The tendency to aggression is an innate, independent, instinctual disposition in man… it constitutes the powerful obstacle to culture.
– Sigismund Freud, Ancient Terran
Remade. Refaced. Reborn.
At the darkest hour, we slip in the hive to hunt them. Every night. We hunt nightmares. Every morning we come back and we dream of them, and go back again to find them.
We face them and we bind them.
We are legion.
*Done* and what a fireworks it’s been. It’s been flow. Ideas, conversions and paint flowing into one thought. New face, new angle, new aspect of my favorite Legion. It hasn’t been pushing for some crazy experiment, but refining previous lessons. The Masked King the only real stretch to paint. But here they are. A striking bunch. A group I very much want to introduce to Alpharius and Jargassor when they return from Terra.
I need to figure out which models to trim to fit the “dozens” rules for Pilgrym that we are also using for Alabaster. And the Tractor, show case piece, maybe to be accommodated some how to one of the games.
At some point before the game ELM-3r needs paint too.
+ But now, now a golden dart shoots through the void for Fenrys. Carrying the orders of the twelve. The Thorn Moons and the Heretek Green Mechanicvm will meet the Emperor’s sanction. +