Maggoths and daemons and beasts, oh my!

Forgive me Grandfather, for I have sinned. 

lright, that's not really true, but I have been ignoring my Nurgle stuff for a long time. I've been busy on my Warhammer: Age of Rebuilding project and Dark Eldar and other stuff. But recently, I've been feeling the call of the morbid and the monstrous again. The creeping spirits of John Blanche an John Carpenter have demanded to be set free again. And frankly, I decided it was time to finish some bits that have been hanging about far too long. 

My first offering today is what I shall refer to as the Great Unclean Two. The reason being, I already painted a plastic Great Unclean One when they first came out. However, I always wanted to paint the old Forgeworld one, and the plastic one's release meant that the value of the FW model declined somewhat. I grabbed this one for less than half of the price that GW want for it. 

I love the disgusting grandeur of this twisted masterpiece. Not only do they add character, they make him remarkably easy to paint. I didn't change up my usual infected flesh method, but I did try something new with the ends of the antlers. The darkening at the points is done using these new-fangled Contrast Paints (which are suspicously like a resurrection of the old Citadel Inks). The combo was Snakebite/then Gore Grunta then Black Templar. 

It's worth noting what a heavy model this is: your arm will get tired when doing the smaller parts!

Next we have a Maggoth! I initially got this guy during the End Times for WFB, but I didn't get to him at the time. If you'e familiar with my previous work, you'll know that Age of Sigmar is something which happened to other people. This is important, because when I got back to the model, I had to make a hard choice about basing: if I wanted to use him for WFB, I'd have to square-base him. But almost all of my Nurgle stuff is 40k, so ultimately I decided to put him on an oval. 

I added a couple of Forgefiend shoulder pads to 40k-ize him. Now, originally I had the idea of changing the Chaos Lord for a Plague Marine. But ultimately, I wanted the Maggoth to be a kind of lone stalking beast, so I green-stuffed over the saddle to make it look like tattered flaps of skin. It did't work quite as well as I'd have liked, but it was good enugh.

And there we have it! A couple of long overdue models finished, and my mind is ticking over thinking about new Nurgloid abominations!

The Plagryn

Enforcer Tyllman wondered if he could claim time off in lieu for this. 
He doubted it. 
Six days. Six days of sneaking about in the corpse of a city, observing, transmitting. Inquisitor Horn has better be getting something out of all this. Tyllman had rarely slept more than an hour or two - and then, only in the most secure bolt holes he could find. He was tired and twitchy. He was hungry from self-imposed rationing. And his underwear was annoyingly sweaty.

Six hours ago, Horn had sent him the signal to get clear.

He drew in a breath and peered out across the open rockcrete space. A shipping yard from the looks of it. Abandoned now. Abandoned and empty. Fifty meters straight across. Then a few outer habs, and out into the woods. Tyllman could make it. 

Except he couldn't. He saw the single, stumbling mutant wandering out into the glass-strewn wasteland just before he began to move. Irritable, he sank back into the shadows of the looming septic tank. He watched as the shambling, diseased creature wandered into the open, shouting disjointed half-sentences. 
Just wait it out, thought Tyllman, wait it out and -

He jumped at the sound of a sudden, gurgling roar coming from the left. He ducked quickly behind the septic tank's supports as he saw the nightmare crash into the open. It was a massive thing, Ogryn-tall, loose threads of flesh and organ swaying as it moved unsteadily. The monster moved deceptively fast, and within seconds, great snapping mandibles closed on the head of the plague mutant. 

Tyllman watched grimly from the shadows as the monster crouched and began to messily eat the rotting thing. He struggled to identify what it could be. It had the general shape and outline of the Plague God's lesser daemons. But it was much bigger and more aggressive...

Which was when it occurred to him. It was a Plaguebearer. A Plaguebearer which had emerged from the mortal ruins of an infected Ogryn. Silently, Tyllman activated his body-mounted pict-stealer and made his way back, further into cover.

He wasn't going to get to leave yet.