A techpriest I drew over the holidays
Kinda forgot to post it
Some Deathwatch marines I kitbashed up to be as close to my brothers’ Deathwatch characters as possible.they’re gonna be part of a diorama, more on that later.
Between twitter and only now being able to take OK pictures of models I’ve kind of been neglecting things here, but I’ll try to get back to it.
It is blasphemy, insanity, and horror made manifest!
A walking god of toothy carapace and bleeding gums, striding forth and devouring forever, for it’s hunger knows no bounds!
Some various drawings I did for Inktober. I kinda keep forgetting to upload stuff here.
evening reblog for those who weren’t awake at 4am
The Steel Sabres are most well known for their xenocidal campaign that they wage against the Eldar, taking the fight to them in their nightmare cities and aboard their “craftworld” voidcraft. To this end the Steel Sabres are devout close combat fighters, their even Tactical marines are rarely seen without some form of bayonet upon their weapons. Their Devastator brethren mostly use closer ranged heavy support weapons, such as frag cannons, heavy flamers, and multi-meltas.
They are successors of the Iron Hands chapter, and revere not them, but the Primarch himself instead, seeing his character and extant doctrines as their guiding ideals. Ferrus Manus’ example as a ruthless, merciless leader, demanding nothing but the completion of his goals by his sons is emulated by the Steel Sabre’s chapter master, whom often is granted the blessed gift of the Rite of Pure Thought upon his taking of the station. So gifted with the ability to only see the clarity of pure truth, unmuddled by any emotional wavering they seek to see what their Primarch saw before his untimely demise. Their warcry “Guns of Manus” or “We are the Guns of Manus!” is often followed by volleys of bolt fire or punishing bombardments from the support batteries that cover their advances into close-range.
Their heraldry is silver with black connotations, showing that while they acknowledge their succession from the Iron Hands they wish to remove themselves from their perceived weaknesses and forge a history of their own. By creating their own doctrines, procedures, and ideals separate from the Iron Hands they wish to learn from the lessons of their Primarch, without falling for their progenitor’s follies. Such ideals, of course, create follies of their own.
Their home world of Apolatia is a ruined world, choked into an eternal winter from some ancient and forgotten disaster, and their fortress-monastery sits upon the crumbling ruins of it’s once capital city, a proud bastion of adamantium among the moldering, twisted wrecks. Here they train among the destroyed cityscape, recruiting their ranks from the near feral population of the world, believing that if they are so stalwart as to be able to survive in these post-apocalyptic lands then surely they will be hardy enough to live through the chapter’s induction rites.
A Skitarii of Forge World Incaladion Skitarii Legions
Coloured version by my friend Douglas Wright @orbitaltaco
