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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:

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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.

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Repair Work to Yog of the Bay of Craneshttps://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/60/760921.page#11735265

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.
 
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Man of Gold Head and Fresques for Eisenhans

Recently I visited Eisenhans to play some 40k games with him and Dennis (the creator of the Gargant of Jagga). During downtime I did some sculpting. First up is a smooth head on the body of C'tan the Deceiver, requested by Eisenhans. He had been inspired by an exclusive preview of an upcoming acrylic diptych of mine, that once again deals with a theme on the devolution from Dark Age of Technology mankind in Age of Imperium descendants. The DAoT half is finished, and I've been steaming along fine with the Age of Imperium half this year. Keep an eye out!

As to the Rhino front fresques, the command Rhino is adorned with a baseline human being, followed by a hogman mutant, until finally a depraved Slaaneshi Marine attempts to create more hybrids with a swine. I first intended to sculpt the text "Descent of Man" over this abominable scene, but then it occurred to me that a way funnier inside joke would be to adorn this abominable procession with the title of my 40k writings and artworks, namely Descendant Degeneration.

The other Rhino is decorated with a Man of Iron strangling a Man of Gold, followed by a Man of Gold finding salvation of a sort in a Slaaneshi robot gifting him a well-endowed body part. The cat-headed Knight robot is an actual model in Eisenhans' highly converted Chaos army, and the fresques are all hints at parts of his army background.

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Genestealer Cult Magus for Grevén

Another hobby weekend saw me convert this Genestealer Magus for the Count. Take note of the Alien Xenomorph parts, which will play an important role in his army.

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Dark Angel for Jaberoo

JAB on his end asked for a hooded skull helmet and a robe for a couple of Dark Angels in his army. Said and done.

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Astro-Ungarian Kaiserjäger Ogryn Bodyguard

I also took the chance to finish converting a Kaiserjäger Ogryn as a bodyguard for JAB's Astro-Ungarian command staff (soon finished as well). My friend exclaimed "Is this a joke?" when I first sculpted the hat itself. It was not!

Furthermore we have two wooden acrylic portraits of Astro-Ungarian soldiery as a Christmas present and birthday gift for Jaberoo:

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Portrait of an Astro-Ungarian First Sergeant

Depicted here is Stabsfeldwebel Grga Demir Hadžić, an upstanding First Sergeant of the Imperial and Royal armed forces of fair Astro-Ungaria. Sworn to serve the Duarch and the God-Emperor, Hadžić is a fine exemplar of what this the most loyal of worlds can produce in soldiery. Stabsfeldwebel Grga is known to keep his uniform and his fez immaculately clean, and his collar can be seen starched at all times. A man of brisk salutes and charming manners toward ladies in particular, this First Sergeant is likewise a pious devotee of the Astro-Ungarian sect known as the Hodzician Twentiers, a fiery sect sanctioned by the Cult Imperialis and oft praised in official staff reports for the martial ardour of its practitioners. Hadžić will unfailingly give proskynesis to Holy Terra seven times per day at the allotted praying hours, just as assuredly as he will flirt with the local womenfolk wherever the banners carry him across the galaxy.

Once, when his 7143rd Astro-Ungarian infantry regiment fought alongside the 9001st Death Korps of Krieg regiment on Lucania Supremalis, Stabsfeldwebeg Grga Demir Hadžić was approached by a Major of Krieg, who was surprised to see that the Astro-Ungarians were gambling on the outcomes of wargaming exercises on tabletop. The staunch Astro-Ungarian First Sergeant was in turn surprised and asked how the Kriegsmen motivated their participants, upon which the foreign Major replied that winning and understanding warcraft was the motivation of the officers of the Death Korps. The very same offworlder would later curse his own allies and complain that his disciplined troopers were shackled to a corpse.

No matter. Come what may, the Duarchy will fight to the end. Such an ancient Imperium and its army could not just perish without a fight. For Saint Chorus and the God-Emperor! Take up arms, o you men of war, and howl with the moon wolves as the sky turn red!

Errare Humanum Est.


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Portrait of an Astro-Ungarian Private

Depicted here is Private Friedrich Zoltán Nagy, a commoner soldier of the Imperial and Royal armed forces of Astro-Ungaria, a civilized world located in the Sotharan League, in the eastern marches of Ultramar. Sworn to serve the Duarch and the Master of Mankind, Nagy is a stalwart and simple warrior, who holds fervently to his belief in the creed that Astro-Ungaria was saved from Old Night by Saint Chorus with his moon wolves, favourite son of the Emperor and blessed enemy of the Devil Lorgar. Whenever matters of faith are brought up with offworlders on campaigns across the stars, the foreign confusion that often meets the pious Catholodox Private Friedrich is brushed aside brusquely, and fists or friendly drinks are resorted to in order to dissipate the knotty issue.

A decent marksman and a brave soldier, Friedrich Zoltán Nagy has proved his mettle in combat on numerous occasions. Shame only about the chronic underfunding, the screeching lack of equipment, the absence of armour and the shortage of uniforms, to say nothing about the costly assaults that has seen most of Nagy's friends shoved into mass graves. Such ghastly sights have not yet managed to break the dogged spirit of the obedient and hard-drinking Private, for Friedrich knows in his heart of hearts that the Emperor protects and Saint Chorus preserves. How else could it be?

Ave Humanae Imperium.
 
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Genestealer Patriarch for Grevén

As of lately I've quicksculpted this monstrosity for the Count, on his request after watching Alien: Romulus. He wants to pump his Genestealer Cults army full with Alien Xenomorph references in the character department, and so we together cooked up this idea for a slaughterfest hybrid offspring Patriarch. It was rapidly sculpted with a mixture of black milliput and green stuff. The Imperial Guardsman swinging a knife is a Catachan Jungle Fighter for dumb but fun 1980s one-man-army action movie reference reasons. The Count wanted the other soldiers to be Cadians since it would rhyme well with Colonial Marines in Alien, but I took the liberty to make them all stalwart Astro-Ungarians of His Divine Majesty's Royal and Imperial Host. This should prove more fun when the Count faces off against Jaberoo's Astro-Ungarian Astra Militarum army in the future.

Note the cowering Astro-Ungarian Guardsman under the ruined arch (sporting a clumsy egg-and-dagger classical architectural ornament design). It is based on my drawing of an afraid trooper in Dysfunctional Garrison, inspired by a trench poem from the siege of Przemyśl (1914-1915). As for the shoddiness of the two soldiers sculpted out of black milliput I have this to say: Milliput has its uses, but even with a generous mixture of green stuff it is a clumsy material for small miniatures. And whenever you sculpt an entire model in one go it will invariably end up of a poorer quality than if you break up its sculpting in several steps, and let dry in between them.

The aim was speed, but I still lavished some details on the Guardsmen, including cap ornaments and cloth patches. The dead sergeant also sports the five fluffy balls on a string on his chest that in real life were awarded to good marksmen in the Imperial and Royal (kaiserlich und königlich, abbreviated K.u.K.) army of Austria and Hungary. Whatever else you can fault the fictive Astro-Ungarians with, they do not lack for valour, they know how to shoot their small arms and they have a competent artillery arm. All the rest is sorrow.

Ave Imperator.
 
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