r/FirstbornSpaceMarines

Getting really close to done. Hope to finish it up this weekend.

(Without Jump-packs)

Kitbashed from a tactical squad box and spare guns and chainswords. Plan to build a full squad of 10 to go in a Rhino.

Lots of old stuff and oddities here. This is my favourite army and it brings me a lot of joy.

Painted a legion praetor for a comp, good motivation to get back to painting the blessed sons of Dorn. C&C welcome...Although now I'm looking at him again, he does seem too clean, battle damage required?

Lestat Orloc, first Chapter Master of the Heirs of Blood, rose to command in the uncertain and ill-omened years of the 21st Founding. A scion of the Blood Angels’ gene-line, his Chapter was cursed from its inception with a virulence of the Red Thirst and Black Rage seldom witnessed outside the most accursed brethren of Baal. Many within the Adeptus Terra quietly marked the Heirs of Blood for extinction before their first century had passed.

In the claiming of their appointed fortress world, Orloc made a discovery that would forever define his legacy. Beneath its alien soil grew pallid, psycho-reactive fungi, their spores exerting a profound and unnatural stillness upon the mind. Where lesser men saw only xenos-tainted aberration, Orloc perceived deliverance. In concert with his Chief Librarian and the Apothecarion, he sanctioned their study, refinement, and eventual sanctification into a controlled regimen. Through ritualised ingestion and invasive gene-craft, the Chapter achieved what many deemed impossible—the binding of Sanguinius’ curse into something measured, leashed, and endured.

Yet such defiance of inherited damnation bore a grievous cost.

Though the fury within was quieted, it did not depart—it changed. The warriors of the Heirs of Blood became as spectres of their former nobility: flesh drawn pale as funeral ash, features distorted into something predatory and inhuman. Noses bent and sharpened, fangs elongated beyond nature, their skulls stretched and eyes swollen wide and bloodshot, as if straining against some unseen horror. Their forms came to resemble the night-terrors of Old Terra’s forgotten myths—creatures of hunger, not heroes of the Imperium.

Thus do the Heirs of Blood endure—freed, yet unmade. Under Orloc’s iron will they fight with a cold, dreadful clarity, their curse no longer present in their mind, but forever hidden behind the closed faceplate of their helms.

I have been counseled by some friends and added a few touches now he looks much better.

Well, I say annual. I am just trying to kick start a habit for myself.

Captain of the 7th Company, [Name to be confirmed], is the unrivalled master of close combat among the Blood Heirs. Over two centuries of war, he has honed the art of the killing blow to a level approaching worship, meeting the enemies of the Imperium at arm’s length, where lesser warriors would falter. It is said that when the 7th Company goes to war, the bloodiest hour of battle belongs to him.

His favoured weapons are a pair of relic chainblades, each a blasphemous marvel of the Chapter’s craftsmanship. Their teeth are forged from the fangs and chitin of slain Tyranid bio-beasts, reforged and bound together by the Apothecarion and the Techmarines into a living edge, capable of hewing adamantium and ceramite as if they were rotting flesh. In his hands, these twin blades become a storm of howling steel and splintered bone, an embodiment of controlled savagery that echoes the cursed legacy of the Chapter itself.

The captain’s deeds are inscribed in the annals of th Heiers of Blood. He personally slew in single combat a Dark Eldar Incubus champion amid the ruins of shattered Webway gates, cast down Slaanesh’s favoured champion upon the befouled altar of a pleasure-world, claiming that chaos warriors eye as a trophy, and brutally tore apart a Tyranid alpha organism whose progeny had consumed three Imperial colonies. Each victory sharpened his legend, but also deepened the quiet unease around him; for those who fight at his side speak behind his back, that in the heat of slaughter, his movements are too precise, too instinctive, too exultant to be wholly free from the shadow of the Red Thirst.

To his brothers, he is the blade of the 7th Company — terrible, necessary, and one that is feared by his own subordinates.

To Letat Orlok and the Librarians, he is a test of their hard-won discipline: proof that the Heirs of Blood can master the monster within without becoming it… or a warning that one day even the strongest chains may snap, and that the calmest man, can turn into the incarnation of wrath in the midst of battle.

These veterans are designed for 3rd edition, if anyone can help explain to me how 3rd edition vets work would be great.
In their profile it says they can either use boltguns or boltpistols & close combat weapons. Does that mean they can only take pistols & knives or can they trade them out for lightning claws. Chsinswords, etc?

Very happy with how the little collection is coming together!

End goal is to give him doom slayer sword and servo arm aswell as combi melta/plasma and goop is his pet carnage symbiote

(My group accidentally started a homebrew world where we began narrative play with Aod Heresy 3.0 — then 1e rogue trader — then Badab campaign — then Wrath and Glory campaign — And now currently 11th so timeline is a little different from modern 40k Currently we are in the year M37 not 40k)

Marine seen fell to chaos during the extermanatus of Baal

If anyone has any cool ideas lmk

Just finished this classic, which needed some love and repair, but I am pleased with the outcome.

Who better to lead my Strike Force of the Scythes of the Emperor than the head honcho himself: Chapter Master Thracian (or Thrasius as he is known in older sources)! This particular conversion was mainly inspired by an old piece of artwork from Advanced Space Crusade/Tyranid Attack depicting an Officer of the Chapter and this was mainly accomplished by combining two of my favorite old sculpts (the Veteran Captain and Ultramarine Captain) together along side some other bits (such as a Clanrat spear for the blade of the Power Falx). Overall I am super proud with how he turned out and can't wait to field him on the tabletop. For Sotha!

I did this about a week ago but I just found this sub. I found a good deal on a black reach dreadnought and thought my army could use some more classic warhammer.

I always feel kinda sentimental whenever I hear about repainting something. I think about how the original owner wanted it and how it’s being changed. This being said I’m glad that a blood angel will get to remain a son of Sanguinius