Showing posts with label Dark Mechanicus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dark Mechanicus. Show all posts

Saturday, 1 February 2020

Magos Mestobargos and the Corpsefeeder

A devotee of the Arch-Heretek Belisarius Cawl, Magos Mestobargos is fascinated with the union between flesh and steel, particularly in the ways that discarded and mutilated components may be welded into new and horrific creations. One of his greatest triumphs is the Corpsefeeder, a monstrous daemonic war machine which stalks the battlefield collecting the remnants of enemy soldiers and ruined machines, to be later reborn into a horrific second life...


This conversion came about more or less because I had buckets of bits left over from other conversions. The central trunk was a tattered old Forgefiend which had leant bits to the Headsman and the Spiderfiler among other bits. The Maggoth kit comes with a couple of sets of arms, and that was where the legs came from. They had to be cut and pinned into place. 


The tentacles (which I imagine it uses to forage for bodies and components) are spares from a Dark Eldar Talos (which reminds me that I need to photograph my Dark Eldar sometime). The horns jutting out of its head (?) are spares from a Great Unclean One


The tail was the swan-off leftover from the Blight Hauler I used to build the head of the Hanging Tree. I tidied it up a bit and pinned it in place, then built up the flesh around it with PVA/Kitchen towel mix and then green stuff. 


Mestobargos himself and his weird throne wossname is based on half of a Vampire Counts Mortis Engine which I got second hand. I'd already used a good portion of it for throne of Lord Eiterfex, but a bit of side by side comparison showed that it would sit nicely on the Corpsefeeder's back. The throne back with the evil webbing is a leftover bit from the Ararchnarok which the previously mentioned Spiderfiler is based on. For the magos himself, I used Belisarius Cawl's axe (if you look at the link at the top you'll see that I replaced Cawl's with a Lord of Contagion's axe). The head is the alternate head from the Magos Dominus I used to Build Magos Langyll. His extra arms are cabling from the tatty Forgefiend and the hands are spare zombie and ghoul hands, which I seem to always have more of. 



That's basically the recipe, along with a bucketload of filling and pins! Not sure what I'll use him for in games. I might use him as a Plague Hulk, or write some custom rules for him (I play with narrative gamers). I should find reasons to pair him up with his conceptual brother the Blightstalker, who was my first version of this idea.


... what's less clear is how I'm going to store him!



Tuesday, 3 April 2018

Let's forge a narrative part 2

Part 1 of my story was well received, so here's part 2. Will Belisarius Cawl and Master Pustolion be able to carry their diabolical plan, or will Inquisitor Horn be able to foil them? 


























Friday, 30 March 2018

Thanks for your time - let's forge a narrative!

I'm very pleased. I set this blog up on 8th January 2018, and only a few months later I've just passed 2,000 views. I've had some good feedback and a few people have been interested in the methods I use.

Now, the monstrous Lord Eiterfex is still being readied for battle on my painting table, so I thought I'd do something a bit different - use my models to tell a wee story. Thanks to everyone who has visited this blog or commented!















Tuesday, 27 February 2018

Magos Langyll, the Innovator of Rust

When Belisarius Cawl fell to Chaos, he did not go alone into damnation. Whole macro-maniples of Skitarii and other Mechanicus warriors fell. Quickest to embrace the power of Nurgle was Ingogen Langyll, Cawl's right hand man.


Cawl himself may be given some meagre credit inasmuch as his intent may have been noble in the beginning. His monstrous Primaris experiments, his blasphemous plans to capture the Eye of Terror and the lunacy of even suggesting he could resurrect a primarch were at least originally intended as plans to help the Imperium.



No such doubts exist with Langyll. Where Cawl had raged at the perceived blindness of the Imperium and its condemnations, Langyll was dismissive and without regret turned his attention to the saving of his various materials and experiments.


Langyll had been carrying out highly unethical experiments for centuries. He sought ways to marry flesh, machine and the power of the warp in new and bold ways. The man had no loyalty, no humanity and no real allegiance beyond a commitment to the pursuit of knowledge. What a man of this disposition might yet achieve in the dungeons of the Plague Planet remain to be seen. 


Langyll embraced the power of Nurgle completely and without any sign of regret, quickly becoming fascinated with the seeming contradiction of his new patron's focus on decay and resilience. Motivated by this morbid fascination, Langyll has begun to experiment once more, and in deep dungeons of screams an despair, strange shapes lurch into unclean life...




Monday, 29 January 2018

Belisarius Cawl, Arch-heretek, Hellwright of the Plague Planet

In late 973.M41, the Ordo Hereticus began to ask quiet, sensitive questions about the conduct of a high ranking Martian Archmagos named Belisarius Cawl. The task of leading this investigation fell to an Inquisitor named Erasmus Horn. Horn was know for his subtlety, patience and most of all for operating away from the hierarchy of the Ordos. This was important for the Inquisition, because the investigation required plausible deniability. Horn knew and accepted that should he be discovered at the wrong time, his masters would disavow him.


The reason for this secrecy was that Cawl ranked among the most senior and revered Archmagi of the Adeptus Mechanicus, second only to the Fabricator General himself. Should the case against him fall through, a monstrous diplomatic incident might well be the result. But the rumours were too alarming to leave unexamined.  There were mutterings, whispered gossip that the Archmagos was heretically tampering with the Emperor's divine work, that he had indulged in the use of warp technology in a lunatic quest to improve on that which is holy and right.

Working with sympathetic magi inside the Martian hierarchy, Horn was able to determine that Cawl had for some time been making requisitions which, though individually innocuous for a senior Archmagos, painted an alarming picture when put together. Cawl had been obtaining suspicious amounts of Astartes geneseed, vastly more than was warranted for purity checks. Cawl had been careful to source through a number of different channels. He was clearly trying to avoid attention. On top of this, he seemed to have over several years acquired an alarming amount of cloning and genetic manipulation facilities. It was agreed between Inquisition and Mechanicus that this evidence warranted a raid on Cawl's Martian holdings.


A significant taskforce of Skitarii and Inquisitorial Stormtroopers assaults Cawl's forges, and after a brief ferocious battle was successful in neutralising Cawl's forces. It was quickly apparent that this was because Cawl himself and a portion of his forces were not present: either the Archmagos had been away on business or had got wind of the investigation. However, whilst Cawl himself had slipped through their fingers, what Inquisitor Horn and his Mechanicus colleagues discovered was enough to damn the Archmagos a hundred times over.


Whatever doubts there had been about Belisarius Cawl, they were all confirmed in that monstrous exploration of his laboratories. That Cawl was wholly insane there could no longer be any doubt. In his blasphemy, he had declared himself greater than the Omnissiah, claiming that he could better the work of the Emperor. The appalled investigators found hellish attempts to create a bigger, more pliable form of Astartes. In his arrogance, the vanished Cawl had labelled the abominations Primaris, a word which contextually has overtones of supremacy which mp proud Space Marine chapter would have ever recognised. Thankfully, Cawl's experiments had been largely unsuccessful: such warp-twisted abominations that were found in the laboratories were few and far between. Horn put them to the flame without exception. 


Further exploration of Cawl's holdings showed more heresies. An unfinished device was discovered the purported reason for which was to expand the Eye of Terror into a morbid scar across the galaxy. Every senior Archmagos consulted by Horn dismissed the device as a madman's fevered experiments. Yet the hellish purpose behind them was in itself enough to condemn any servant of the Omnissiah. Cawl apparently planned to use this fiendish warp-scar as a power source. His journals detailed insane plans to justify his actions by claiming that they came straight from Roboute Guilliman. Indeed, it was clear that he intended to create a cloned puppet of the thirteenth primarch to be his mouthpiece. All of Cawl's work was put to the sword and the purifying flame. He was expelled from the Adeptus Mechanicus and declared Excommunicate Traitoris in a unanimous vote by the Senatorum Imperialis itself. Cawl, however, had disappeared. 


It would be many years before Belisarius Cawl came forth again to blight the Imperium. Realising that he was discovered, the Archmagos had fled from Mars. Initially, his plan had been to travel to a secret facility he maintained in the Ghoul Stars. However, on his way, his ship was ambushed by a fleet belonging to the Synod of Suffering. The Archmagos was dragged before Lord Eiterfex, who offered Cawl a choice between service and death. To Eiterfex's amazement, Cawl agreed immediately. His bitterness and despair at the failure of his schemes had driven him further into the spiral of madness, and the degraded glory of Nurgle now appealed to him immensely.


Granted laboratories on the Plague Planet, Cawl set to work with deranged abandon. If the Emperor refused his genius and rejected his superior Astartes, then Mortarion and Eiterfex would reap the reward. In deep caverns that rang to screams and scrapcode, Belisarius Cawl found his true vocation. Great adominations of flesh, metal and Neverborn energy staggered from his putrid furnaces. 

By 015.M42, Cawl was ready. And at Lord Eiterfex's side, he marched out to take his revenge on the galaxy.