism to the spear hefting pose.
The goblin spear had some barbs added to look a little more sinister. I was also going for a bit of a pitchfork look. I'm not entirely sure why, there is probably a mix of goblin squig handlers, roman Retiarii and animal tamers knocking about in my head. It looks like it's good at keeping things at bay.
I sculpted the features of a beast on the face of a plain round shield to reinforce the beast handler theme and to add some visual interest to the rear view.
I chose not to depict the levitation ability directly in the model as I have never felt fully satisfied with models mounted on clear plastic supports. I wrote the levitation into the backstory as something he uses as he sees fits instead.
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The Chaos hound pack that Ualac nowadays ekes out his miserable existence in, complete with ogre and handler gang, can be seen in more detail over in my army thread at http://forum.oldhammer.org.uk/viewtopic.php?f=20&t=8794&p=82817#p82817 for those who are curious.
A piece of genius, sir, I love the whole composition.