Danke danke 😀 Habe mich jetzt schon länger nicht emhr hier gemeldet - aber bald gibts mal wieder ein update 😀
ja vlt zeig ich auch mal die (viel zu fett gewordene) Kerrigan 😛
jaaaa ok ich machs xD Dann muss ich demnächst mal Bilder von dem Moppelchen machen xD
Ja Flickr ist geflutet mit meinen Tyras- war ja auch schon öfter auf dem GW Blog. Zu deiner Frage muss ich sagen das ich extrem selten in einem GW Spiele. Wenn dann war das bisher immer hier in Trier und der dortige GW Leiter ist was das angeht sehr locker. Mit Warmachine Zeug würde ich da vlt nicht zocken aber bei umbauten die man selbst aus Green Stuff gemacht hat gibts da eigentlich nie Probleme. Man darf halt keine Minis anderer Firmen nutzen - find ich aber auch völlig ok. Ich renn ja auch nicht mit ner McDonalds Tüte in den Burger King und ess dann da xD
++++++++++++++++++ UPDATE ++++++++++++++++++
So hier gibts ein kleines Update zu meinem Schwarm. Vorab erstmal Deathleaper. Das Modell wurde teilweise neu komponiert. Die Beine sind vom 3. Edition Liktor da sie dünner und graziler sind. DIe Beine wurden dann auch noch am Gelenk zerschnitten und in leicht sitzender Position neu arrangiert. Der Carapax wurde am genick geggedremelt damit der Kopf realistisch passt. Die Feeder Tendrils sind aus Green Stuff selbst geknetet. Nach allem fand ich das Modell so geil das ich es nicht übers Herz gebracht habe es einfach trockenzubürsten. Deshalb habe ich mir mehr Mühe mit der Haut und dem Modell im allgemeinen gegeben. Am Ende hat sich das Modell zu meinem neuen Liebling in der Armee entwickelt. Inspiriert davon habe ich auch zwei Kurzgeschichten geschrieben. Die allerdings auf englisch. Wer Lust hat kann sie sich hier trotzdem mal durchlesen 😀
Anhang anzeigen 203717 Anhang anzeigen 203718 Anhang anzeigen 203719 Anhang anzeigen 203718 Anhang anzeigen 203720
[TABLE="width: 100%"]
[TR]
[TD]+++++++ Data broadcasting from Lorvan II + Weekly report of events + 54466078.M41 +++++++
Imperial outguards report movement in the shadows. Officer Caparro, a man known for his Courage and discipline, was found sobbing in the deepest area of his command bunker. His Bodyguards were all killed in the most freighting ways. Caparro, who's mind seemed to be completely shuttered, babbled something of a "snarling shadow". Caparro shot himself a day after he was found…
+++++++ Data Stream to: Inquisitor Kryptman + High Alert + Attached File: Camera? +++++++
Anhang anzeigen 203721
+++++++ Data broadcasting from Lorvan II + Weekly report of events + 54466078.M41 +++++++
We have lost all contact with one of our outposts. Last transmission was from Commander Pirka who shot a man because of heavy signs of hysteria. His report was about mental instability among his men. While seemingly uninfluenced at daily duty, men whispered strange stories after dusk in their rooms or at the campfire. Apparently the men feared a so called "snarling thing" which shall lurk in the near jungle at daytime but will sneak into the camp and magically go through thick walls and locked doors at night. No trace of such a thing was ever found nor was any solid evidence to prove its existence. Pirka stated that the local climate and mental stress will most likely be the reason for those assumptions. A vague statement of one of his subordinate Officers was dismissed as phantasm by Pirka. The man told a bizarre story about awaking at night because of a strange and fearful dream. He immediately felt a presence in his room, or so he said. He told Pirka, it was pitch black and there was something unnatural about this darkness. It seemed darker than it should be and although everything in his room seemed normal, his hair stand on end and he felt the abyssal horror only the darkest hours of the night can produce. After a time that seemed to last for ages, he knew the origins of his horror. Something was hiding in the blackness of his room. He heard nothing, but still he knew something was there - waiting, watching.
After laying there for a good hour, incapable of moving, he found the courage to speak and asked, whispering, who was there and what he wants. He should get no answer but something far more discouraging and frightful. From the corner of his eyes he saw a huge shadow peel off from the darkness of his room and vanishing to nothing in a split of a second. Something that huge shouldnt be allowed to move that fast, that agile and without making any noise. The man told Pirka that the thing left no trace of itself but a strange and unfamiliar odor, which had vanished when Pirka interviewed his subordinate. A few hours later Pirka was forced to shoot the man since he attacked fellow guardsmen, accusing them of "letting it in".
We didnt think of it as important information. Stress, phantasms and even hysteria are a common reason for stories like this. But yesterday we lost all contact to the outpost under Commander Pirkas control. Every attempt to contact his vox station failed but one. This one time somebody seemingly activated the speaking mode but nothing was heard but the crackling of the machine.....
Awaiting further instructions...
+++++++ Data Stream to: Inquisitor Kryptman + High Alert + Lost all communication +++++++
[/TD]
[/TR]
[/TABLE]
[TABLE="width: 100%"]
[TR]
[TD]+++++++ Data broadcasting from Lorvan II + Weekly report of events + 54466078.M41 +++++++
Imperial outguards report movement in the shadows. Officer Caparro, a man known for his Courage and discipline, was found sobbing in the deepest area of his command bunker. His Bodyguards were all killed in the most freighting ways. Caparro, who's mind seemed to be completely shuttered, babbled something of a "snarling shadow". Caparro shot himself a day after he was found…
+++++++ Data Stream to: Inquisitor Kryptman + High Alert + Attached File: Camera? +++++++
Anhang anzeigen 203721
+++++++ Data broadcasting from Lorvan II + Weekly report of events + 54466078.M41 +++++++
We have lost all contact with one of our outposts. Last transmission was from Commander Pirka who shot a man because of heavy signs of hysteria. His report was about mental instability among his men. While seemingly uninfluenced at daily duty, men whispered strange stories after dusk in their rooms or at the campfire. Apparently the men feared a so called "snarling thing" which shall lurk in the near jungle at daytime but will sneak into the camp and magically go through thick walls and locked doors at night. No trace of such a thing was ever found nor was any solid evidence to prove its existence. Pirka stated that the local climate and mental stress will most likely be the reason for those assumptions. A vague statement of one of his subordinate Officers was dismissed as phantasm by Pirka. The man told a bizarre story about awaking at night because of a strange and fearful dream. He immediately felt a presence in his room, or so he said. He told Pirka, it was pitch black and there was something unnatural about this darkness. It seemed darker than it should be and although everything in his room seemed normal, his hair stand on end and he felt the abyssal horror only the darkest hours of the night can produce. After a time that seemed to last for ages, he knew the origins of his horror. Something was hiding in the blackness of his room. He heard nothing, but still he knew something was there - waiting, watching.
After laying there for a good hour, incapable of moving, he found the courage to speak and asked, whispering, who was there and what he wants. He should get no answer but something far more discouraging and frightful. From the corner of his eyes he saw a huge shadow peel off from the darkness of his room and vanishing to nothing in a split of a second. Something that huge shouldnt be allowed to move that fast, that agile and without making any noise. The man told Pirka that the thing left no trace of itself but a strange and unfamiliar odor, which had vanished when Pirka interviewed his subordinate. A few hours later Pirka was forced to shoot the man since he attacked fellow guardsmen, accusing them of "letting it in".
We didnt think of it as important information. Stress, phantasms and even hysteria are a common reason for stories like this. But yesterday we lost all contact to the outpost under Commander Pirkas control. Every attempt to contact his vox station failed but one. This one time somebody seemingly activated the speaking mode but nothing was heard but the crackling of the machine.....
Awaiting further instructions...
+++++++ Data Stream to: Inquisitor Kryptman + High Alert + Lost all communication +++++++
[/TD]
[/TR]
[/TABLE]
