Hobby Group Auxilia Work

Grot Painter

"Ztop moveen'!"

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Quicksculpted for a friend's Mega-Gargant build.

The same goes for this lookout Grot and impaled Squat:









Impaled

"Da stunty kept bounceen aboot like a squig whun we kicked 'im. Zoggin' fat un, ha! Den da stunty stayed put afta we chugged a stake in 'im. Hur-hur!"

- Vox-thief recording of the boasts of Ork Nob Harbak Facebiter following the sacking of Kin mining outpost Gygi 11 on Frijdrak Quadralis in the Badab Sector, Ultima Segmentum

 

Unicorn Mare

"Neigh!"

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Sculpted for a friend who wanted to give his stepdaughter a Christmas present out of the ordinary.

The relatively small round base was chosen for ease of use with insert bases, both square and round, for whatever wargames one wish to use the miniature in.

 

Repair Work to Yog of the Bay of Cranes

Out of nowhere it crashed into the abandoned transit stop for omnibus passengers.

Suddenly four tonnes of armoured auto-sedan collided with the building. The armaglas panels cracked open from the violent force, and the driver of the vehicle was turned to a red smear behind his steering wheel. Inside, the crash threw the gutted pict screen and heavy metal table head over heel, burying Yog of the Bay of Cranes beneath and knocking him unconscious. Days later, he awoke and managed to push away the debris that trapped him. A glimmer of hope was sparked in his feverish mind. Perhaps the disaster had opened a way to escape from his prison cell?

Alas, this was not to be. For fate had played a cruel trick upon him. Yog ran his clawed nails across the crudely glued cracks of the armaglas panels. Apparently the local authorities had see fit to repair an abandoned trnasit stop for whatever reason. For this end they had used primitive ironworks fastened by rivets, yet instead of replacing the destroed armaglas they had simply reinserted the cracked pieces and fastened them together.

Fantastic. This unexpected restoration of his prison had seen it lose some of its ancient sleek aesthetics, for crude rivets and delapidation.

Yog howled and howled, yet no scream of his could save him from his neverending imprisonment.

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My friend Deviatecod used a heavy metal piece for the foot of the table in this diorama. One that could not be pinned. As bad luck would have it shortly after we presented our friend Jaberoo with the diorama, the table loosened, and would not shake right back into place. Thus, Deviatecod tasked me with the arduous work of cracking the diorama open to glue to table back into place.

Yesterday, I at last set to work. It involved a lot of cutting, drilling holes, rubber hammering and pressing with fingers until the transparent plastic cracked in unexpected places. Once opened, I reinforced the standing painting with extra super glue, just to make sure it remained standing, and then reattached the table to the floor with an obscene amount of contact and super glue. Then I let the diorama air off its fumes down in the heating room with window somewhat open.

Today, I super glued the cracked transparent plastic pieces in place. I had cut out cardboard strips and had painted the edges first black, then iron. These were then super glued into place, and once again the diorama got its ventilation down in the heating room. Once fumed off, I took up the diorama and applied green stuff rivets to the cardboard strips. I also sculpted a couple of purity seals, a skull symbol and some local flora hanging out akin to lying grass from under the tiny roof. Then I immediately painted it all, while the green stuff was still purely fresh, without once touching any of the sculpted areas. The grassy tuft was painted purple, highlighted beige and washed purple. Later today, when all of the modelling putty has dried, I will present Jaberoo with his repaired and hopefully final version of his diorama gift from me and Deviatecod.

A sufficiently Imperial piece of crude repair work to a damaged building, I hope you will think.