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Mordheim 2019

Hello!

It has been a crazy while, and I’m terribly sorry for that!

Mordheim 2019 happened this weekend in Helsinki, and I cannot say enough how grateful I am to have been invited to take part of this event. I met most of my hobby heroes there, and they are as kind as they are brilliant!..

As most of my recent work can already be seen online, mostly on the fantastic Echoes of Imperium Blog, i thought it was time to show it here!

First is my warband, the Church of the Ever Burning Saint.

 

I wrote a small atmospheric thing about them for Echoes of Imperium, and i’m just copying it here.


Oh Dear Father,

Forgive me for I have sinned.

I kept my doubts for me, when I knew I had to confess to the Mother Alke.

I fear that it’s too late now, and that the doubts will spread, that madness will reach us all, and that the hope that faith bought us will turn to cinder.

It all started during the Night of the Remembering. Twenty years passed since your judgment cleansed the city. During this time, we made sure that Your Will was made real, and we kept spreading the Holy Fire to the unfaithful and the corrupted.

Each year at the same date, Mother Elfriede gathered the sisters in the nave of the great cathedral, at the bosom of the Rock, and we prayed for another sign from You.

But this year, we had an answer.

Oh dear Father tell me that the answer came from you.

Is this Silent Knight a warrior you sent to guide us? Why sending her to us, but not allowing her to speak to us? Why did she choose Mother Ilse?

We know that the Knight spoke to her before she commit suicide.

What truth was so terrible that she had to renounce her oath to You?

She stayed confined in her room for two weeks with this Knight. When we heard the cries, it was too late.

We found Mother in her chamber Ilse her wrist cut, crying in despair that she wanted to die, shouting the most sacrilegious words to You, who would not let her go.

Such sins could not be forgiven, and in the morning, at the top of the cliff overlooking the ashes of Mordheim, the Silent Knight standing calm next to the Sister Rosamund, the executioner, we gave her body to the Flames, hoping that her soul would be purified.

She burnt for seven days, screaming, crying, desecrating, but never dying. And for seven days, the Silent Knight stood still at her side.

She is still burning now, and the Knight is still at her sides.

But she is serene.

Such signs could not be ignored, and even if most of the sisters think that her simple existence is sacrilegious, some of us followed her and the Silent Knight when the pyre collapsed and they went down into the City.

We follow her now, as she sets the ruins on fire. We think she is looking for something, or someone.

But I fear that the signs we are following are not yours, Dear Father.

I fear that you are not listening.

And I wonder, who is answering my prayers?


And i did a board for the occasion.

I first wanted to make a full board, with multiple layers and atmospheres, but realised a few months into the making that It was way too impractical to transport it to Helsinki with my small budget. So i started another one, as a project that seems like the natural thing to follow my travel boxes. I found a small travel trunk, cut cut a side and added hinges so it would open a bit more, and started the work.

Here are the WIPs, and the box finished:

 

I did a silly animation during the progress, to show the different step i took to make it. I’ll make another one with the box finished these next few days.

 

 

Please follow #mordheim2019 on Instagram to see the amazing work the team made for the weekend!

Thank you for staying here!

Nico

Ex Profundis, gangers and two invitationals.

Hello!

Here is some new stuff.

Firstly, my Age of Sigmar ramblings where featured on the fantastic Ex Profundis blog, thanks to Bruticus! It’s a real honor to see my things on the same page as such brilliant minds. I loved taking this moody pictures of a fictive game and seeing them in huge size with a beautiful layout! Thank you for this opportunity! And i think i’ll stick with big pictures for now! (You can click on the picture, it works!)

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Next, i showed these guys on the Inquisitorium Facebook page. They are a failed attempt to participate to the Iron Sleet Invitational. They are the Whisper’s Will, a specialist squad from feudal world, sent to fight in some war at the other end of the galaxy, considered heroes because they didn’t die yet. In my mind, their equipment is used in toxic swamps, the candles setting the gases on fire so the rest of the army can advance with fewer risks.

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Here a small piece of narrative I wrote on them.

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When they came from the sky, they burned our priests and told us that our gods were false, blasphemies against the only true god. A half dead god somewhere in the stars. I never met Him, but they say that He’s still protecting us. 

I’m the only survivor of my village now. After the king was trapped in a screaming machine, most of us had to join His army or join the priesthood in the pire forest. 

Four mates from my regiment survived our first battle. Did we lose? Did we win? After that, they gave us medals and we spoke to a bold man with too many disturbing eyes, and my head is full of someone else’s thoughts now. I don’t remember the battle. 

I don’t know where are all the others, from the other villages. I guess they were send to fight in His name somewhere. 

Now they say that we are experienced enough to serve as example for the new ones, but i have no clue as to were we are, and why we do what we do. Since we left our planet, nothing seems to mean anything anymore. There are too many stars, and they are too close to each other. There are too many screaming priests, and we have to scream with them if we want to live to see the next battle. I hope that the Emperor protects, as we’ve learn to say, because i’m terrified.

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Here are a few civilians for the Nestorian Infestation campaign that will happen this year, initiated by Bigbossredskullz and WilhelMiniatures – if i’m correct, hope so!.. Nothing too big or scary as i really thought them as part of the anonymous crowd at the back of the pictures.

 

And here is my gang for necromunda. I have a few ideas of narratives and settings for them, that may end in a new board game at some point. I’ll come back on this when they are painted! I started working on them with a few sketches i show here also. I didn’t have plans for the big one, but it kind of happened after some time wandering on art station and seeing crazy artworks! That kind of things makes me want to be better at drawing, waaaay better! I’m also inspired a lot by Vince Michael amazing cyberpunk work, you have to check it!

 

Finally, i realized i’m less active in blogs and forum. The Facebook groups and instagram community makes it too easy for me to hide behind a shy « like » and a small comment, and the guilt of not being active makes it difficult to try being active again, if you see what i mean! Well, anyway, i’m sorry for my absence in that area!..

Thank you for passing by and i wish you all many good things!

The Crawling Tumor – Done

 

 

Here’s the weird warband done! I really enjoyed doing more flesh than metallic wires for a time!.. And as promised, a few narrative lines.. As english is not my language, i hope there is not too much aberrations here also!..

 


 

Deep under the Realm of Life, runs the River of Flesh. Hopefully, most of it flows underground, so rare are the ones who have to bear its presence. But i came across of it. Twice. So i know. 

Listen, if you see the river once, and live to tell the story, you won’t be able to find it again at the same place. It moves. You see, the river is living. I don’t understand how. Maybe it’s just a giant fleshy thing that slowly crawls under the surface spreading stench and horror on its way. 

That’s what I told everyone there, when i came back alone. All the others were gone. You wouldn’t believe what happen to them. But when i tried to show where it all happened, all there was left was the piles of living aberrant flesh here and there, and the smell. No one believed me. 

But then, a second time i went across the river. So i know.

I don’t want to know too much. I heard stories. No one knows where the rivers goes to. Is there a living sea? Is there a giant creature blindly eating the flesh? But there has to be a source. All living thing, when living too long, starts to grow too much. The flesh can go as crazy as the mind. And land is old. Older than you think. And who knows what was there before there even was a land? So there is a source. 

I think.. I don’t know what i saw exactly, but do you think that the source of a living river could be something that walks. And talks? I can still here its voice. No, you wouldn’t believe me. But i know. I saw the crawling tumor. I saw its children. I heard its voice. No one believes me.

 


Most of them don’t talk. Some make strange noises, like a hissing complaint. But it’s mostly silence. I got used to it. It’s not like i got to talk to a lot of people before. Normal people. Well, i guess you understand. After all, your first reaction was the same as everyone else. 

I can’t blame you. With all the things we see outside. It’s only because i’m a part of it that i’m still alive. In that sense, i may be more normal than you, out there.

But you know, don’t you? The land is not crowded. It’s usually good to avoid people. So when you come across someone, of something, the first reaction is mistrust. And it’s usually a good thing. But sometime even the big ones, the ones that can scare the most hateful crowd, can feel something, can feel hurt. Well, it’s hard to explain unless you see it. And you couldn’t. But sometimes, something happens, and the family grows bigger. 

Yes, family. Strange isn’t it?

The hooded doesn’t talk either, but he whispers in your head. In that way, he says a lot. Sometimes, he scares me. He knows that, but he’s full of forgiveness for his children. He shows pictures from his mind, visions. Maybe it’s the future. Or is it the past? Is it something he wants to achieve? 

I don’t really know why, but even if the visions are haunting, i understand them. 

He says that we are his children, and that he made us as he wanted us to be. I know that it can’t be true. How could it be? But i know that in a mysterious way, i am contributing to his vision. I’m a part of his family. And for that reason, he will soon be here. I guess you could run, but what good would come out of it? Running won’t save you. Time won’t save you. You’re all going to die. We will feast on your flesh, and will continue our journey. We survive, and we do have a purpose. Do you?


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