Army Showcase: Grey Knights!

I finally finished my Grey Knights army and what better way to celebrate than with an army showcase blog!

Let's start off the festivities with Brother Captain Stern.

Who I kind of hate.

Moving swiftly on we have a Grey Knight Strike Squad! These are mostly the old style Grey Knights but they still hold their own despite their somewhat limited poses.

My Purifiers are my favourite unit. I've outfitted them with Nemesis Falchions to maximise their attacks and with their psychic fire blast thingie, they should be able to tackle hordes fairly easily.

The Terminators form the last segment of my infantry. Just a bunch of nice models...

Avid readers will have seen this dude a couple of times before. He's big. He's got a big hammer. Not much more I can say.

And the Dread Knight. I'm really curious to see how this guy fares in the game. I've owned him for over a year and have be wondering very hard about that the whole time!

And last but not least, the centre piece.

The Stormraven.

I didn't like this model at first, but now I've painted my own I have to say I like it a lot. It passed the top test of miniature quality: whether I put it by my bed on the night I painted it.

I can report that I did.

This is going to ship my Purifiers and Dreadnought into the thick of the fighting then knock out a few enemy vehicles.

I have to paint 2 drop pods and 10 more Space Marines but when I'm done you'll be seeing this lovely force in action.

Stay tuned!

Spotlight On: Ork Fighta Bomma

For my one hundredth post, my chum Peter would like to showcase his recently painted Ork Fighta Bomma and reveal a little bit of insight into its crazy pilot… 

“Where’s dat grot?” growled Dakkles” i’s ready ta go an’ shoot-up dos umies an i needs me lucky mascot!”

The grizzled Bomma pilot peered quickly around the makeshift airfield and then forced his way through a crowd of squabbling Gretchin to pull out a sorry-looking and rather pale grot from the melee.

“Come on Whitey, stop mukkin about, i got a job fur you!” he beamed.

One of the bolder gretchin piped up, “what u want im fur boss? e’s not even a proper greenskin!”

The Ork casually back-handed the cheeky grot, sending it flying into the rest like a bowling ball into skittles.

“E’s ded lucky e is!” snorted Dakkles not like yoos useless runts, i always takes im when i goes bommin and i never got killed yet!”

Satisfied that the bombing run could now go ahead, Dakkles strode back to where he had “parked” (crashed) his aircraft, dragging the dishevelled little grot by his collar. Whitey was now happily blowing loud raspberries and making rude gestures towards the rest of the Gretchin.

“Now u lissen to me whitey” said the Ork, pulling the grot up so that they were eyeball to eyeball. “don’t you go shooting off my tail-plane like last time, that cost me two teef to get fixed”

“Yes boss,  i mean no boss!” squeaked the little runt, “i got somefin for u, well that is i know where some uge bomms av been left unattended like!”

“Dat’s more like it” said the pilot “i always knew u was lucky” He stuffed a tiny squigskin helmet onto the grot’s head and gave him an affectionate headbutt. “wot are we waitin’ fur?”