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Had an idea for one miniature and ended up building a squad. First few done. Another 3 to go. Then need to make an inquisitor.

As soon as I saw the dark commune miniatures I had an idea. So far I’ve only managed one of the bashes out of the four planned, but here he is.

Just an idea I had and needed to get into plastic. Still not sure about the hammer but for now until I paint them they’re done…

Fairly simple head and hands swap this time. I liked the untucked vest on one side and it would have lost that with the torso change. Plus I think the pose works nicely

I had an idea. Think he’s come out well…

I’ve a lot of minis. But I’ve never really gotten into the dwarf aesthetic. Painting this guy might change that some.

The real hero of hive primus.

Had a lot of fun playing with OSL on this one. Still not sure I got the contrast between fire light and shadow quite right

Forgive the pun.
But had some fun with painting effects, semi transparent plastic wrapped around a bloody corpse came out “ok” and the gore isn’t too bad…

Having some fun creating some Fallen, but never turned, Legion veterans. This is the first. More to come.
(There is a story behind this grizzly angel but for now…. Samildanach Paladin of the Hekatonystika)

Lost to the whims of the warp, moving between the cracks of a fractured Imperium, stoic and loyal to the Emporer’s original ideals, renegade in the eyes of many. Samildánach master of blades, Paladin of the Hekatonystika, captain of the 189th order of the 1st Legion, Dark Angels.
As a member of the Deathwing Samildanach is a blade master rivalled by few but the most vaunted of legionaries across the forces counted amongst the crusading armies of the Emporer’s conquest. He was old before the onset of the great crusade, having served on Terra in the unification wars. It wasn’t until the Lion was reunited with the Emporer that he was raised to centurion. Leading the 189th company he was left as one of only four survivors of that company when the Rangdan Xenocides finally drew to a brutal close, but rather than placing this consummate swordsman in command of another chapter, Samildanach was instead given the title of Paladin and offered free reign to join whichever host he saw fit. This allowed him to move through the legion, joining chapters whose master had petitioned for his presence. When Luther rose against the Lion Samildanach was off world fighting alongside a shield captain of the Custodes when his old friend Merir Astelan sent him a coded message demanding his return to caliban.
He and his calibanite jager company travelled as swiftly as they could through turbulent warp storms with only the vague knowledge that Caliban was under threat. They reached the Dark Angels home far too late. The vista of destruction laid before the strike cruiser making all aboard weep for an empire they believed fallen. Before they could make sense of anything, before messages could be sent or received a lash of warp energy opened a swallowed the vessel. No geller field had been raised and no warning given. The crew died in horrific and bloody ways, beasts of the abyss devouring them at their stations, or those turned utterly insane butchering their comrades in fits of psychotic rage. A lone tech adept saved what little remained by igniting the aestheric shields leaving barely a tenth of the crew, no astropaths, no navigators and almost no bridge crew. The ship itself was damaged and bucked as it was tossed though the warp. It might have been days, weeks, or months, nobody could tell, those who lived fought constantly against neverborn and even each other before the warp simply spat the ship out. 
Adrift in the vast gulf of intergalactic space with little hope of rescue the remaining human crew began to starve. A week after the first of them turned to cannibalism the ship was boarded by a scouting group from a rogue trader fleet. The initial contact between the crews did not go well as both sides opened fire fearing the worst.
The remnants of a calibanite jager auxilia force and the half starved crew of “pride of Caliban” only ceased when Samildanach slew their leader in order to control their blood crazed fear.
After a solar day of communication via vox he finally met with the rogue trader’s representative. 
They had been lost in the warp for over 4000 years  by the imperial calendar, though it had felt like mere months to those on board, an as they learned of what the Imperium had become in the wall of the scouring and the heresy many committed suicide, more rejoiced at the vindication of their faith but Samildanach simply nodded, and despite his belief in the imperial truth, allowed himself to be folded into the ranks of a rogue trader’s fleet for a time.
Near a hundred years later Samildanach guarded a mechanicus explorator team on a forgotten night clad world. He had come to terms with his lot, hearing rumours of the fallen and the dark angels hunt for their lost brothers. Without knowing why, in the dim light of lumens, watching the mechanicus team pour over a black stoned catacomb inlaid with ancient glyphs, he picked up a faintly glowing cube. Not knowing why, or even what had driven his hand to clasp it, he was instantly aware that he had moved. Gone was the oppressive darkness. Gone were the team he was guarding. He now stood in a chamber open to a night sky. Surrounded by monoliths of glossy black stone, constellations he didn’t recognise swirling in the night sky looking like a great and baleful eye.
Looking at the object in his armoured gauntlet the old astartes smiled, a grim expression of one accepting a mission that would almost certainly cost his life, and depressed the glowing glyph on the upturned face of this necrontyr artifact.

He has travelled the length and breadth of the imperium in this manner. Materialising as if from nowhere and remaining long enough to discover if he is needed. Heeding a call, old beyond measure, to protect those who cannot protect themselves and to purge as much of the false religion of the imperium as one legionary might manage. He has become known as the red Pilgrim “preaching” the old crusade era imperial truth, and either killing or converting those he encounters who espouse to a zeal for the Emporer.
Now upon Necromunda he has been actively recruiting members of every house clan, including the fire brand redemption, in an effort to claim the underhives for the old pre-heresy ideals.

Samildánach master of blades, Paladin of the Hekatonystika, captain of the 189th company 1st Legion, Dark Angels.
As a member of the Deathwing Samildanach is a blade master rivalled by few but the most vaunted of legionaries across the forces counted amongst the crusading armies of the Emporer’s conquest. He was old before the onset of the great crusade, having served on Terra in the unification wars.
Veteran of the Rangdan Xenocides, lost to the tides of time and space when Caliban fell. Hunter of heretics and outcast knight.