*Squeek*
"For but a brief instant following its appearance, the meeting went completely silent and still (unheard of in any gathering of Skaven, let alone where so many warlords and their egos were present),following that, the only movement was a barely controlled twitching of whiskers and shivering of collective fear.
Not a sound, neither skittering of claw nor click of yellowed teeth,could be heard. Even loyal wolf-rats become momentarily immobile despite the musk of fear hanging heavy in the air. Loyal guards without the chamber, usually so alert to such scents and signs of trouble within and ready to take up arms, held still, lest whatever had come into being should deign to notice them.
Where but a moment ago Warlord Rentnail had preened and puffed his chest the attendees could see but little. Only a charred and smouldering pile of rags and a glint of the jewelry he had favoured, now melted and fused with charred bone, remained to show he had even been there. (Unusually, none made a move to scavenge such useful - if gore-covered - resources)
The Vermin Lord cast his burning gaze around the room. Fixing in place all present, the red pits of his eyes effortlessly quelled even that most primeval Skaven impulse - flight before overwhelming power.
"Yes, yes warlords,now hear-listen the word of the 13 and obey"
Thus spake Grey Seer Riknit.
Alone among them in gathering his wits, he was determined to take advantage of this silence among his audience to unveil his grand plans to unite them, however briefly, in attacking the hated man-thing citadel to the South. Though his scheme would be somewhat affected by the loss of the ever-impressible Rentnail, the Grey Seer knew that it would be only a matter of moments before a new leader arose to fill that position of leadership...
More troubling was that despite appearances, (and unknown to his audience) it was not he who had not summoned this embodiment of the Great Horned One...
...and if not he, then who?
...and of even greater concern...
...why?"
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Tonight I nearly finished-up Scar-Scath, Fiend of Vermin (my "counts as" Vermin Lord).
Some photos:
All comments and criticism welcome! Hopefully I will have some time to post more pics and a proper write-up soon.
Thanks for coming by!
Cheers,
*Squeek*
Not a sound, neither skittering of claw nor click of yellowed teeth,could be heard. Even loyal wolf-rats become momentarily immobile despite the musk of fear hanging heavy in the air. Loyal guards without the chamber, usually so alert to such scents and signs of trouble within and ready to take up arms, held still, lest whatever had come into being should deign to notice them.
Where but a moment ago Warlord Rentnail had preened and puffed his chest the attendees could see but little. Only a charred and smouldering pile of rags and a glint of the jewelry he had favoured, now melted and fused with charred bone, remained to show he had even been there. (Unusually, none made a move to scavenge such useful - if gore-covered - resources)
The Vermin Lord cast his burning gaze around the room. Fixing in place all present, the red pits of his eyes effortlessly quelled even that most primeval Skaven impulse - flight before overwhelming power.
"Yes, yes warlords,now hear-listen the word of the 13 and obey"
Thus spake Grey Seer Riknit.
Alone among them in gathering his wits, he was determined to take advantage of this silence among his audience to unveil his grand plans to unite them, however briefly, in attacking the hated man-thing citadel to the South. Though his scheme would be somewhat affected by the loss of the ever-impressible Rentnail, the Grey Seer knew that it would be only a matter of moments before a new leader arose to fill that position of leadership...
More troubling was that despite appearances, (and unknown to his audience) it was not he who had not summoned this embodiment of the Great Horned One...
...and if not he, then who?
...and of even greater concern...
...why?"
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Tonight I nearly finished-up Scar-Scath, Fiend of Vermin (my "counts as" Vermin Lord).
Some photos:
All comments and criticism welcome! Hopefully I will have some time to post more pics and a proper write-up soon.
Thanks for coming by!
Cheers,
*Squeek*
wow the writting is pretty cool!!
ReplyDeleteHaha, glad you like it! I thought it might be fun to start some of these sections with a few paragraphs to "set the scene"!
DeleteImpressive, you've tackled the large block of skin well.
ReplyDeleteThumbs up sir! :)
Cheers Feral! Unusually, the photos make it look better than it is! Close up it is very apparent that the transition between skin shades isn't smooth...but I will take it as it is! ;-)
DeleteAmazing work, just love the basing is that a pre-moulded base? If so where did you get it, if not how did you make?
ReplyDeleteHi there and thanks for the compliment.
DeleteI WISH I had the ability to make a base like that, but sadly no...
...the base is by Micro Art Studio (http://www.microartstudio.com/) You should find it in the Shop > Battle Bases > Ancient Bases (3rd image from the top.
Hope that helps!
Howzat!
ReplyDeleteHave you thought about giving the model any horns? Sorry if I cause any offence, but as a "count as" vermin lord, should it not at least have horns since it embodies the horned rat?
Awesome paint job by the way, and I must say I really respect the effort you put into every model you paint, especially the slaves. I doubt I would be able to achieve what you did with your clanrat slaves once I get started on mine.
All the best,
Adam
Thanks for taking the time to comment Adam. No offence caused at all.
DeleteIn fact, I agree with you that horns would look better. I just don't have the skill to make them out of Green Stuff.
Thanks to your email though I have been inspired and will take a look through my bits box later...but no promises!
Howzat!
DeleteAll good, yeah, a trip into the bits box would be the ideal. Maybe even send some nightrunners to grab the horns off a minotaur or beastman model, they are overly stacked with horns those beastman jokers.
All the best,
Adam