Mr. Ghus is coming along nicely. He has a nice yellow coat and a proper crusting of grime. He maintains a personal level of filth only a foot soldier of the arch enemy stationed on a daemon world can manage. He wields a weapon of alien design, from a different time and space, cast out of the warp at the whim of a dark prince. Ghus recovered the strange gun from the detris of blue scabs which form the no man’s land of his current home. He and all around him view the weapon as a boon of chaos and many now give Ghus a respectful distance while others plot to take it for themselves.
I put some primer on Ghus. Now I have to decide on a paint scheme. I’m seeing ochre in his future.
Oh Ghus, you horrible savage you. You’re all geared up and ready to spill some blood for the blood god.
Looks like it’s time for some primer.I’m going to try white primer this time. I have only used black in the past, at least for minis. Terrain being a different story.
Wish me luck.
I recently moved our Dark Heresy game to the blog front page. One reason is to provide more awesome content and another is to push my agenda of all these things I do are part of a greater narrative and it’s all art.
A third reason is I’m planning to model the characters and npcs from our game and maybe use them in a different skirmish minis game (Inquisimunda).
How’s that for over lap.
One of the npcs is a Dark Mechanicus Heretek who is basically a twisted robot with a daemonic frog in a bowl for a head.
That should be so much fun, which is surely the goal at the end the day, and the beginning of the day for that matter.
I feel I’ve moved into a sublime zone… where I’m only working on what ever my muse is holding between her tits at the time. Otherwise, I’m not doing it. I’m not forcing myself to be creative any more… to make things for the sake of “doing stuff”. That just makes my mind sour.
So far it seems to be working.
Renegade Ghus seems to be a resourceful scavenger. He started out with the elite archeo-tech rifle and now he has found himself a serviceable haz-mat respirator rig. He traded in his space marine scout knife for a more sinister looking storm vermin dagger as it suits his servant of chaos image better. The beast man arm in the fore ground was a second choice, but I’ve since decided against it. I’m still contemplating lengthening his legs. It seems like more trouble than it’s worth right now. I think he might find himself a hat too. Something a bit outlandish to show off his personal style. We’ll see about that.