#branchwych

[thewenglishwarlock]

Branchwych done and ready to wonder the woods

[beornwulf]

Branching out into Age of Sigmar via the medium of the Sylvaneth spearhead

[zmasters]

[koboldart]

Recently we started a Warhammer Soulbound campaign and I just had to draw my badass sylvaneth branchwych, Lhyrann, and her pal, Grubby :)

[brushchewer]

To start a series of uploads this is my 15mm Wood elf army. I love these little guys.

These are my Treekin. I have a branchwych, dryads, forest spirits and a couple of big tree lords.

[lewdcookies]

Solança, Branchwych of Clan Xeria, Gnarlroot Glade, and her bittergrub companion Lavor. Protectors of Fafyrd and Liberators of Whitevale.

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A character played by friend in a Soulbound campaign we both play in. Felt it'd be nice to paint her up in model form. At some point I do intend to do the rest of the Binding. If I can find the right models for it.

But did you know that Sylvaneth are pre-eminently drybrushable? They have some great texturing for that, saves on highlights. Once I had figured out what colours to use it went down pretty painlessly. Even if I my Coelia Greenshade has some flow issues I've noticed. The clasp at the base of the braid isn't the best, lost too much detail there by accident. The only real mishap was when the bittergrub tail broke off after painting, must've not glued it properly. But that was only minor annoyance in the end.

Also first time I've used tea leaves for basing. Which went down pretty well.

[sodachilowercase]

a mass of tree revenants, alongside a branchwych

[autarch-of-the-stars]

I know I'm all over the place with models, but here is the start of my sylvaneth!

[gardhoulthehermit]

And a branchwych!

[herebegeeks]

New Post has been published on http://www.herebegeeks.com/tabletop-games/sylvaneth-branchwych/

Sylvaneth Branchwych

Two weeks ago, I started my Sylvaneth experimentation with some Dryads and inks. This week, I'm continuing my Sylvaneth foray with my first leader, the Branchwych. The Browns and Greens Like my dryads, I started with a black primer with zenithal white over. I did a quick drybrush with white

[tinfoilscribbles]

I don't like that chompy leg grub. But wysiwyg says the branchwych can't be alone, the bug had stats. Thankfully there are spites abound to count-as.

(Not sure yet what the third will look like)

[thewenglishwarlock]

Tree friend spinning to a lovely song :)

[zmasters]

Life and Death, a Warhammer: Age of Sigmar Story

In the streets of Candleheld, a city of Shyish, marched the four clawed legs of Thavara. The vampire, formerly of the Avengorii Dynasty, paused in front of a green realmgate. This gate lead to the other half of the twin city, the half within the lush forest of Ghyan. She planned to enter the gate and travel to the Realm of Life, but nervousness froze her place. The green glow washed over her thin, light blue lower body. Her blood red wings hid her clawed fingers playing with a woven dagger, a gift from the one she wished to talk to.

Thankfully for her, the one Thavara wished to talk to walked through the realmgate first.

“Ahh, Zyn.” She said, faking confidence and trying to use her wings to hide her wagging tail. “Just the wych I wanted to see. What brings a child of life into the realm of the dead?”

Zyndras, a sylvaneth branchwych, stood in the glow of the gate. A scythe sat on her light brown shoulder while bugs skittered through the red leaves decorating her head. “I could say the same of you.” She answered, her voice raspy.

“How many times do I have to remind you that I’m undead?” Thavara laughed.

“You know what I mean.”

“I joke. Still as stiff as the tree you live in, aren’t you?”

“Still trying not to eat everyone you meet?” Zyndras shot back, her still face failing her attempt at comedy.

With a hearty laugh, Thavara plucked a worm out of Zyndras’s foliage. “You supply me with enough meat.” She said, throwing the insect into the air and catching it her mouth. “What to talk in the normal spot?”

The two warriors meandered past the strange looks of Candleheld's residents towards an old, abandoned dock. This dock was partially destroyed during an ogor pirate invasion. While the invasion was dealt with long ago, a small gnoblar tribe that traveled with the brutes had infested the area and keep people from repairing the broken trade port. A new dock was built a hundred meters down the beach.

Thavara’s fangs dug deep into a lone gnoblar’s neck while Zyndras poked at a piece of washed up driftwood. A flower sprouted from the wood.

“So… what’ve been up to seen we last talked?” The vampire asked, trying to avoid what she wanted to say.

“I was,” Zyndras sighed, keeping her eyes on the sprouting flower. “I was visited by Mother Alarielle.”

“Oh! That’s great!” Thavara smiled. “I wish Alarielle was my god. She’s so much nicer than Nagash.”

“She is.” The sylvaneth sadly creaked.

“What’s wrong Zyn?”

She sighed. “Mother Alarielle asked me to become a Soulbound.”

The statement struck Thavara like a stake through the heart. Becoming a Soulbound meant one thing. Death. Permanent death. No resurrection. No rebirth. Nothing. A soul lost forever.

Thavara knew the danger of becoming a Soulbound, especially for a sylvaneth like Zyn. Her plant pal and her kin lived for their cycles of death and rebirth. If she agreed to this request from her goddess, her entire "bloodline" ends right here.

"Y-you said no, right?"

Zyn didn't answer her.

“Right?”

"You wouldn't say no to your god."

"I wouldn't say no to Nagash because he'd rip out my bones and build a new servant!" Thavara yelled, throwing the dead gnoblar to the ground. "Alarielle gives you a choice. YOU CAN SAY NO!"

"I can't!" Zyn shot back. "No sylvaneth can say no to our Goddess!" She lowered her voice with a sigh. "Death can't refuse their god. Life won't."

The two stood in silence. The blood of the greenskin drip towards the piece of driftwood, watering the red flower growing out of it.

"I'm sorry." Thavara squeaked. "I don't have many people I can call a friend. I-I'll miss you..."

"So will I." Zyn said, taking a step closer to the vampire. "But you will always be a member of my Glade."

Thavara wrapped her clawed arms around the branchwych, lifting her into the air and causing her to drop her scythe. "I'll keep an eye open for you here." She smiled, pressing her forehead against Zyn's. "You Glade will be safe with me."

"I trust you will."

The vampire laughed as she dropped her sylvaneth friend. "So what does your god want you to do?"

"Those I am bounded to and I are tasked with preventing Drycha and her Outcast from attacking the free cities of Ghyran. Candleheld included."

Unnoticed by the two, the flower roots buried into the sand of the beach, the blood feeding the burgeoning plant. This will not be the last time this flower will taste blood. Mere months later, Zyndras would stare down at the blooming, blood red flower, fed by the blood of Thavara.

Thavara never told Zyndras that she became a Soulbound herself.

[meetmyminis]

So here we are, my first try at a Sylvaneth "4 seasons" army is over ! It’s been over for a few months now... assembling and painting these models took me roughly 2 months, each time a new league phase (lasting 2 weeks) started I did a new seasonal batch, typically with 1 hero, 1 unit of dryad and one extra... here are a few close-ups of my seasonal Sylvaneth.

Spring already had a dedicated article here, the rest is below !

FORCES OF SUMMER

Treelord

Branchwych

Tree-Revenants

Dryads

FORCES OF AUTUMN

Branchwraith

Kurnoth Hunters (with bows)

Tree-Revenants

Dryads

FORCES OF WINTER

Dryads

Branch Nymph (head swapped with a skull to get a more sinister look)

As you can see, the Winter season is only one unit : the league pewtered out in the end and I jumped onto another project rather than painting a last piece that wouldn’t see table time. I’m nevertheless amazed by the fact that I cleared all my backlog of Sylvaneth, except for 1 Treelord and 1 Spirit of Durthu !

I admit that I’m really proud of myself, not only by its look but also by the time it took me to complete this task. These models are gorgeous and easy to paint. Even if having that many models seems daunting at first, breaking it down into four quarters with different color schemes really helped to avoid boredom. 

On top of being pleasant to the eye, this army is a lot of fun to play with very specific ways to move across the board, and jump at the enemy from (almost) unexpected angles. They are on my shelves for now, but I’ll get them back onto the battlefield as soon as possible !

[realmsherald]

Day 2 - City of the Dead 

When the weak pallid sun broke past the horizon and the shades of black merely became shades of grey Lyliath night of singing to the World Roots bore fruit. In addition to her original surviving seedkin finding her throughout the night, she was greeted at dawn by the forms of a sister Dryad, a martial Tree Revenant and a stoic and noble Kurnoth Hunter, his man-height sized bow already strung with snapvine, the oakenstone arrow held loosely, but ready to be launched in a moment’s notice. Though this towering Hunter stood tall and proud, his Quiverling pranced and hopped around his legs and the rest of the seedkin group, chittering happily, the rootgrown arrows jostling about in his stump-like growth. 

Together the Sylvaneth moved out in search of shadeglass and answers in this life-forsaken city.

By mid day the seedkin came across a curious geometrical glass orb resting on a pedestal, before the Branchwych could peer into its dark mirrored depths the sound of striking thunder once again sounded.  At this the noble hunter, Durakhorn stood tall and saw far. 

“Sister, the golden sons of Sigmar are holding the west courtyard…” he paused,  uncertainty furrowing his wooden brow. “By the grace of Alarielle they seem to be battling amongst themselves.”

“This cursed city must have ensorcelled their minds, the light of their god clouded under these dust skies, quickly, let us take what shadeglass we can and leave this damned courtyard.” Lyliath then looked to her fleet of foot Dryads, “Run to the shrines my sisters, discover how to unlock these artifacts of old, Revenants and Durakhorn we shall guard you, today we reap from afar.”

Together they fanned out creeping through the ruins and trying to keep from the notice of the golden hammer wielders. As Lyliath got near she saw the incredible sight, hammer blows reverberating off sigmarite like thunderclaps, arrows of lightning striking through light-lifted winged men, two skull faced fanatics screaming to their shared god for the power to smite their mirrored foe. Truly this was a land of insanity and as a scion of nature Lyliath could not abide by such chaos. 

Nodding to the Kurnoth Hunter he let loose his oakstone tipped arrow, she watched sail far and fast, striking one of the priests in the small of his back, breaking through the sigmarite with ease.  Crashing to his knees, his head raised to the sky Lyliath could hear a distant shout of Sigmar on the wind as his lightning bolt of a soul shot up through the sky. Within a heartbeat her nearest Tree Revenant pounced forward onto the rival priest, sword slashing into the golden armor and failing to strike through the protective plate. A resounded hammer blow quickly followed and was unlike those heard when the Stormcast battled one another. The sound of a wet crack reached the Branchwych and she saw her warrior crash backwards trailing the street’s bonedust in his wake. 

Raising her scythe in answer she was interrupted by the call of a Dryad, who held the glass geometrical orb aloft, its depths unreadable, yet a feeling of unlife stirred within. Lyliath saw that she had what she needed from this chaotic courtyard and still seeing the madness of the battling twin sons of Sigmar she did not want to descend into that same insanity. 

“May you return to the soil and become one with the World Roots my brother.” she said under her breath before turning from her need for revenge and fading back into the gloom of the bone choked alleys of Shadespire.

[ecclesiarchy]

Sylvaneth - Branchwych