Friday, 20 July 2018

Grandfather Kurgan's Genestealer Cult, part 7

Crawling out from the cold, polluted corners of the Mancunius Dome underworld come the Order of the Guardian.

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I have added another two models to the growing cult: Thokon and Gevik. They are both Genestealer-infected gangers that I will use as Autogun-armed Neophytes in Kill Team. For now I am focusing on adding models that have a chance of being included in a table-top force. My interest in them is less than the "behind the scenes" members of the cult but I'm worried about not being able to use them in a game without the more "fighty" cult members to carry to action part of the story.

Brother Thokon - House Goliath owns and operates many of the great foundries of Necromunda and its workers are the masters of the furnace - the cult has infiltrated in small numbers to gain access to materials and equipment.

Brother Gevik - House Orlock is known throughout Necromunda as the ‘House of Iron’, an industrial superpower fuelled by countless ore mines and a stranglehold monopoly of the convoys serving the ferrous slag-heaps that lie out in the Ash Wastes. The cult has started to reach beyond the mines and slowly creeps into the convoy crews.

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I have 2 Acolyte Hybrids on my painting desk that are undercoated and zenithal base-coated, so they will be the next additions. I have also found a few left over Neophyte torsos (I already used their legs on other projects!) that I will try to splice with legs from other kits. And I have plans to make one or two Genestealer-infected Escher gangers for this group.

Wednesday, 18 July 2018

Thy Soul To Keep, part 17. Epilogue

Act V, Scene 1. Night. Another part of the forest.

Enter DRAGANTE with a bottle in his hand. A noise of thunder heard.

All the terrors that the purple sun shucks up
From bogs, fens, forests, on fall and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin-spike'd, pitch me i' the mire,
Lo, now, lo!
Here comes a spirit of An'sec's, and to torment me
For bringing grave-sand away. I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.
What have we here? an orruk or a fish? dead or alive?
A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell;
a kind of not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish!
Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to
creep under this tree; there is no other
shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with
strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the
dregs of the storm be past.

Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my grave-sand home faster.
It is Dragante! I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke.
But art thou not drowned, Dragante?
I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown?
I hid me under the dead moon's gaberdine
for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Dragante?
O Dragante, two Rotmoons 'scaped!

How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?
swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I
escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors
heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of
the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was
cast aground.
They drink.

I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;
for the liquor is not earthly.
Here; swear then how thou escapedst.
I clung to a fish.
A howling drunken monster!
A most poor credulous creature. I shall laugh myself to death.
A fish swims by.
By this bad light, this is a very shallow monster!
I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The fish i'
the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well
drawn, monster, in good sooth! It is but a Glaubfin.

No more dams I'll make for fish
Nor fetch in firing
At requiring;
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish.
I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
If we survived, the others may have also...
Exeunt DRAGANTE and BORTAGNO, singing
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
The gunner and his mate
Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
But none of us cared for Kate

Thy Soul To Keep - part 16. The Finale!

The Skydock Siege

(Battleplan - Coalition of Death: King of the Hill, GHB 2016)
Admiral Grungi Gunnerson has become way too powerful, and his plans have almost come to fruition. Can the other warbands be trusted, if such a dangerous individuals is offered on a silver plate? Or will a traitor be double-crossed in turn?

The Rotmoons
83 Renown (Portents: The Black Void, Signs from Gorkamorka)

Kapitán Alunzo da Leeva - Orruk Warboss 
El Doctoro - Orruk Great Shaman
Bolet Ghosteater - Fungoid Cave Shaman
Rockeye Fuerte - Ogor Leadbelcher Thunderfist
Dragante - Orruk Boss
6 Orruk Privateers
Don Snotto - Grot

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Ancient ruins towered up from the forest like the bones of long-dead cathedrals, scraping at the ink-black sky. All was silence and stillness here. A heavy doom-laden quite had descended on the forests and mountains of the Harrowmark since the Necroquake had passed through. The denizens of the blighted village of Wӧrtbad knew that the worst was yet to come and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Bolet groaned as he picked himself up off the forest floor where he had slept the night, among the wreckage of half-eaten fungi. His head was pounding and his vision swam for a minute or two. He hunted through pockets and pouches as he hobbled out of the small clearing and along a narrow winding forest path. He needed something to dissipate the crackling arcs of amethyst and teal energy that constantly and painfully popped and sparked across his hands. Small pebbles and leaves floated for a moment as he passed. The skulls that lined the graveyard walls chattered and rattled as he wandered . Strange visions drifted through his mind unbidden. He needed it all to stop!

With a squeak of triumph he located a small grey-green mushroom and popped it into his mouth. A wave of blissful emptiness passed through the grot as he chewed and he checked his moon-sickle and staff and then strode purposefully into the village.

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The Rotmoons gathered between a monument to a long-dead hero and the back of Fallow's End House: Kapitán da Leeva, El Doctoro, Bolet Ghosteater, the ogor Rockeye, Dragante and a handful of the crew.

On the other side of the village the Gilded Hand and their heavily armoured reinforcements looked to the Witch Hunter Pieter van Toorn for leadership, while Kalyustar was safely ensconced in the Rose & Scythe inn.

An'sec and the Riders of Ordeschal drifted through the pumpkin fields.

The Raidho Orthalas has realised that all of their former allies had now turned against them. The waited impatiently at the Skydock for their ship to to come.

A thunderous volley of gunfire rang out as the Heralds of Nagash charged the south wall of the Skydock. An Arkanaut fell beneath their ethereal hooves.

An invisible gheist assailed the Aether Chemist.

The Raidho Orthalas on the north wall blasted the Gild Hand troopers as they advanced through the forest.

The Rotmoons braced themselves for a fusillade that never came as they rushed across the open ground between Fallow's End House and the Skydock.

Kapitán da Leeva, Bortagno and Rockeye charged ahead, leaving the rest of the crew behind. They burst into the building and set about the Kharadron they found there: the Aether Chemist and an Endrinrigger.

Bortagno got ready to join the fight.

Da Leeva killed the Endrinrigger and wounded the Chemist.

The Soulblight Vampire known as the Whyte Lady, and Lord Radclyffe his Riders of Ordeschal, slew three Arkanauts.

An invisible gheist tried to take a bite out of Bolet but the cave shaman fended it off with his protective charms and crude totems. He blasted a Hexwraith with a crackling teal Arcane Bolt.

Another invisible gheist snapped at the Aether Chemist.

Kalyustar watched the battle unfolding from the safety of the Rose and Scythe Inn.

The Raidho Orthalas were embattled on all sides!

The Whyte Lady took a fearful toll of Kharadron!

The Raidho Orthalas fired on the Gilded Hand again as the mercenaries charged the north wall.

The rest of the Rotmoons closed in on the Skydock.

The Whyte Lady wounded the Aether Chemist with her dark magic.

Kapitán da Leeva finally killed the Chemist - the Kharadron hero had withstood over two dozen wounds from blade and spell and gun, but he fell at the end to crulely wielded orrukish steel.

The second wave of Gild Hand troops hit the north wall and navigator fell - the Kharadron lines buckled and broke. As the Arkanaut Frigate descended from the low clouds only a single Arkanaut Company crewman was left to be rescued!

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The Raidho Orthalas were unable to hold out long enough to be rescued. The Heralds of Nagash and the Gilded Hand were evenly matched in their kill-tally at the last. So the two "Death" factions formed an uneasy alliance - Kalyustar knew he had a lot to learn from An'sec.

Trailing in third place the Rotmoons just held the Skydock at the end. Battered and bruised the orruk privateers went back to waiting for another skyship that hey might be able to capture, to replace their shipwrecked vessel as another storm approached. As the curtain closed on the final chapter of the campaign Bortagno went off into the woods to find his old mate Dragante...

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Vikotr's side of this tale is here.

Friday, 13 July 2018

Grandfather Kurgan's Genestealer Cult, part 6

Crawling out from the cold, polluted corners of the Mancunius Dome underworld come the Order of the Guardian. Secretive, stealthy, and utterly dedicated, they have been growing unseen in the hidden spaces of Humanity’s realm. Some of the cultists are truly monstrous, skulking along dank tunnels with heavy robes covering their hybrid anatomies. Others are merely pallid and bald, able to pass for loyal citizens whilst their wyrm-form tattoos remain hidden. These latter-generation brethren mingle amongst the herd like wolves in sheep’s clothing, working so hard amongst the crumbling machineries of Mankind’s industry that none spare them a second glance – but under their work fatigues and the rough apparel of miners and forge-workers, they all bear the mark of the alien.

When their brotherhood becomes strong enough, and all is in place for their great uprising, the Genestealer Cult will make its play. The militant throng will boil by the thousand from sewers, tunnels and basements, seeping from the spires high above like insects pouring from a hidden nest.

Before that darkly glorious day of war can happen, the cult’s warriors have steps to take to undermine the enemy. Saboteurs will shattered the supply lines of those who would oppose them, hidden agents will assassinate key commanders, and routes of escape will be cut off by demolition crews and blast teams. Every eventuality the cult’s masters can foresee will be accounted for, every advantage stacked in their favour. The enemy will find their ammunition crates empty, their fuel reserves dry, their transport craft hijacked and their supporting fleet holed and listing in orbit. When the cult attacks, the enemy will already be surrounded, stranded and half-beaten, ripe for a slaughter long planned.

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I have added another two models to the nascent cult. A Primus and a Magus that I have had in a box on my desk for over a year.

Magus Tovet is the voice of The Order of the Guardian. He plays a vital role in infiltrating underhive society. Due to his intelligence, charisma, appearance, and understanding of the Mancunius Dome society, he is well suited to his role as mouthpiece of the cult. As a Genestealer Hybrid of the 4th generation, he appears nearly human, although bald and heavy boned. He is highly intelligent and possesses formidable psychic ability. His "normal" appearance allows him to operate as the public spokesman for the clan or cult, which is disguised as a legitimate religious movement - a role which the purestrain Genestealer Patriarch cannot take. He is also a powerful and manipulative psyker.

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Primus Demian will be a commander when the time comes for war, but whilst the cult still remains in hiding, it is his duty to spread the Genestealer Cult. His innate gift for leadership and coordination will allow him to militarize the cult in short order, masterminding the takeover of vehicles and even spacecraft.

A strong champion and lauded hero amongst the brood, he appeared in an early generation of the third cycle. The Primus is a humanoid warrior of prodigious strength and tactical guile. Where a Magus boasts a mental acuity and telepathic powers the equal of a Space Marine Librarian, the Primus has a supernatural dexterity and surety of focus that can see him bring down adversaries twice his size.

Until the day of the uprising though he has the role of advisor to the Patriarch, and logistical organiser for the cult's expansion to other regions of the underhive.

These new models were so quick and easy to paint I have already assembled and undercoated 4 more models for the Order of the Guardian. The cult grows...

Wednesday, 11 July 2018

Grandfather Kurgan's Genestealer Cult, part 5

After reading Kill Team Focus: The Genestealer Cults article on Warhammer Community, and spotting this bit in particular:

I fancied trying to make a mutated hive ganger. The Neophyte's head needed the neck joint trimmed as the Goliaths have a very different style of joint, but I think the effort was worth while.

I went for the grey-white armour and dark blue clothes that a lot of the Eavy Metal Team's Genestealer Cults have been painted in. I was thinking about sticking to the "classic" Genestealer Cults colour scheme (purple clothes and black-grey gear) or maybe even the orange & white scheme. I eventually went with the one that looked most distinct from other things I have been painting recently, to give the gang their own identity and a unified look across what will probably be a very mixed group of models.

I'm happy with the results so I will be making a few more models at some point - yet another item on the "to do" list!

Brother Loather, Gang Leader - 3rd Generation Hybrid

His "grandfather" is here...