Saturday, April 15, 2017

New Beginnings

A flicker in the dark

Cast from on high, The weight of our sins
Drowning in Sorrow, A means to an end
Herald of beasts,
Blood drunk,
Blind,
 Descend
Holiest of holy, The fate of all men

05/06/17

Saturday, March 4, 2017

A slew of thoughts and an Epilogue



 I have been slow on the modelling front, my apologies on the lack of pictures etc.  I am ready to begin the final stages of sculpting on the retinue and then on to new things which I thoroughly look forward to sharing with everyone.  With that said, I have spent this campaign with my gaming group trying something new.  With the Totradus Sector I wanted to have a massive space that my group can play in without causing any issues with Cannon or honestly even taking cannon into consideration for the most part.  I wanted to be able to throw them into the deep end and let them drive the entire step of the campaign.  I made a 30 day list of events that would happen and simply told them as things happened but let them choose where they were going the whole time.  I like the freedom this gives the players however I think there are definitely flaws with this mindset.  

It was originally a test for myself as a GM to see if I can essentially run an entire campaign on the fly if a setting was present.  I would say that was a success but looking at this from an outside standpoint I think it is not the best of ideas.  It puts more strain on the players having to actually think things through more than I think they should as opposed to enjoying a story which is the whole reason for the game.  It also insists upon breaking the 4th wall considerably more.  Given that my players are not actually the people living in this world it makes it hard for them to think like their character would naturally, if that makes sense?  Essentially this is the very line between being a character and role playing as one.  I feel like I am rambling.

Long story short, I am reworking my method for the second Campaign.  Each mission will start with a monologue from the Kade to set the tone, give objectives and give the group an overall idea of what to do without straight forward telling them to go here do this. This is how the last two missions of the first campaign were played and as a whole I believe our group favors this.  As for followers of this blog it also makes it a hell of a lot easier to paste an actual story together since I will have something pre-written before each game to share and recount events of the previous mission.

I promise the next post will have pictures and lots of them.  Once the group is done I will have a lot more to share.  Until then enjoy the epilogue to the first campaign, this goes along with the previous post.  It is the midnight hour end of the road, an attempt to save the Planetary Governor while the rest of the group attempts to stop an attack on the foundation of the hive itself.


 Epilogue

I’ve never been a swordsman, just a man with a sword.  Druet was the real deal and the blood leaking from my coat was a testament to this.  On the defensive like I had been since Fabians supposed death we made our way to the center of the ballroom.  I’d be dead if it wasn’t for the grenade hidden in my coat.  My ears still ringing as I watch the bastard rise from the smoke and the shrapnel, his coat torn, his noble features flecked with blood.  He makes it a few steps in my direction, eyes bearing into my soul.   I don’t hear a thing as the crimson halo distorts his silhouette.  His head makes an unnatural turn to his left at the force of the blow and he collapses on the marble floor. 

The ringing fades, I see Nor standing to the side of a pillar his stub gun raised and pointed at Druets’ fresh corpse.  The screams continue long after the gunshots, Celicia finishes off the last few of the coup.  Its ten after midnight, the Planetary Governor is alive, and the fact I am standing in the spire still lets me know my men in the underhive did their job.  It’s not a pretty victory but they never really are, I’ll take what I can get.  

The governor locks down the spire no one in or out, being the closest involved I’m one of the first questioned, in the presence of the Planetary Governor himself no less.  The questions stop as soon as the word Inquisition leaves my lips.  The long silence marks our exit from the scene but before I go the Governor asked my name. I just said, “Kade” and we left.

Hours pass as we make our way back to the abandoned factory we’ve called home the past few weeks.  I mutter a small prayer to the Emperor when I see the three figures standing next to the ship.  There’s no celebration, we are alive and that’s enough for now. There’s a lot to talk about but we will deal with that in the morning.  For the first time in a month I look forward to sleeping, I don’t sleep a wink. The box on my bed is small, the woods old.  Festus checks for foul play, not a print on it.  He tells me it’s clear and I open it to find a letter lovingly placed on a smaller box.  

Severan,

You have my condolences for keeping you in the dark, but it is often in the dark that we find ourselves, is it not?  You have truly risen to the occasion on this glorious day my pupil and for that I congratulate you. While Gavril may have been quite confident in his superiority my money was on you old friend.  This test as you have no doubt come to see, was not just for you but for all of Gaios prime, for all humanity.  The strong eat the weak, it’s the only way anything gets done these days.  I have no doubts; I harbor no grand allusions that in time my name will become anything more than a curse, if not simply forgotten.  I know my greatest triumphs will be regarded as nothing more than a cancer in the eyes of the imperium, a poison in the eyes of my Ordo.  I know the path I walk is one others will see only shrouded in darkness.  Perhaps the years have not been kind to me, and why should they?  The fondest memories of my early days were spent hunting the monsters that hide in the dark, ironic is it not?  In the end my final gift to you old friend is a monster of your own, happy hunting.

Fabian Netzoch       

The smaller box contains a rosette of deep obsidian outlined in gold.  A grinning skull of Gold at its heart, I hold it in my hand, its black chain trailing out of my palm. 

My name is Severan Kade, Inquisitor of the holy Ordo Hereticus, hunter of monsters, slayer of beasts.  I name Fabian Netzoch Excommunicate Traitoris.  He is a heretic and traitor to the Imperium of man.  I cast this judgement in the name of the God Emperor of mankind.  The sentence is death.   

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

The Old Man

It's been a month to the minute since Fabian's death.  I'm looking at the man who says he is responsible.  He tells me he is Fabian's Interrogator.  He tells me it's all a test, we are one and the same, two sides of a coin.  He tells me I'm older than he thought I'd be, that he's impressed I've even made it this far.

He's holding a glass of caramel colored liquid as he looks down onto the hell below us.  He doesn't look at me while he talks, not even when he tells me Fabian's alive.  He tells me again for what its worth I've done a hell of a job getting this far.  He tells me we've finally come to the end of the line and for a second I catch a glimpse of sorrow as he tosses his glass over the railing.

So here I stand on a balcony off the side of the ballroom in the household of the Planetary Governor.  Top of the spire, top of the world.  I look at this man in front of me, younger than I expected, clean cut and handsome.  He was trained for this life from an early age, he was taught how to plan two, three, hell ten steps ahead of his enemies; ahead of me.

We both hear the gunshot in the ballroom.  We both draw our blades.  Mine dull and plain always a tool never a symbol; his the embellished symbol of a master swordsman. Two sides of the coin, one and the same

- Severan Kade   


Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Building Awful Monsters

I've had quite a few people ask my process on how I built Arg'Gallak so figured I would go ahead and detail that here.  (Look at me pretending I know what people want to see in a blog)

This is the first picture I took in the process.  That lump of Aluminum Foil stufffed into part of a Hellbrute and crammed into the upper body of a Chaos Spawn is Arg'Gallak




 Here's a shot of the Blasted Wasteland that has become my desk at this point in building the group



 Initial Green Work(Covering all the Foil) is complete in this stage.




 Arg'Gallak's original form, rising from one of his many maws



 Glued in place


Next we will begin working on the actual musculature.




Thats the last WIP I have before I began painting.



Final product


And a peak of something I didn't have enough time to finish but will get around to.  The Beast of Burden

Saturday, November 19, 2016

The Flock and Its Shepard

It has been a complete joy to watch everyone involved share their contributions and involvement for the Curse of the Alabaster.  With all the posts of numerous blogs I follow and threads on the ammobunker it has really been an avalanche of creativity.  Of particular note I wanted to mention the Wier Brothers from Between the Bolter and Me who have done an amazing job of chronicling the events of the games themselves, a difficult feat given they were also involved in playing.  I have linked each game below for reference. 

Game 1 Table 1
Game 1 Table 2
Game 2

Truly a wonderful start for those of us in the INQ28 community based in the U.S. and I really look forward to where this will lead in the future.  Shibboleth and Reasonfish did a wonderful job organizing the entire event and my hat goes off to them for the first steps in getting our community active with one another.  I also want to mention a gentleman named Isaac(aka Weirdingway) who was kind enough to pack my miniatures with him all the way to LA for the game.  I was not invited to the event but wanted to make sure I contributed something as I recognized this being a big step for our community.  The fact my miniatures were used as NPC's along with those of the legendary Thistle is an honor I am very pleased with :)  This group was the first I have built and fully painted in many years, within a time period of only 15 days no less.  I am quite pleased with how they turned out.  I will be finishing the miniatures I am sending for Outgard this weekend and will have them posted soon.  After that....back to my own projects I suppose, of which I have many planned to show you.

With all that said......

I wanted to explore something that I can't recall being mentioned in any lore in detail but knew must exist.  The hellish bowels of the ships belonging to the worshipers of the dark gods.  A place for the sacrifices and slaves that must be kept for numerous dark rituals.  I imagined a charnel house of immense proportions.  The Carnarium (literally "The Meat Place" in Latin) is one such place.  Over the years I have developed quite a few groups of my own for 40k, one such being the traitorous Sons of Enlightenment Astartes Chapter.  In an attempt to reduce losses they lay in hiding in the void, like a great predatory beast drawn to new worlds by the fires of souls ready to be devoured.  Despite being lower strength than a full Chapter, they make extensive use of Daemons and crazed "human" followers.    Aboard the largest of their Cruisers "The Corpse Mother" houses the rank, putrid, hell that is the Carnarium.


  Perpetually in a red haze the wretched workers prepare soon to be corpses for various rituals.  Most of them have gone blind, all are beyond mad.  Some simply move bodies from one pile to another, a never ending task as more bodies are brought with every world visited.  The weakest are put down and join the piles by ruthless overseers once it has become clear they are of little use to the crew.  Atop the largest pile of corpses lays Arg'Gallak, the cursed, the blessed, the exalted keeper of the Carnarium.  A twisted thing of flesh and blood, gifted for his devotion to the point of no return.  His former upper body now residing deep within his monstrous physique.  With the screams of the dying all around he is drawn into the hellish light.  One of his many mouths opens and his true form emerges, time and again to oversee the glorious work. 






























                                     



Thursday, October 20, 2016

Every Curse a Blessing, every blessing a curse

The reddish haze warms our skin. Yes so warm.  The screams and weeping guide our hands.   Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak!  Glory to the Gods who favor us so.  Hail to their Sons of Enlightenment. Cut the bone, scrape the fat, praise to he that watches over this holy work.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! Let his blessings become our own! Draw the beast of burden closer, pick the fresh fruit from its hooked grasp.  Saw the meat from off the bones, stretch the skin of slack.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! The reddish haze warms our skin. Yes so warm.  The screams and weeping guide our hands.   Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak!  Glory to the Gods who favor us so.  Hail to their Sons of Enlightenment. Cut the bone, scrape the fat, praise to he that watches over this holy work.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! Let his blessings become our own! Draw the beast of burden closer, pick the fresh fruit from its hooked grasp.  Saw the meat from off the bones, stretch the skin of slack.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! The reddish haze warms our skin. Yes so warm.  The screams and weeping guide our hands.   Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak!  Glory to the Gods who favor us so.  Hail to their Sons of Enlightenment. Cut the bone, scrape the fat, praise to he that watches over this holy work.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! Let his blessings become our own! Draw the beast of burden closer, pick the fresh fruit from its hooked grasp.  Saw the meat from off the bones, stretch the skin of slack.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! The reddish haze warms our skin. Yes so warm.  The screams and weeping guide our hands.   Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak!  Glory to the Gods who favor us so.  Hail to their Sons of Enlightenment. Cut the bone, scrape the fat, praise to he that watches over this holy work.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! Let his blessings become our own! Draw the beast of burden closer, pick the fresh fruit from its hooked grasp.  Saw the meat from off the bones, stretch the skin of slack.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! The reddish haze warms our skin. Yes so warm.  The screams and weeping guide our hands.   Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak!  Glory to the Gods who favor us so.  Hail to their Sons of Enlightenment. Cut the bone, scrape the fat, praise to he that watches over this holy work.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! Let his blessings become our own! Draw the beast of burden closer, pick the fresh fruit from its hooked grasp.  Saw the meat from off the bones, stretch the skin of slack.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! The reddish haze warms our skin. Yes so warm.  The screams and weeping guide our hands.   Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak!  Glory to the Gods who favor us so.  Hail to their Sons of Enlightenment. Cut the bone, scrape the fat, praise to he that watches over this holy work.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! Let his blessings become our own! Draw the beast of burden closer, pick the fresh fruit from its hooked grasp.  Saw the meat from off the bones, stretch the skin of slack.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! The reddish haze warms our skin. Yes so warm.  The screams and weeping guide our hands.   Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak!  Glory to the Gods who favor us so.  Hail to their Sons of Enlightenment. Cut the bone, scrape the fat, praise to he that watches over this holy work.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak! Let his blessings become our own! Draw the beast of burden closer, pick the fresh fruit from its hooked grasp.  Saw the meat from off the bones, stretch the skin of slack.  Exalt his name Arg'gallak, Arg'gallak!

Friday, October 14, 2016

Purgatory

To whomever has found their way to my very small space on the internet,

I am aware this blog is quite quiet and it will be that way for a while I have no doubt.  Do not mistake this for lack of progress.  I have no plans for an introductory sort of post and to be honest I am very late if that would have been the case.  Instead I would like to share where the focus of this blog stands presently and in the near future.

I have spent a very long time building the lore of Sector Totradus, it will be the main point of this blog to share this with you all.  At the present time I have been working on models for my groups Dark Heresy characters.  This has been put on a brief hold however to handle my current contributions.

I will be sending NPC miniatures to both the Outgard project as well as the upcoming Curse of the Alabaster game.  I am very excited for both of these but especially excited for the later as I have long waited for the INQ28 community to start strongly in the U.S.  I have very high hopes for the future of this and aspire to have a more active hand involved.  With that said, I will not be sharing any miniatures until after these events as I do not want to spoil anything for anyone who will be attending these games (looking at you Wier brothers).  November 6th you can expect to find high quality pictures(not from my phone) of the miniatures I will be sending as well as background and WIP pictures.  I have been working like a madman on my contributions at a much more increased speed than I normally do.  I highly look forward to applying this new found hobby ambition to my own projects when I am done.

In conclusion this place will be quiet until the 6th.  Expect much quicker updates at that time as well as the first steps into the darkness the Priesthood of Phaeton call home.

Take Care