#bestigor

[diceyjune]

Beastmen Bestigor

Attached: reference from a Mordheim mini

a huge fan of that white studded leather material. its really nice.

[deadlysyndrome]

Bestigors are finally finished, my 1000pt army is just around the corner

[nightbringer24]

To anyone who's got the Ravening Horde army book for Old World, what are the base sizes for Beastmen now. Not the monsters and such, but the regular ungors, gors and bestigors?

I've some I've not built up and I need bases for them.

[skxrbrand]

It had been pure happenstance. Happenstance and no small amount of hatred.

Whatever his feelings towards the Exile, Kha’xanzyr was able to see a small picture as well as a big one. He understood the only good enemy was a dead one. And when his Blood Host, newly summoned from the gore and viscera of a recently slaughtered town, crossed paths with a herd of beastmen stinking of the Monochrome ones, there had been no thoughts, only violence.

They were more numerous, but Kha'xanzyr had faith in his warriors, who charged into battle with the murderous zeal that only Khornate daemons brought to a war. The ground shook, the brays of the beastkin mixed with the roars and hollers of hungry Bloodletters and as they grew closer, the Architect could see that no normal Beastmen were these. The stench of Malal was thick about them and their features were shaped oddly. Black claws, patches of thick scale, skull-like faces.

These were Malgors.

And at their rear lay their leader, a brawny creature with a head like a Hyena and a grinning, drooling countenance to match. Kha’xanzyr snarled at what appeared to be cowardice, but it was no such thing. The creature and it’s personal guard were standing sentinel over someone, escorting them quite against their will, somewhere. And from the color of their garb, the Bloodthirster could see it was a fellow Khornate.

So, just before the front lines crashed against each other, he took the sky and flew over the skein of bodies to investigate and behead the enemy. With just a few great flaps of his wings, he was before the Hyena Wargor, dropping before her with all the force and ferocity of a meteor. Kha’xanzyr sniffed, ignoring the cackle of the Matriarch and her daughters, soon to be dead to his axe. He did not recognize the warrior, but his garb...

The Bestigors came forward. Kha’xanzyr grinned, brandishing his axe. Investigation would have to wait.

[chaosprinceundivided]

Return with Violence

Rulek came out of the howling vortex, the change of the Blood God’s excessive attention was radiating as a great pyre from his crimson scales. Each step he made was a quake of violence and jingling of brass chains holding countless skulls -whether of daemon or mortal, his muscles twice-packed and taut under armour both natural and material. Great braids of scales ening in speartips hung off his horned skull like a mane. Eyes wide with a barely contained brutality. The blood of his foes still seeping off him like sweat. Hands tight around his weapons; twinned bearded axes so vicious and intense of their bloodthirsty fury that he seemed to be holding them back as much as himself. 

That draconic face pointed, realizing he was in the ruins of a Imperial town. The stench of pungence and animal markings thick in the air, almost pushing through the overbearing copper in his nostrils. Deep snorts inhaling and there was a billowing horn calling to arms.

“The stench of sick beasts shamble in my presence.” His voice carried, the feel of his daemonic and twisted mortal servants at his back. Rulek’s jaw was quivering in its tightness, it wasn’t for his own unquestionable power, his teeth would probably break from his gums. The burning lust to kill was so overbearing. It was maddening. It was buzzing in his skull like nails under his skull. Kill. Maim. Burn. Kill. Maim. Burn. The unmistakeable, oh-so-familiar, chant barking. 

And from the village of festering corpses half-eaten and fatten of motis gases, pus-fat and tumored warhounds charged from their claimed nests with drool green of sickly poisons. The Daemon Prince whirled his axes over and in his palms before swinging them out. From their stagnant form, the blades and hefts extending into crackling scourge-lashes. White-hot cuts of the air and in the next trots, beasts exploded into burning chunks and bones. Once. Twice. The daemon moved before extending his arms out, the axes pulling themselves back together as heads rolled to his feet. 

Then came the howling harpies and the trembling charge of beastmen afflicted with Nurgle’s pestilence, led by the most bountiful bestigors so grossly endowed. 

He tried to hold it back but so soon from the Brass Lord’s realms, Rulek couldn’t control himself and howled out with a rear, “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL-THRONE! KILL THEM ALL! BURN THEM ALL! MAIM THEM ALL! ALL FOR THE GODS!” 

Above all, his Blood Legionnaires howled in unison with a vigorous roar. Rulek’s momentary drowning of the Blood God gave them a spiriting energy that almost crawled under their scarlet hide and burned their Brand of Undivided. The binding to his daemons all shared a taste of the Blood God, even burning the Daemonettes and Slaaneshi warriors with a heretical burn of otherworldly masochist enjoyment. The skullcrushers were the first to charge around him, wanting to crush the sliced bodies under their hooves and swords swing the first wave of beastmen’s heads off their shoulders. 

Ghorgen, Champion of Rulek, was more than gleeful to led the scarlet tide against the beastmen. With a churning sword lined of snarling teeth, he lunged and let his blade devour the most bold bestigor from shoulder to groin. The horrific stench of its black, poisonous blood to spray behind in a rain of ichor over its own allies. Rotten bones and liquidifying flesh was nothing to the supremacy of Khornate steel. “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!” He barked out, kicking another aside before plunging his armored fist into a third’s chest. Claws wrapping around spine and tore it and skull out with a sickly slurp! 

“SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!”

[petterwass]

Very nice work! Mierce is jus really good for Beastmen. I things I got from them: -Cygor -Gorgon -Giant -Dragon Ogre Shaggoth x 2 (one with hammer to be a Kholek and one with a axe) - a unit of six minotaurs with greatweapons -Bray-Shaman -Five Bestigors (too expensive to get a while unit from them, but they look very cool so I use them for my front rank dudes) -My Battle-Standard Bearer -A Beastlord on a giant goat who counts as a Razorgor Chariot when I field him -Razorgor So damn good. They also sell a unit (3) of Razorgors, in case you want some variety in your giant piggies

As an aside, I adore how you painted the Cygor eye; it looks like a giant glowing blue gem!

Finally got my Mierce Miniatures Razorgor stand in, fastest unbuilt to painted turnaraound to date, thx to @petterwass for the suggestion

Bonus: Cygor wip

[robinvous]

painting has been very slow as i've been super sick recently, but the bestigor is ALMOST FINISHED !! just some finishing touches (drybrushing metalics, shading on leather, final highlights and the base) and I'll be shelving the rest of my Beasts Of Chaos to paint up more Kruleboyz

[avarchillionpaints]

Slowly but surely we are coming to an end with my Slaanesh army.  These guys up there are my version of the Slaangor. I used a group of Bestigors as base mini. Then I added some chaos barbarian, deamonettes (Games Workshop - https://www.games-workshop.com) and Reaper Bones bitz (Reaper Miniatures - https://www.reapermini.com) to the guys and ended up with pretty chaotic looking minis. The halbert and shield were part of a kromlech (https://www.kromlech.eu) mini I took apart. The big egyptian looking blade was made by “Scibor Miniatures” (https://www.sciborminiatures.com) and the little demonlady on the banner was made by “Mantic Games” (https://www.manticgames.com)

Over all I am pretty happy with the result. They look like they are supposed to look. :-)

[forbidden-sorcery]

Bestigor

[atlantisdoodle]

My last RPG character: Mama, the kind and generous Nurgle’s bray shaman. For a beastwoman, she is really peaceful and friendly. She isn’t agressive (she has a minautor and two gors for that) and really love children. Beside being perpetually pregnant, she foster all the children abondonned in the wood, from all species and with all kind of mutations. When is herd was destroy, she takes the 3 surviving adults and her only last 2 children (a little fostered mutant girl and a nearly adult tuskgor from her blood) and guide them to a new territory near Wurtbad, where they found an human cult of nurgle to ally with for breeding and reconstruct the herd. She trade the seed of the man of the cult and their vigiliant watch over the gor’s impregnated women, with their help and protection. When a huge bray hard come to destroy the city, she prenvent them, so the cult can fly away and come back after. They also have saved the cult master from a group of “adventurer” who are on their road to hang him. By doing this, fostering abondonned children, and forbiding the members of her herd to agress the city’s people ( but not the road gunslinger and other villain) , she indirectly contribute to the peace of the region, but not to his health and hygiene, has every wounded she encounter was “healed” for surviving and spreading Nurgle’s benediction.

[diceyjune]

two beastmen pieces Bestigor Portrait

Beastmen Wargor. 

[mad-willy]

A while back I painted this #bestigor #miniature from #citadelminiatures for use in #dungeonsanddragons or #pathfinderrpg . . . . . #beastman #chaos #warhammer #warhammerfantasy #mini #miniatures #miniaturepainting #fantasyart #citadel https://www.instagram.com/p/CKfs5srHv4k/?igshid=10gchc2yxbzcd

[sohlon40k]

That's 19 bestigor (in front of my very snazzy Christmas tie) which need rebasing for AOS although as I'm doing it I may just go the whole hog and repaint them too. First things first though I want to add some rocks to their bases using some left over sprue. This may not end well.

[heretic-deb]

An Update!!

I have been somewhat busy since I decided I was going to go back to work. I have been working on Beastmen, Space Marines and A Warlord Titan, as well as other bits here and there.

First of all, the Beastmen. I love these guys and painting them is a real hoot. I had 40 Bestigors and 3 chariots this time and I wanted to put my batch painting skills to the test. I managed to do the Bestigors in 3…

[trve-grimdark]

Bestigors of the Drakwald Bogs

[skxrbrand]

@warhammer-fantasy-muses​ / Taurox the Brass Bull

At Last.

Though the Changer seemed to be conspiring against him with that blasted purple daemon at every turn, Skarbrand was persistent, staid and stubborn. Pleased to be back in his correct body again, pleased to be getting on with his original mission. Anything that even looked like it might’ve been a distraction had been brutally murdered and eaten.

Things weren’t quite right, weren’t quite the same, but the daemon chalked it up to being in the body of a Slaaneshi. They weren’t right, after all. But time healed all and with each step, he shook loose the taint of the purple daemon.

The thing about the Slaughterhorn Warherd were that they were as subtle as a rock through a window, sowing destruction and slaughter in much the same manner as a band of Khornate daemons. Playing at it-- the Reaper would show the so-called Children of Chaos and their leader, the Brass Bull, what a true slaughter-fest looked like.

He announced himself in the typical way; crushing the nearest bestigor underhoof. The sound of splintered bone, smell of blood, and the dying bray of the mortal was sure to catch everyone’s attention.

“ Beastmen of the Slaughterhorn. I am Skarbrand, finest of the Blood Good’s warriors! By his decree, and if you value you pathetic lives, you will point out the one who calls himself -- ”

“ --The Brass Bull.”