Showing posts with label Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fiction. Show all posts

Monday, 18 November 2013

Showcase: Characters from Gedeal's story

In case you've read Gedeal's story, here, you may have been wondering if I had painted any of the characters involved. In actual fact, I have.

The first character to appear in the story is, unsurprisingly, Gedeal himself, shown here in modified Scout armour and cameleoline cloak. The armour used by the Guardians of the Covenant scouts varies depending both on the mission being undertaken, and also how far advanced through their training they are, with more experienced scouts being given access to more powerful and rarer weapon systems and armour.

The miniature itself is part of the Anvil Industry Black Ops Sniper Recon Team, which is one of the best miniature sets I've painted. The base is by Fantascape.








The other main characters appearing in the story are Chronicler Zianor and Chaplain Attaris. I have modelled these using miniatures available in the Limited Edition version of the Dark Vengeance set by Games Workshop. The Chaplain is on the decorative base he came with, whilst the Librarian is on a base of my own concoction.





Friday, 15 November 2013

Extracts from Archive log 1366907A-3F



Gedael crouched at the edge of the clearing idly thumbing the selector switch of his rifle as the Thunderhawk settled to the ground in front of him, his camouflage cloak shifting gently in the breeze. The ramp lowered and a lone figure emerged, encased in armour the colour of flame-blackened steel. Blue robes covered his shoulders, sweeping aside as the figure moved purposefully down the ramp to the forest floor below. The figure reached the bottom of the ramp, turned to face Gedael and beckoned.

Gedael smiled, knowing that although he was effectively invisible to normal eyes, the subtle powers of a Chronicler Librarian would not be so easily fooled. Standing, he stalked towards the gunship, halting and kneeling several metres from the Librarian.

The armoured figure spoke, repeating the words he had said a hundred times before, on a hundred different worlds, “Petitioner Gedael, you aspire to join the ranks of our battle brothers, and leave the 10th Company which has been your home. You have called and we have descended from the void. Have you completed the task that was given by the Keeper of Mysteries?”

His head remaining bowed, Gedael replied in the ancient form without yet understanding the full meaning of the words, “I have returned from the wasteland. My task is complete, and yet my burden is just beginning. I become Unforgiven, but you cannot grant me forgiveness. I would return to the fortress to petition the Keeper.”

“Very well, Gedael, rise and enter.”