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Return of my quote of the week, this time a short and sweet one from “first wall”

“I would rather win a battle fighting for nothing than lose one”

-Forrix, Triarch of the Iron Warriors

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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

In honor of the ending of my favorite TV trio, i am happy to introduce the first vehicle of my WAAAAAAAAAGH GEAR ork army

Several vehicles and characters will be based on the TV series Top Gear and The Grand Tour.

Stay tuned!

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Yall haven’t gotten an update from me in awhile soooo I FINISHED ALL THOSE FUCKING KNIGHTS

3000 points of House Vyronii knights.

Stay tuned for announcements of upcoming projects and updates

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“Attention knife eared assholes, it has come to our attention that your guns don’t go BANG when shot, even the humans guns go BANG, some of them even go BOOM and then you explode, yours just whizz and get stuck in people, what the fuck? Yours truly, an eloquent ork.”

Eldar be like “Primitive Mon Keigh with your dirty cities and inferior technology.” but then open up on you with one of these:

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The Galaxy burns in the fire of ambition.

Another round of the great game begins.

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I started another new project on top of all the others because I’m a glutton for punishment. This will be my armies on parade contribution this year

3000 points of House Vyronii knights

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Update on the “Gloomspite” colors coming along nicely, also picked up a.. special surprise.. will reveal soon! Stay tuned!

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A new voyage to embark on. Say hello to the “Gloomspite” and the start of a new army of kitbashed Kharadron overlords.

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Soooo forgot to post the finished product.

Dame Renfane howled as her dead flesh was cleaved,

"My liege, why must I pay this toll?

How have ye come to be so grieved,

When I serve Nagash with all my soul?"

And Ushoran spoke, eyes black as storms,

"Ye worship he whose hand did mark my brow."

Then the Summerking laughed, and his voice was warm,

"So I shall send thee to meet him now!"

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Dame Renfane howled as her dead flesh was cleaved,

"My liege, why must I pay this toll?

How have ye come to be so grieved,

When I serve Nagash with all my soul?"

And Ushoran spoke, eyes black as storms,

"Ye worship he whose hand did mark my brow."

Then the Summerking laughed, and his voice was warm,

"So I shall send thee to meet him now!"

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Across Terra, every person looking at the sky could see it: a burning wound across the night, or a scar of midnight in the daylight. Through it came ships from the realm beyond, dragging cloaks of insects and shadow. Winged creatures circled them, flying like birds in the gale of etheric energy. Bolts of lightning leapt from the wound, strobing across space. And here were the vessels that had been absent from the weeks of war already waged. Here was the Conqueror, its white hull red with smoking gore. Here were the ships of the World Eaters, their murder cries echoing from the vox, and the voice of every legionary. Angron stood on the hull of his capital ship, a vast and ragged shadow axe raised to the sunlight, roaring his fury at the circle of Terra. There were the ships of the Emperor’s Children, fuming musk and grey dust from jewel-crusted hulls. In the guts of the Pride of the Emperor, Fulgrim coiled and looked out through the eyes of every soul in his fleet, and laughed with delight. And there – following the rest, like the chariot of a king come in triumph – came the Vengeful Spirit. Warships flanked it. Daemons flew as its heralds. High on its hull, on the fortress that it bore upon its back, Horus, Warmaster, First Son of the Emperor, Chosen Champion of the Dark Gods, looked out at Terra. The seat of his father’s empire glimmered beyond the prow of his ship. Shadow bled from him, and the daemons that held to the shadows of his court hissed and bowed their heads as the light of the sun touched his face. The ships poured from the rift, spreading out in a swarm of glinting lights. A hundred, a thousand, ten times a thousand, more and more Now they swam from the warp into the gulfs of the inner system, not an army or a fleet, but a host sent by the will of gods and the art of mortals. The ships clustered and divided as their engines caught on the cold vacuum and turned them towards Mars and Luna and the small orb of Terra all alone in the dark.

Horus watched, and then gave a single nod. ‘Begin,’ he said.

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The sins of the father, they say.

Maybe. Maybe not. But we were always different. My brothers and I, we were never truly kin with the others – the Angels, the Wolves, the Ravens…

Perhaps our difference was our father’s sin, and perhaps it was his triumph. I am not empowered by anyone to cast a critical eye over the history of the VIII Legion.These words stick with me, though. The sins of the father. These words have shaped my life.The sins of my father echo throughout eternity as heresy. Yet the sins of my father’s father are worshipped as the first acts of godhood. I do not ask myself if this is fair. Nothing is fair. The word is a myth. I do not care what is fair, and what is right, and what’s unfair and wrong. These concepts do not exist outside the skulls of those who waste their life in contemplation.I ask myself, night after night, if I deserve vengeance.I devote each beat of my heart to tearing down everything I once raised. Remember this, remember it always: my blade and bolter helped forge the Imperium. I and those like me – we hold greater rights than any to destroy mankind’s sickened empire, for it was our blood, our bones, and our sweat that built it.Look to your shining champions now. The Adeptus Astartes that scour the dark places of your galaxy. The hordes of fragile mortals enslaved to the Imperial Guard and shackled in service to the Throne of Lies. Not a soul among them was even born when my brothers and I built this empire.Do I deserve vengeance? Let me tell you something about vengeance, little scion of the Imperium. My brothers and I swore to our dying father that we would atone for the great sins of the past. We would bleed the unworthy empire that we had built, and cleanse the stars of the False Emperor’s taint. This is not mere vengeance. This is redemption.

My right to destroy is greater than your right to live.

Remember that, when we come for you.

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“I will crush you, Dorn. Forgebreaker shall shatter your armour and break your bones before we are done. But that proves nothing save my physical superiority. Before I end you, I will lay low everything you have raised. I will topple your towers and shatter your walls. I will deliver the Warmaster to our father, and you will watch everything you have trusted be torn apart. When you have nothing left but the rubble of your ambition, and I stand triumphant amid the folly of your inferiority… When all the world’s weeping will not save you and all you have is regret for bricks and despair for mortar… When you look at me and know that you were bested by the Lord of Iron and accept the truth of your hubris… Only then will my victory be complete and I will end your suffering.”

-Perturabo, Primarch of the Iron Warriors

Rewatching Adeptus Ridiculous.

Perturabo is a man child.

Oh he is an amazing general, siege master and tactican....

But fuck he is a man child.

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I’m entering an age Of sigmar tournament! This is my army list!

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Starting a new age of sigmar army!

Need a name and story but I’m very excited

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Guardians of humanity. The Emperors will made flesh.

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Finished primaris Apothecary, and the start of Kazarak the Red Wake, my World Eaters warlord