Saturday, May 4, 2019

A Nebulon B, just in time for Star Wars Day!


As you can no doubt tell, my usual photo setup is NOWHERE NEAR ideal for me to shoot large models. While not the tallest large model I've ever done, it's still definitely the longest. Regardless, I soldiered on with a rudimentary lighting setup and black sheet to bring you a Nebulon-B Frigate. 


It's even longer than its sister ship, the Phoenix Home, but the Pelta-class is broader and masses more. Strangely enough, they both saw the same use in different eras; Peltas were medical transports during the Clone Wars, and of course, a Nebulon-B served as the Rebellion's hospital ship throughout the original three films (well, two of them).


Another Neb owner had the idea of putting the thing on two separate bases so it wouldn't just sweep massive amounts of models off the table, as well as to encourage people to fly through the spar area cinematically. A great idea that I adopted for this model. That front base? That is the same size as the large ship base you see on the Charger C70 in the previous pic. I double-layered the bases not only to add stability to the brass rods, but to keep the tall slender thing from tipping over and destroying its 3D printed self. 


It is, of course, not at all screen accurate. The more you look between this and an actual production still, the more you'll see is wrong. There are places that are not long or short enough, there are details missing. There are windows where there shouldn't be. Quite frankly, I don't care. It's accurate enough for me. The price was right. The time was right, and the occasion (I got a new job! Whee!) was right. 


The internal solidity of 3D printed models continues to vex and confound me. While drilling into the drive section, I discovered it was hollow past the initial outer shell and as a result, the rear rod  had to be SUPER long compared to the bow section one.

Painting felt fast but took a while. This thing has more nooks and crannies than... well, than anything I've worked on to date. I may yet still paint those engines with glow-in-the-dark paint, as they're not as deep as the Pelta's and thus the paint could infuse with light. I'm also still of two minds about printing a small screen cap of Luke & co. for that port-side window. I could've embedded a magnet to mount a Falcon under the spar, but didn't want to compromise the structural integrity of the spar. 

Happy Star Wars Day, folks!


Saturday, April 27, 2019

X-Wing: Some Epic game aids...

As you may know, I have a slew of epic ships. Well, to make a long story short I've finally gotten around to making sheets for them. As always, questions and comments welcome. Enjoy!








Photos of the new Nebulon-B as soon as I can figure a photo setup for the damn thing. It's huge!

Thursday, March 14, 2019

IN28: The Procession of St. Sebastian (Complete!)


Every year in the town of Bruegelburg on the planet Brabant Prime there is a festival to commemorate the victory of the Dark Angels and the 10th Belgic Fusiliers over the forces of the Great Enemy. The planet, long settled by the Fusiliers, has seen peace and prosperity until only recently, when a cult began to gnaw at the edges of society. Posing as immigrants, they had skulked their way into town in ones and twos, plying the foul beliefs to the weak minded and the perverse. Their foul worship would culminate in a profane summoning ritual to be held on the night of the festival, ushering in a new era of depravity. 

The Herald, the Child, and the Knight
Little Elsa, only nine, was praying in the garden of her modest home when a vision of the Emperor appeared to her.

"Elsa, thou shalt be a vessel of my light." He said in fatherly tones. "Take up the arms of the past and lead my people. Burn the foul heretics from the village." 

Young Bert, who favored her, became her knight, and took up his father's bayonet and pistol. Tom, who had practiced his horn for many an hour, now blew notes louder and clearer than any man twice his age. 

The more people she told, the more were filled with holy fervor. First, her playfellows, then her parents, then their friends (seasoned veterans of the Imperial Guard long since gone to seed). Their weapons slumbered behind the oaken doors of the provincial armory, but had been maintained day by day with care. On the night the procession was to take place, many revelers flocked to the structure to arm themselves without questioning why. 

Sister Hester, Willing Bess, and Old Gert
The Lamplighter's Guild set aside their customary candlepikes to take up the flamers they once used during the crusade. Roasting the heretics alive with blessed promethium, their high voices joined those of others in singing hymns to of illumination in His Holy Name. 


That they shirked their usual duty tonight was no matter. The lamps along the parade route burned brightly with the great flames of faith. 

Sire Flatley, Mister Goodfellow, and Tig the Midget
The Huntmaster's Guild took up arms as well, and with great voices voiced the Emperor's holy wrath. Like unto the assault marines of the Astartes they where, falling upon the evil ones in great leaps and bounds and cleaving them asunder.

"Who gives a child a chainpike?" "It's quite alright, old fellow.  You see, he's forty-six."
Their armor was wood and cardboard. Their horses, cloth. But the carnage they wrought would gladden the heart of any Astartes chaplain.

See now, the holy procession. Hear the hymns of victory, the horn of triumph!
At last the bones of the Saint were brought forth from the blessed reliquary, and the procession moved up the high street, swinging toward the ruined quarter with its profaned church, already teeming with heretics striving to dim the Emperor's light. A servo skull floated about the four bearers and their priceless charge, the sweet incense hedging out the foulness of the unbelievers and filling the air. 


The bearers represented the four Pillars of the Imperium. To the fore, the Astartes leading the way on their crusade through the lost worlds, bringing the Emperor's light. 


Following in their wake, the Adeptus Mechanicus, bringing inexorable progress with their industrial might.  


With them, the Ecclesiarchy, arming the people with the sword of Faith and girding them with the armor of Contempt.


Moving them ever forward, the might of the Imperial Guard, undaunted and unyielding to the last. 


The Saint himself was bedecked in the livery of his chapter; the green and bone of the Dark Angels. He bore the Lance of Atragon, a weapon that lay low a mighty demon of Chaos, even as the fell beast smote him down. As the revellers drew near their goal, the holy bolters roared to life, scything down the followers of darkness like so much rotten grass. The lance flared brightly with the Emperor's light as the reliquary and its bearers surged forwards, its pointing finding home in the reeking armor of the foul sorcerer. 

Since the events of that blessed night, a new victory is celebrated every year on the night of the revels, and pilgrims have since flocked to the town. A new church has been erected where the ruins of the old one stood, and voices therein are uplifted in thanks and praise to the God-Emperor of Mankind. 

And little Elsa? Well, that is another tale.....

Friday, March 8, 2019

Rackham Dwarves for Sale!

I'm selling a selection of OOP metal Rackham dwarf models to thin out my sizable collection and, more importantly, pay some bills. If interested, click here and bid because once they're gone, they're gone!

Models on sale are shown below: 











Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Heresy Hunter Dominators


So Wargames Exclusive continues to out GW GW, and this economical set of armored inquisitorial sisters is no exception. They're selling for 14.99 euros separately and 34.99 euros as set, so I recommend buying them before WE figures out they're giving a mini away. I've just finished the outer two, having painted the center one as soon as I got it and forgotten about the others until recently. Shame on me, because the other two are excellent as well. 


The detail on these things is just stunning, especially the longsword-toting center girl with her commanding pose. 


The Shieldmaiden gave me real pause until I found how easy she was to drill and pin. That enormous shield and forearm has a socket that's perfect for paperclip pinning, and the light durable resin weighs next to nothing, so it turned out not to be an issue. Of course, I don't plan on transporting her around on a regular basis either. 


I mean, look at that bloody big thing. It's wonderful. If it were cast in glorious metal it would weigh a ton and be an utter pain to keep attached, and I would love it anyway. 


Her backpack, alas, didn't get the same loving treatment as the Swordmaiden's did with its book and purity seal. The sculpting isn't very deep on the =I= and wings, so the paint just sort of sits on it. The pipes align pretty well with the sockets on the legs, however, just as with the other two girls, and didn't require any reshaping. 


Dual-Swords Sister's weapons and their positioning also concerned me until I realized her sculpted base included contact points to support them. If they sold these choppers as bits I have no doubt they'd make their way into many a conversion. 


Here is where the resin fails, however; the pommel of her lefthand one came off. It was more or less easily reattached, however, but I wish they'd sculpted it flush with the top of her hand. On the right you can see the little bit of resin between the top of her gauntlet and the pommel, and that's just enough for the thing to pivot under pressure. Ah well. 

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Genestealer Cult Hunter.....


When the purple-skinned muties came for his mom and sister and killed his dad for fighting back, the kid decided to get even. 

He never said whether or not he enjoyed it, but boy, was he ever good at it. 

Friday, January 25, 2019

Vostroyan Trade Delegation


The Vostroyans sent a trade delegation to the Brabant system in order to open negotiations for access to the agri-world bounty. Little did they know that the placid town of Bruegelburg would see events that would reshape the sector.....

These lovelies are a combination of Lead Adventure's lovely characterful sculpts and GW's plastics, and went from inspiration to completion in no time. 



Lady Ksenia is a powerful psyker whose abilities are both enhanced and tempered by the psychic crown she wears. While Uncle Sergei (left) is nominally her Firstsworn Bodyman, his first duty is to kill her with that relic blade if something terrible tries to manifest through her. Uncle Mistislav, to the right, has the real business acumen in the family, but is nominally only an advisor. His servo skull has a plasma pistol built in to keep things honest.   


Servo skulls, while cool, are hard, as they generally have to be attached even though they float. Luckly Uncle Mistislav's hangs readily off of his hat and shoulder. I contemplated giving Ksenia her own skull, but opted to leave her unadorned.



Lady, Smoker, The Fat One, and Lincoln are from the Rogue Trader boxset, more specifically, the sprue purchased from eBay. I had some metal Vostroyans, but turned them into AdMech troops, so it was either turn them back or come up with new ones. 


I dig how GW went the extra mile and varied the body types with these. The way they cut the models to sprue them was weird, but they went together with little fuss. 



The Pack Ape is from Lead Adventure's Bruegelburg line, and, if you look closely, is a dude in a suit rather than a true servitor. It's a pretty awesome little model, and I cannot sing their praises enough as a minis company.


I added the baggage after the fact, of course, as the Vostroyans would want to bring silks and whatnot to show off at the trading table. 



Little Vanya, the standard bearer, was a fat-faced Bruegelburg kid with a miscast nub of a left hand, so I replaced it with a metal standard that used to belong to a Rackham Undertaker from their Cadwallon line. 


I like the way she turned out, and as I have lots of leftover kids from the Bruegelburg Fair Kickstarter, will definitely be making more of these. 

Also, if you know how to switch Blogger to Disqus commenting or something less stupid, I would love tips or a step-by-step.

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Just an orphan....


Because I have a massive amount of free time due to being out of work, I'm plowing through the minis from Kickstarters that have been languishing on the To-Do pile. So, this gun-toting orphan from Lead Adventure's Denizens of the Smog is just the first. Expect some Astropolis stuff, more steampunk stuff, probably some warbands, and some Raging Heroes heroine babes. 

Oh, and more weaponized children.