Entropic Ascent

Mortarion the Reaper, Primarch of the Death Guard


The shadowed and sinister Mortarion was Primarch and Commander of the Death Guard Legion. Raised upon a nightmare world of fell secrets and necromantic horror where humans were hunted like animals, the darkness that surrounded him seeped into his soul and would never leave him. Fiercely driven and relentless, the reaper-Primarch led his Legion to become wrathful liberators, spectres of death and judgment to whom no battlefield was insurmountable and no foe too terrible to face. With lies and half-truths did Horus sway Mortarion to his cause, and the price that he and his Legion would pay for their role in the Heresy would be nightmarish beyond imagining.


Pictured with some Raven Guard I recently finished and some of Matt Bell’s Iron Hands which will feature in a post soon.








Brother Abdul’Dolon or ‘Lon’ of the Rancid Angels

Lon is a character I am currently roleplaying in a Black Crusade RP, in which he and the other characters have found themselves in an unusual situation on a feudal world, hence his lack of power armour and practically all distinctly Space Marine equipment. I wanted to make a vaguely art scale Astartes without any of his standard weapons or trappings, being replaced by far more primitive attire. I also wanted him to be recognisable as Nurgle affiliated, but very subtly and keeping in line the the aesthetic I have been giving to the Rancid Angels recently; no overt putridity or slimy, bloated rolls of fat, focussing on a more realistic but extreme weathering, corrosion and instilling a general mien of entropy about the character. I also wanted to make the colour palette so cold to be almost ethereal, straddling this ground between hyper realism and  hyper atrophy. The modelling took quite a long time, but the painting only took a couple of hours.

The Rancid Angel Astartes known as Abdul’dolon or Lon was born on an unknown world in 758691 M41. At the age of five, the Adeptus Astartes Chapter the Angels of Purgatory took Lon from his family and began the long and painful process to become one of the Emperor’s Finest, which he did, although it is noted that this ascension was perhaps by dint of chance and perseverance rather than being the noble embodiment of the Imperium’s militant will. The Angels of Purgatory kept few records of this time, the previously stated fact regarding the mystery of Lon’s homeworld stands as a sound example of this. It is known that Lon’s surgery and psycho conditioning was completed but he never progressed beyond the ranks of the scout company. An assessment by the company chaplain on the subject of Neophyte Abdul’dolon when he was aged twenty years un-adjusted, reads; “resourceful and capable, respected by some, shunned by others, certainly a rogue. Close examination and supervision required.”


The chaplain was not blind to the aspects of Lon’s personality that made him quite unsuitable for service amongst the Adeptus Astartes, moreover a chapter so stringently conceited as the Angels of Purgatory. These incompatibilities came to a head when Lon was twenty two, when, during an operation in the Jericho Reach, he quietly deserted his brothers for good and with no remorse.

After several months exhibiting the “resourceful and capable” aspects of his skillset, living alone across several warzones in the Jericho Reach, Lon was found by a small coterie of Rancid Angels, the Brotherhood of Seydon’s Secret, who had a small presence in the warfront at the time. Upon meeting, Lon saw Space Marines that were nothing like the mentors and comrades he had half obeyed in the past. These Astartes had chosen their own destiny amongst the stars.

Lon saw no reason not to go with these renegades and the Rancid Angels duly and gratefully  accepted him into the lower ranks as they are often want to do. Here, Lon fought alongside cultists, troopers and other neophytes for several months before proving his dedication, prowess and reliability on several occasions and eventually he claimed and salvaged a full suit of power armour.


Lon was placed in the Brotherhood of Antithantrop and remained there for several years as one of fourteen warriors. The Champion of Nurgle who often led the Brotherhood of Antithantrop, Gogmagon, was once asked by the Apostle of the Entropic Malady, Ahmad, how an unusual case such as Lon was adapting to the warband. Gogmagon described him as “well liked”, “of balanced humours” and “unambitious apart from some minor, private goals I can only guess at.”

In 758732 M41. the bloodiest campaign the Rancid Angels had ever enacted began to move away from the Calixis Sector and moved fully into the Ultima Segmentum, where it would come to a devastating climax. Lon, like many of the Astartes in the Warhost, was eager for a place amongst the vanguard in some of the final battles of the greatest war his otherworldly liege-lord, Vexvile had ever commanded. He requested a transition from the Brotherhood of Antithantrop, though he enjoyed the company his fellow warriors offered here. Surprisingly, Lon was granted his wish and was placed in the much smaller unit, the Horror Truth Coterie, part of the Rancid Angels 4th Host, led by the controversial and dreaded Spawnherd.

It was against the old enemy, the Napthean Thunderstorms on the war-world of Quarv 7, where the viscous campaign ended and where Lon had the honour to fight on the same field as Prince Vexvile and gained some reputation for himself within the Warhost. Outside the walls of Ataô Civitas, where the Thunderstorms had dug in and awaited assault, the armoured transport the Horror Truth Coterie was embarked in took a direct ordnance hit a mere thirty metres from the Imperial lines. The vehicle was so violently destroyed that it wounded many of the Rancid Angels inside and they were forced to dismount in front of the gunline. As could be expected, the ensuing several hundred las bolts and several more ordnance hits saw all seven of the Coterie downed, though only six were killed outright. Badly burned and bleeding, Lon arose in the smoke, melta-carbine in one hand and bolt pistol in the other and remarkably was not broken enough to stop him defending the bodies of his brothers until the apothecaries could arrive. At a staggeringly high cost, the battle was won swiftly afterwards.

After his recovery, Lon found himself quite well known within the Warhost as a whole, a noted survivor within an army of survivors who prided themselves on their resilience.


A general mien for Abdul’dolon can be established by what little has been recorded of him. He appears friendly to almost all servants of dissention, chaos and decay and seems to bear no particular overwhelming grudge or hatred against any faction, creed or race although it should be noted that like all his Rancid Angel brethren, he would never ally directly with xenos or seek a redemptive path back to the Imperium. The previously mentioned champion known as Gogmagon was surprisingly perceptive in his appraisal of Lon, it is true that his open character is hard to dislike even for the more embittered legionaries of the Warhost. It is also largely true that Lon has little or no ambition to command or to rule, very happy to live a life based on his existential, even humanistic philosophies that he seemed to develop internally before he was united with the Rancid Angels. It is of little doubt that it was these beliefs that led his personality to resonate so comfortably with those amongst the Rancid Angels.

Birth-world and Gene Seed Speculation
Lon genuinely does not remember the name of his birth world, neither does he remember much at all about his life before induction into the Angels of Purgatory. Rather taciturnly, all Lon claims to remember is a temperate climate and an older sister with black hair. Some records from other Imperial sources are varied but suggest the Angels of Purgatory Chapter was operating near the Spinward Front or on the border between the Segmentum Obscurus and Segmentum Pacificus, maybe even close to the outskirts of the Segmentum Solar in the Galactic West. A World such as Kulth have been Lon’s home, though it is very unlikely the truth will ever be discovered.
The technology and ability to test Gene Seed provenance is extremely scarce within the Imperium and far rarer outside of its domain, so the likelihood of revealing Lon’s heritage is close to impossible. Imperial documents pertaining to the Angels of Purgatory do not make their origin clear and Lon does believes his former Chapter did not know the truth either. We can assume that the gene seed may be from a Second Founding or later tithe due to the Angels of Purgatory clearly being founded after M34 and the lack of fame or influence they held within the Imperium.
As for the origins of the Gene Seed, it is almost certainly from one of the Loyal Legions. Space Wolves and Salamanders can be removed from the discussion since Lon shows none of the extreme physical traits universal to these legions and his gene seed appears stable, though he is still comparatively young for an Astartes (Fifty One at time of writing). Since Lon’s Betcher’s Gland is fully functional, Rogal Dorn’s genetics are extremely unlikely. For his Gene Seed to have come from the Ist or XIIIth legion, due to the apparent stability, lack of mutation and the fully functioning zygotes, as well as the fact that both both are used regularly for the founding of new Chapters, especially the Ultramarines. Xth Legion provenance is a possibility as it is worth noting theories that claim the hatred of physical frailty and weakness may be a genetic flaw in the Iron Hands and though Lon does not appear to be overtly repulsed by weakness, certainly less so than most Astartes, he does value fortitude highly.

Rancid Angels: Drejtor and Breaching Auxiliary


Pictured: Drejtor, Champion of The Brotherhood of Seydon’s Secret, II Host of the Rancid Angels and a human auxiliary attached to Drejtor’s service.


Note iconography on left pauldron. This appears to be a non-specific Rancid Angel Warhost imagery consistent with that worn post 758733 M41, replacing the former rejection of any unifying livery other than the mark of Nurgle, praise to our paradoxical Lord.


Drejtor’s brotherhood specialised in close assault like most of the Astartes in the Warhost, but showed preference for siege and room to room combat in addition.


Pictured: Human Auxiliary attached to the Brotherhood of Seydon’s Secret. Note: rare pattern autogun, light plasteel armour and breathing apparatus for operations in hazardous environs, a common staging area for the Rancid Angels.


Pictured: Auxiliary siege shield. Note: Pict recorder embedded in eye socket.

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Unnamed Old Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor, Blind in One Eye


I wasn’t happy with the Inquisitorial symbol plate on his left shoulder so took it off after this picture and replaced it with one I preferred.

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Bledt Blodtsok, Captain of the World Eaters 103rd Assault Company, Harbinger of Executions


I rode a tide of vengeance that could never be denied
Hail the crimson blur – violence has arrived!


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This empty feeling, all that remains.



Just a couple of terrible pictures of GWs Sector Imperialis board. I enjoyed painting it more than I thought I would, which is to say I enjoyed it immensely. My only gripe with it is that it would have been great if the set had a bit more variation. It comprises of 6 2×2 sections but only 2 designs and I think it is somewhat of an oversight not to make at least 3 dublicate 2x2s, or better yet 6 different sections.



Breaking Silence with Something Different- Treatise on Current Roleplay Characters

Just some stuff I wanted to put down, for myself really and I am very aware that this may mean nothing to everyone, but guilt at not posting anything for a long time has driven me to this action.

All the characters I play are never extremely removed from my own personality and of course are intrinsically linked to my interests at the time. I think that almost all roleplayers have at least a fairly significant aspect of themselves, their personality and experiences in the characters they portray. Of course, a character’s thought processes are directly linked to their roleplayer, and a roleplayer who can overwrite their own thought processes and think like the character they have created is one of the signs of a good actor. However it is worth noting that it is actually quite easy to make your character perform differently or even in an opposite manner to yourself in many situations encountered in many roleplays. For example, I would piss myself in the presence of a demon if such a thing existed, and I have seen some moderately fucked stuff in my life, but it is easy for you to say “I attack the daemon as soon as I see it”.

So a very good rolepayer has to be fully invested in not only an alternate reality, but also an alternate persona interacting with this world, constantly asking themselves how this character would do so.

Characters and Me

It is important to note two things about the differences in circumstance between me and my characters.
1. Things such as gods, daemons, magic are real in their respective universes and are defined (sometimes poorly, but I digress) by the lore of the universe.
2. The characters themselves are often in highly adverse situations where they face direct violence, extreme injustice and insanely terrifying prospects daily. They have to fight to survive, so it is no wonder they resort to violence themselves or reach philosophically unsound conclusions in order to deal with the world they find themselves in.

Iago Gnurg
Gnurg’s tend to exist within the fictional institutes of disorder or chaos (not just Chaos) or at the very least they exist within a society or state of order to spread chaos. Iago Gnurg is like me in that he began life in a highly statist society, surrounded by dogma, religion and institutionalised violence and decided to remove himself from this (at least to a degree in my case).
Iago differs to me in several ways. Firstly, he thinks that although often ugly and wasteful, violence is a means to an ends. He also believes that by violently removing and obliterating the state (in his case the Imperium) and replacing it with a ‘new order’ either in the form of a democracy in the Rousseauian sense, or by just breaking the bonds of the state and simply allowing all parts of the Imperium, and in extension the human controlled galaxy, to govern themselves independently.
Iago is naïve and perhaps he just wants to see the brutally totalitarian Imperium destroyed in the hope that something better will fill the vacuum created by its demise. He does express a fairly high degree of self-knowledge and forethought by saying “If our bloody lives achieve anything then let it be simply a few inches of ground towards a future of freedom and peace and a warning to the generations that follow us into the fog of war; we are running out of time to establish the future humanity will need to survive, so use any means to succeed.”

There is much Iago Gnurg knows of the Chaos Gods but he misunderstands a fundamental thing. The Chaos Gods might be evil incarnate, or more realistically they may have more horrific aspects to their ‘personalities’ than they have virtues; which ever way it is, Iago thinks they can be used as mankind’s salvation. This will almost certainly not be the case.

Similar to Iago and me, Maelit was born into some mess of a democracy/aristocracy/monarchy. The sentiment of ‘blood is thicker than water’ is probably bandied around more fervently in his society than either Iago’s or my own but there are still many similarities between the governments we exist under. Maelit decides to leave the indoctrination behind, and his good days are my bad days.
Maelit, on his good days, looks at the humans and wonders: “What are you fit for but to be ruled? You mislead, abuse, extort and murder one another. You worship shit. Maybe you deserve what you get.”
On his bad days, he emerges through the rage and frustration that plagues him to what seems to him, a perfectly clear, truly egalitarian solution…
“Human kind is a disease, I will kill you all, every one of you, granting you release from your useless life. You all must die for death to cease, that is the price of peace. Oh, and if you were wondering what I would do if I was the last being alive? I will end myself knowing my work is done.”

Abdul Dolon “Lon”
Lon is a fairly simple man and probably has the least in common with me out of the three characters written about here, even though he has many ideas identical to mine, especially from the peak of my interest in entropy three years ago. He takes comfort in entropy, he believes all people are equal and values the truth. Where Lon differs is that he prefers to be a bystander to events. He does not seek to change anyone’s opinion or bring the truth to the ignorant. He is merely happy to observe.

Coven of the True Flesh – The Big One (Part II)

The Big One was part of a warband for a short lived =][=Munda campaign I was in last year. I posted a single, somewhat low resolution picture a few weeks ago but more, better quality pictures were requested.
I was quite surprised to hear people liked it as much as they did, for although it is one of my personal favourite miniatures in my collection, the conversion work is only simple but effective and the actual painting took a bit less than two hours.
Anyway, I give you, the Big One…





Calas Typhon – First Captain of the Death Guard Legion

The First Captain of the Death Guard Legion once pursued the role of Epistolary in the Legion’s Librarius, but with the Primarch Mortarion harbouring a deep-rooted distrust of those who wield the powers of the psyker, Typhon suppressed his gift and strove instead to serve as a war leader.


His strength, skill and demeanour led him to high rank indeed, culminating in his command of the potent and unique war ship Terminus Est and the deadly alchemical payload held within its arsenal.



In the aftermath of the Legion’s treachery, Typhon is revealed as the master of chemical death and the reaper of men, cutting down his foes with his deadly power scythe and with blasphemous chem munitions.



Brothers in Shackled Destiny – Deimos (Part II)

On Passchale Delta, Deimos’ torturous rebirth changed his body into an icon. 


The Astartes’ power armour is now almost entirely void of its former Chapter livery and ghostly faces creep across its expanse.


The unusual autocannon variant was used to trap the neverborn Faz’Bil’Beck within it in a horrific ritual conducted by Deimos and his fated brother Amenhotep. The possession forced the already devastating weapon into a new and even deadlier esoteric form.


Pictured after the first four hours of the invasion of Cleast IV.