My brothers, Astartes. The defeat is inevitable, but our fight is yet not over. Let us gather our troops and begin our retreat under the shadow of black smoke spreading from the burning Thorn Moons.
A gift from the warp has been sent to us by the dark gods themselves. The Primogenitor, father of all space hulks, has teared it’s way in to the reality and will provide us a haven. We will return!
IRON SLEET 
Really dig these Red Corsairs of yours mate!
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Cheers 🙂
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They shall return. Mark those words!
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They shall!
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Sweet Emperor they are awesome Kari…
Let the Galaxy burn!
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Cheers Brother!
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Great pictures of some fabulous models!
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Thanks! 🙂
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Holy hell! The renegades march again. I love it how the new Corsair-Lord instantly fits with the rest while not diminishing the non-terminator armoured Astartes. Superb.
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Thanks Brother! I think I have to find a way to make more of these bulky bastards.
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Such a tight imagery.
I love how much everyone is an individual and all fit together. Evil space pirate murderers at its best.
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Thank you!
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The pale vampiric flesh and rusty oily red armor is a great contrast.
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Yeah, I really wanted that skin tone to pop out in these.
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