I needed some Cultists, a Beast of Nurgle and some nurglings but no offense to Big Pappa, their models don't fit the vision I have for my army so I bashed some files together and made some Dark Mech proxies.
I need two of my optimizers replaced (i have the replacements) but I found out our system, which was on the house when we bought it, was installed by Solar Solution. I mention that because when called the manufacturers recommended local installer (of which there was only one which i thought was weird being Arizona) they advised me through conversation that "many" installers don't want to work on systems installed by SS basically because of liability. Were they just blowing smoke or was this Solar Solution thing really that big of an issue.
Also, any recommendations of local installers that might replace these for me would be awesome.
Got some more time to put some color down. Really liking how it's coming along
Finally got the spooks attached to my Abominate. Now for paint
There are many Defilers but this one is mine. Moved the head and used a decimator mask. Took the ectoplasma blaster from a Forgefiend and jammed in where the head was. Still waiting on the front armor and the base.
Moros Exultant, the Ebon Reliquary, Bane of the Ophion Reach
An ancient Knight Porphyrion bound to the siege hosts of the IV Legion since the black days of the Horus Heresy. Once sworn to a minor Knight House of Olympia, Moros Exultant walked beside the Iron Warriors during the great rebellion and never turned from the Warmaster’s cause. Across ten thousand years of siegecraft and annihilation, it has become less a war engine and more a profane union of flesh, machine, and hatred.
Entombed within the throne crypts are the twin sisters Lyssara and Thale Veyr, whose unnatural psychic bond once allowed them to commune with the Knight’s machine spirit as though they possessed a single mind. The Dark Mechanicum saw divinity in this union and encouraged ever deeper integration between pilot and engine.
Over centuries, flesh gave way to cables, nerves to fibre bundles, and bone to adamantine anchor points until the sisters ceased to exist as independent beings.
At the onset of battle, the command vault of Moros Exultant opens like a sepulchral shrine. Suspended from their coffin-thrones by writhing mechadendrites, nutrient tubes, and spinal cables, the sisters drift weightlessly from the vaulted chamber, their pallid bodies moving like spectres in the reactor haze. Metallic tendrils pulse and sway around them, like the limbs of some deep-ocean predator. Through these living conduits, they feel every shell impact, every reactor surge, and every death unleashed by the Knight as though the engine itself were their shared flesh.
None who stand before them recognize Lyssara, Thale, and Moros Exultant as separate entities any longer. The three have become a singular predatory intelligence devoted entirely to the art of reduction and ruin.