Nick

FOR SALE: Since the new Blackshield rules are out and about, I'm looking to shift my Lemegeton Blackshield warband, as I have a new project in mind. All models heavily converted and greenstuffed. Id love for these to go to a new home, so am up for trades/reasonable offers. (UK based ideally, even better if you want me to bring it to Greetings this weekend). Not everything is pictures but would include painted: Cataphractii Reaver Lord Jump pack Reaver Lord Cataphractii Herald Dual disintegrator Moritat with Jump pack Warmonger in Cataphractii Ten Man Cataphractii squad (Thunder Warriors): 5 with Power Mauls, 5 with Power axes. Five man Assault destroyers with hand flamers and toxiferran. Five man Nullificator, all with disintegrators and aether shock mauls. Contemptor with magnetised autocannon (Crabtemptor) Magnetised dual plasma Castaferrum 10 man Marauder squad with shotgun and chainaxes. 10 man Marauder squad with bolt pistols and chainaxes. 8 man Marauder squad, chainaxes and lascutters. 10 man Assault Squad, two power axes. 5 man Flamer support squad Land raider Proteus, Explorator Five man seeker squad, one combi disintegrator, four kraken bolters. One Deredeo with arachnus Lascannons, missiles and heavy bolters. I have various unpainted stuff if of interest (mostly characters). Slide into my DMs if of interest. #warhammer30000 #warhammercommunity #warhammer #hardforheresy #heresyhammer #grimdark #warhammer30k

"He can feel it's hatred, a bitter spiteful machine. One forged before the Great Betrayal, baptised in Astartes blood on black sands. The combi bolter chatters its spiteful litany, each shell a caustic rebuke of those who had sundered the Imperium. The mewling worms, plague cultists and leprous guardsmen concern it not. It wants to kill, to glut itself on the rotten blood of their masters. Paracelsus grins, as a hulking figure comes apart, slopping into rotten chunks as mass reactives detonate beneath sodden plate." "The Empyrean can be shackled, it can be muzzled. It's caustic energies turned upon itself. Like the ancient wyrm that eats it own tail. Man has always been too afraid to do it, we stumble and grasp at the profane, and damn ourselves through our noble efforts. The wyrm devouring us, body and soul. There are others though, ancients and monsters in this galaxy who have done it, have bested the wyrm. The Carcosans have done it, the Twelfth Concordance, and the post human Rim-Folk. But in our blind zeal we can not countenance seeking out such knowledge, to kneel before the wise and to throttle our cancer once and for all..." -Musings on Man and the Empyrean, Suppressed Progressive Radical and Xenophillic text. Paracelsus Agrippa. The Iron Shod, Breaker of the Red Marches, Carcosan Pilgrim. Commander of the 4th Company, Relictors. Member of the 1st Circle of the Conclave. Pictured here on Kasr Holn clad in Ancient Relict Terminator plate of unknown provenance. He and his company recently returned from a rimward campaign, venturing into the dark places beyond the astronomicon. He now wields a potent xenos device, a mix of non-baryonic matter and caged empyric energies... (Force Commander for an upcoming 3.5 ed Eye of Terror campaign event later this year run by @sinan_atamer and @death_of_a_rubricist ) #eyeofterror #warhammer40k #warhammer #warhammercommunity

"It is said that his two lions, forged from steel and servo refused to leave his corpse. Fighting on till bolt shell ran dry, and ceramite cracked." -The Fall of the House of Ishtar, an account of the demise of the famed Rogue Trader Aleksandr Ishtar during the Wars of Umber. "It stands, it's frame once polished blue and gold. Now a mourners black. It has no master, it has no kin. It is alone. It is surrounded by it's ilk, but it is alone. It's forge sibling a mangled ruin, it's master torn to ribbons.  It has been restored, it's old wounds patched, it's neural pathways rewritten. Yet it still refuses to move once more. It's anima sullen and uncoaxable, even to the barked machine code of a cortex controller.  So it stands, alone and yet not alone, in the sepulchral corridors of Forge Roanoke." The remaining Castellax from a bonded pair known as the Lion's of Ishtar. A gift from Forge Ashurbanipal to the Rogue Trader Aleksandr Ishtar for their liberation from the inhuman Monolith Conclave. Retrieved battered and unresponsive from the disastrous opening conflict of the Umber Wars. It's master and twin reduced to a ruin of meat and metal..... Another machine for the Mourners. (Inspired by @adamantiumsky 's lion headed armigers) #warhammer30k #blackshields30k #mechanicum #heresyhammer #hardforheresy

"The Forge Moon of Roanoke. Ancient and mist shrouded, unique amongst the desmenes of the Mechanicum. Though it produced arms and armour, it's main purpose was one of memorial, and somber reflection upon machine death. A necropolis for Automata. Honeycombed with labyrinthine catacombs, holding countless forms, from the fully intact to fragments of bio-circuitry. Each one laid to rest with appropriate rites and funereal solemnity. It was an eerie and dour place, where grey robed Magisters and veiled servitors would labour to bring life to these ruined machines of war, or at least ensure an honoured rest. A morbid parade of the myriad forms of automata, the mass produced and those that are the final memory of the forge that made them..." -Deus Machina, the Many faces of the Machine God. Magos-Philosopher Andreu Xan. M30.99 Chapter 19.4A The Burning Forges of Shamash. "Though it should not think, and cannot, it feels. A deep seated sadness, twisting and clinging through artificial neurons. Where are it's attendants? Where are it's masters? Where are it's mourners, garbed in black and veiled? It knows not, only the aching silence of this abandoned moon. It is not alone in its sadness, a myriad of its kin, awakened renewed by some miracle. But they know not why? And if they had eyes, they would weep." Castellax-Mu 12-Gamma, variant manufactured on the now ruined Forge World of Salem. Interred upon Roanoke post Rangdan conflicts. Seen in combat alongside the First Seal, in a strange force of rogue automata, designation 'The Mourners'. No accompanying Techne Cybernetica. #warhammer30k #horusheresy #hardforheresy #mechanicum #blackshields30k

"He is called the Shepherd. None amongst the First Seal know from whence he came.  Nor how he came to be on that desolate and lonely Forge Moon of Roanoke. He was simply there, more machine than Astartes. Silent, amongst the somber rows of mournful and lonely automata.  And still, he maintains his silence, even amongst the forges of the First Seal. Never tiring, never speaking.  Some say he learnt his trade amongst the ancient Terrawatt clans, others upon the shrouded Forge of Kadath. Others yet whisper that he is an orphan, one of the lost. Spat out during the terrible Rangdan conflicts." "I have seen the face of the Outer Dark. That which lies betwixt the guttering stars, the beasts and fiends that howl at the light of our brighter suns.  The Imperium is naught but a torch, though one that blazes brightly, to ward against the encroaching dark. But every flame must fade, and what then shall keep us from that which crawls up from those Stygian places?" -Attributed to Unknown, First Rangdan War. Heavily suppressed.  The Shepherd, Forge Lord of the First Seal. None know from whence he came, nor from what gene-spoor he hails.  He does not speak. His frame, mostly cold iron, ceramite and steel. He is an enigma, but a necessary one. For who else can tend the forges with such skill? Or temper the incandescent furies of the orphaned Automata of Forge Roanoke? #warhammer30k #horusheresy #hardforheresy #blackshields30k #warhammer30000

"They hold the bridge, shields locked, mauls flickering with electro-charge. Though through genetics they are Death Guard, they are Consul Opsequiari first, Dusk Raider second and Death Guard last.   Mortarion's dogs, Barbaran chem-huffers are readying for another sally. The vox network alight with their curses, calling their erstwhile comrades "traitors".  Artur cares not, his helmet crest polished to mirror sheen, the eagle of the Pax Imperialis a symbol of his and his men's ideals. Heavy Disciplinary squad Alpha-2 would be ready, and would not falter. Like at the Rangdan Desertions, or the Grendel Suppression, they would not take a step back." "Though the First Seal consisted of mostly VIIIth Legion veterans, drawn from their short lived Field Police companies, they did not comprise the entire Warband. During the early Great Crusade and even the late Unification Wars members of Field Police from several legions would meet in so called "Watch-Orders" examples including the esoteric Manus Iudicii or the infamous Headsmen. Cementing cross legion bonds and reaffirming the ideals of the Law and Pax Imperialis.  Encrypted Watch-Cant was sent through astropathic networks, their meaning known only to their members. Disparate veterans slipping into the shadows to answer the summons of the First Seal." - The Grey amongst the Black: Report upon Blackshield Warbands during the mid Heresy. Amarie Solt. Heavy Disciplinary Squad Alpha-2, "The Weight of Judgement" Former Field Police unit of the XIVth. Now members of the First Seal Blackshield Warband, honouring the oaths they made as members of the Manus-iudicii.  (Veteran breachers) #heresyhammer #warhammer30k #warhammer30000 #horusheresy #blackshields

"Fire despite a fundamental tool in human advancement, is our one of our oldest fears. There is a unique terror held in the flames, one of rapacious hunger, and burning crackling agonies.  It has allowed us to claim the stars, but in it's hunger it has consumed billions..." - A deeper more terrible Mirror, musings on the cthonic depths of the Abyssal Empyrean. Author Redacted. Suppressed Heretical work.  "Even in his rotten state, he can smell it. The smell of ash and burning meat. Sweet and revolting.  The worms in his gut, begin to thrash, coils in coils, endless slick loops writhing in a panic. This should not be.  The air tastes hot, not the sweaty tang of eternal fever, but bitter and acrid.  His vox is filled with screaming, anguished howls, akin to an animal aflame. A roar, and one of his kin stumbles into view, alight and burning. It is not the dirty chemical flame of promethium, nor the crawling caustic green of phosphex. It is something more, a burning whiteness, an all consuming absence of colour. Chewing through sodden plate, diseased bones.  He locks gazes with it, though it has no eyes.   He can feel it's hunger, ablaze, insatiable. It is inside him now, white hot and scorching, a hungry white hunger, and he screams...." One of Inquisitor Solomanarii 's Daemonhosts, nameless and host to an entity only known as "The White Flame that Hungers". A being of nightmarish and terrible strength, it is rumoured to be a deep warp entity, bound to the will of its Master by the might of the Acheron Cabal.  It is said that the things that swim in the Abyssal Empyrean embody some of our oldest and most terrible fears, and the remnants of ancient eldritch alien beliefs... #warhammer40k #daemonhunters #grimdark #warhammercommunity #warhammer40000

"His every movement is excruciating, even buffered with nerve clamps and drug glands. His body wracked by an accursed warp borne plague, one that has withered and consumed him. He is bereft of his psychic abilities, not torn away by the malevolent plague. But by it's treatment. A simple cane, made of purest Null-stone, borne in his right hand, and a shard of it placed in each lymph node. An extraordinary cost paid, to sustain his husk." "Those who embrace the Lord of Rot, are weak. They are those who have buckled under the weight of inconvenience, who wail and gnash their teeth at the unfairness of it all. They would rather be consumed by rot, by pus, by parasite, just to live one more day. To have your burdens quashed beneath a tide malaise. I have no pity for them, those too cowardly to take death's path. " - The writings of Inquisitor Mercutius Solomanarii, Ordos Malleus. Inquisitor Mercutius Solomanarii, Ordos Malleus, founding member of the Acheron Cabal, Neo-Darwinist, avowed Radical. Wounded by a plague cultists blade in the rotten sump of Hive [Redacted], his physical form and very soul was wracked by a plague of terrible ferocity. Undertaking an extremely radical procedure involving the integration of Null-stone at each of his lymph nodes, and though the utilisation of a Null-stone cane he was stabilised. It is whispered that the Null-stone is of distinctively xenos manufacture, and that procedure performed by the Acheron Cabal, is not one approved by any Magos Medicae. He now takes the field in his terminator-life support plate, oft accompanied by his retinue and Astartes of the Relictors Chapter.... #warhammer #warhammercommunity #inq28 #inquisitor #warhammer40k

"He dreams of it, in the snatches of half sleep. In the silence of his meditations. Glimpses of vast coils in a black ocean, cyclopean in scale, blacker than black. He has spoken to the Chaplains, but they reassure him. He is the bearer of the blade, he has been chosen. One to wield a black barb of the maddening un-realm, to bring ruin to those who dance and gibber beneath the gaze of Tumourous-Gods. Sometimes he awakens, to the taste of salt on his tongue and his sword arm drenched in water. Other times to half remembered words muffled by the waves of a great ocean..." "He should not be dying, his leprous form swollen and blessed with a myriad cankers and rots, should not be succumbing to a blade through the gut. But he is. His warp twisted form is in agony, it's many plagues routing, like rats fleeing a sinking dredger. His opponent should not have such a blade, a thin-blood lackey of the Throne, blinded by psycho-conditioning and dogma. But he does. His lungs are filling with something akin to salt water, oceanic and black. His flesh tearing apart, as a torrent of sea water bursts from within him. The last thing he sees is vast coils, undulating, incomprehensible in their size, in the water of a black ocean." Brother-Captain Iddaeus Bal, Relictors First Company. Bearer of the proscribed artefact blade known as Lotan's Tooth. (Have been badgered into doing an Eye of Terror themed army for third ed 40k, and of course had to go with my faves the Relictors!) #warhammercommunity #warhammer40k #relictors #grimdark #warhammer

"His feet are light and nimble. He never sleeps. He says that he will never die. He dances in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die." - Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian.  "Though the First Seal proclaimed themselves purer in ideals than their parent Legion. A more considered, yet nonetheless brutal distributor of Justice and Law.  This was not entirely true, for amongst their ranks were monsters, equivalent in malice and hunger to their traitorous kin. Yet they were tolerated, for they were monsters clad in the cloak of the Law, and they meted out their terror and bloody horrors only on the traitors..." - The Grey amongst the Black: Report upon Blackshield Warbands during the mid Heresy. Amarie Solt. "Even amongst transhumans he was ugly, his ascension to post humanity stripping him of every follicle of hair, and leeching his skin of all tone. Lending him a visage, pale and uncanny, oft twisted into a malignant grin.  It was War that brought him this joy. Man's constant companion, a partnership honed through millennia. Man has always been red in tooth and claw, and he revelled in it. He could indulge in his cruelty, his hatred, his spite. All under the pretence of Pax Imperialis..." The Judge, Praetor of the First Seal, King of Ghuls, Twice-Hated, The Grinning Death.  (Needed an artificer armour Praetor, and decided to channel Judge Holden from Blood Meridian as a basis. Using the Reave -Captain as a base, and trying to mirror the vibes of Sevetar.) #warhammer30k #horusheresy #blackshields #hardforheresy

"..despite all the propaganda, their were those of the early Legiones Astartes who were not the paragons of men they were modelled to be. Faulty psycho conditioning, gene flaws, or simple arrogance and greed amplified to transhuman heights. Many disappeared to the wild lands of late Unification Terra, or scattered to the dark spaces of the Solar System. These outliers could not be allowed to exist, and so the 94th 'Field Police' Company of the nascent VIIIth formed Hunter-Killer Clades. Made up of its coldest and psychotic killers, these Clades were dropped into the wastes and dark spaces, only to return with the heads and gene-spoor of their targets. Given leeway with their equipment and armour, many would utilise 'Sniffer' helms in tracking their targets, and armed with rare NorthStar pattern case-less Coil-guns..." "The Hunter-Killer Clades re-emerged upon the First Seal's foundation. Ancient caches known only to the 94th, were pillaged of their contents, and these sinister 'boogeymen' of late Unification Terra stalked the killing fields once more." - The Grey amongst the Black: Report upon Blackshield Warbands during the mid Heresy. Amarie Solt. First Seal Hunter Killer Clade (Seeker squad), pictured wielding their distinct Coilguns (representing their Kraken bolters) and a multi-spectra hunting helmet (colloquially known as a Sniffer). Their design was heavily inspired by the awesome world of the Forever Winter. @theforeverwinter #blackshields #horusheresy #warhammer30k #hardforheresy

"We have such sights to show you" A Cenobite Esoterist for @thingsminiature 's lovely Hereticus Emperor's Children. Heavily inspired by Keith Thompson's concept art for the latest Hellraiser film. Went all in on the idea of this chap blurring the line between pain and pleasure to better channel the warp. #horusheresy #hardforheresy #warhammer30000 #warhammer30k