The corruption of The Flesh Tearers

Tariel put himself up painfully and looked at the runic hexcage he installed in his summoning room. It had been a long time since he had trouble summoning a single bloodletter, but maybe this time he went too far.

A bellow of endless fury answered his silenced fear. Reality broke apart as Skarbrand, breaker of a billion bones and once favoured bloodthirster of Khorne, brutally entered the room in an explosion of boiling blood that splattered all over the vast ceiling. Immediately, animated of a murderous instinct, he turned to face Tariel.

For a moment, their eyes locked and Tariel, feeling the impossible hunger for carnage of his opponent, felt his face whitening in fear. The first time he felt a bloodletter thirst for blood, he had been shocked in the same kind of way. But this, this monstrosity had spilled a thousand oceans of blood and was not an iota sated.
Through these eyes of eternal hatred, he saw the only cohesive thought in the abomination’s mind, the only memory it had and the very single thing he felt; a rage so unreal that it made Skarbrand’s own impossible fury seem meek. The rage of the Blood God himself and, for a moment, Tariel felt Khorne’s fingers choking him with a titanic brutality.

It only lasted for a split-second, but Khorne’s ire burnt its way throught the eldar’s subtle layers of psyche and, for Tariel’s complex soul, it seemed an eternity.

As Skarbrand charged, the archon hoped for a moment that his hexcage would hold, but with a deafening crack, the immaterial chains bonding the creature exploded in a ray of light without even slowing the bloodthirster. Something in Tariel broke at that moment or maybe unleashed.

Tariel did not even flinch. He stood real high;

There was no fear left in his soul;

No thought to call his bloodbrides bodyguards on the other side of the door a few steps away from him;

Not even the thought of unsheating his agonizer;

The only thing left in his soul was an all-consuming rage that mirrored Khorne’s own fury.

As the towering mass of muscle and pain to come was barely a few steps from him, Tariel gathered his might and hurled all his fury to the pathetic creature that dared oppose him.

The might of the psychic attack hit Skarbrand with the strength of a thunderbolt and stopped his rampaging charge. Tariel knees failed him and he came crashing on the ground, his body screaming in distress as a presence in the warp reacted to his presence.

All that Tariel could feel was a strong, all-consuming, musk that made his very soul numb in an unbearable pain. There was also a voice... a laughter that seemed to rejoice as it stabbed his mind with a billion shards of ecstasy. Every second lasted ages in a delightful agony as he felt his soul eaten away by the nemesis of the eldar race, She Who Thirsts, Slaanesh the Dark Prince.

An impossibly loud growl made itself head, going stronger by the moment. Skarbrand’s head suddenly turned to the circle of summoning as he recognized the voice. Turning back to his prey, he bellowed his endless rage to the feeble eldar as he rose up his mighty axe forged upon the fury of 5 Bloodthirsters in a pathetically useless attempt to kill the archon in a single throw before it happened.

The loud growl culminated and erupted in a world-shaking roar. A gigantic hand of dripping blood emerged from the glowing runes of endless psychic power. The Hand of Khorne reached out from the warp, took grasp of Skarbrand, Betrayer to the Throne of Skulls, and crushed his physical form to dust in one unholy movement.

Tariel’s soul was set aflame, ripped off of Slaanesh’s grasp in its final moments of existence, his body basking in the absolute rage of a timeless will as it was made alive again. His mind roaring in pain as it was forced back into life.

When the archon regained consciousness, he did not think about how lucky he was to have escaped She Who Thirts or how in pain he was. The only thoughts left in his soul was the smell of blood and the need to kill, to feel bones break under his weapons and flesh be rip apart by his blows.

He did not notice the unholy symbol burned into his very flesh, the mark of The Lord of Skulls.

He keeled and drank from the huge pool of blood left by The Hand.

It tasted good.

Tariel's dark secret

The small dark room darkened even more. The candles lit everywhere on the walls diminished greatly and a cold, unnatural wind played with Tariel’s hair for an impossible instant. The blood-filled symbols of timeless power carved all upon the ground started to glow a dim red.

Tariel noticed this and continued to utter his unholy invocation. His words were those of pure madness and chaos, their only existence madly impossible and their substance a foul insult to sanity. With each passing second the room twisted evermore, but Tariel cared not. This was his blood right; one his family possessed for eons, but that was only rediscovered by his father, archon Ysclyth.

A thick red mist slowly started climbing from the ground along with a loud roar of endless fury, both of them growing quite rapidly. A single drop of sweat came crashing along the ground from Tariel’s forehead.

The incantations continued and Tariel’s hands started shaking uncontrollably as the psychic effort asked of his mind grew ever higher.

The sigils of power were now filling the room with an unreal light made of raw bloodlust, strengthening the creature slowly taking form in the middle of them.
As he finished the last sentence, his knees failed him; he fell on his hands, extenuated. Yet, his deed was not yet accomplished.

He smelled the stench of blood long before the bloodletter finally took speech. Hissing, he uttered, as if words of mere mortals were unusual to him :

-Why did you call me, prey of She Who Thirsts?

Tariel allowed himself a small smile and thought for a moment of that planet that he planned of assaulting in the next few days. Many factions wanted to claim this planet’s resources, but with a daemonic host at his command in addition to his kabal, none could stay his wrath. He had much work to do.

-Now that you mention it, blood-thing...

W.I.P soul drinkers ; A'Nark'Adon

Salut la gang.

Puisque Lord Inquisitor G est très occupé ces temps-ci et n'a que très peu de temps pour le blog, il m'a donné les droits de poster sur le blog afin de le maintenir en vie. Alors sans tarder : mes work in progress :

Vendredi dernier, puisqu'on avait congé, j'ai décidé de commencer à assembler mes nouveaux raiders puisqu'ils me narguaient du haut de leur boîtes puisque je n'avait pas de colle plastique. Mon matin de modélisme s'est transformé de lui-même en journée de modélisme XD.

Alors voila, j'ai assemblé mes 3 raiders qui sont beaucoup mieux que les anciens dont deux sont destinés à des squads de kabalite trueborns ( les dark eldar mis au monde naturellement et non par croissance dans un gros aquarium) et ceux-là sont plutôt semblables alors que le troisième transportera mon archon et mes 5 incubi alors celui-ci est voulu pour être pimped up

Remarquez que mes nouveaux raiders tiennent parfaitement sur leur base transparente sans aucune colle!!!! ce qui n'est absolument pas le cas des anciens qui ont légèrement tendance à s'évacher partout XD

Pas grand chose à dire de plus puisque je n'ai pas fait de conversion vraiment. Ah oui une chose : pour ceux qui le savent il est sensé y avoir des dark eldar accrochés aux rebords des raiders. Et bien je vais peinturer ceux-ci séparément et ensuite les coller (ce sera bcp plus facile de cette façon)




Ensuite, A'Nark'Adon, j'ai fait beaucoup de travail sur lui. Premièrement j'ai fini la colonne vertébrale avec un 2e wash de devlan mud qui la rend vraiment sale (et c'est l'effet voulu et oui). J'ai également très bien commencé sa grosse claw en faisant la figure sur son endos, son métal ainsi que les mini griffes d'os qui en sortent.




J'ai aussi peinturé les tubes qui acheminent le warp-fuel vers son mawcannon et peinturé la garde d'os de son épée avec du skull white et un wash de devlan mud (je n'arriverai plus jamais à m'en passer!!!)

Pour finir, observez les super incubi et comment ils n'ont même pas besoin de tête pour apparaître BAD-ASS!!!!!!


Comment and Review appreciated
N'oubliez pas : si vous voulez mettre de quoi sur le blog vous pouvez me l'envoyer et ça me fera plaisir de le poster aussi!!!

Khornate Soul Grinder - Deamons of Chaos - Gabriel CC

Mon khornate soul grinder, dont le concept est que les "blind warsmiths of chaos" ont fusionné un démon avec des machines de guerre de l'extérieur de l'immaterium.

Je suis plutôt content avec la peau jusqu'à présent et le concept de warp-fuel (les trucs verts) quoiqu'il serait intéressant de pousser plus l'effet warp-fuel ou juste de compléter parce que juste vert ce n'est pas si génial que ça. Ensuite, j'ai fait un basecoat de blanc sur la colonne vertébrale mais je n'ai pas beaucoup d'idées sur comment je vais la faire, sûrement des washs.

Il me reste encore beaucoup d'éléments métalliques à faire mais j'ai plutôt fini le corps du démon en tant que tel, ne manque que plus de détail sur le visage ainsi que peinturer les tubes qui acheminent le warp-energy sur son mawcannon (cannon de bouche et oui )

Comment and Review appreciated!

Gabriel CC