Just a quick update today before I head off, first of all my final Lieutenant:
Lieutenant #2
Cyrus Pusgurgle, the Undying
Unlike his counterparts, Cyrus has no grand story of being a weakling blessed by his God. He was born as a particularly large boil burst on the oozing flesh of Nurgle into a life of excess and joy. Within mere months he was fully grown and marched onto his first battlefield, only to be cut down by a mere mortal.
It took further months for him to regain his strength and corporeal form, but with the camaraderie of his filthy brethren he felt no shame at his defeat, and became more powerful than ever before. Something of a rivalry was born when he met and fought alongside Larry, who had killed him in a past life, although Larry took this far more seriously than Cyrus.
Unable to match Larry’s speed and ferocity, Cyrus turned to a war of attrition and magic as they sparred. On more than one occasion, his opponent dissolved into a pile of Nurglings, to the laughter of onlookers. This led to somewhat of an arms race between the two, gaining experience and power as they fought.
It was at the rare and terrifying united behest of the Chaos Gods that the two turned to face the Badlands, to secure the great power that lay there. As they made their preparations, Herma joined and alerted them to the presence of mortal cultists of Slaanesh worshipping there. In an instant all three had arrived, armies in tow, and slaughtered the fools who had summoned them.
Winter is coming.
*Cyrus managed to trick Larry into thinking he was a different Great Unclean One than the one he had slain by saying that his name was instead Papyrus. Larry is an idiot.
*Cyrus sees Elves only as bags of Nurglings, and will do whatever it takes to free his little brothers
*Cyrus’ favourite movie is “The Warriors”
Cyrus Pusgurgle, the Undying
Unlike his counterparts, Cyrus has no grand story of being a weakling blessed by his God. He was born as a particularly large boil burst on the oozing flesh of Nurgle into a life of excess and joy. Within mere months he was fully grown and marched onto his first battlefield, only to be cut down by a mere mortal.
It took further months for him to regain his strength and corporeal form, but with the camaraderie of his filthy brethren he felt no shame at his defeat, and became more powerful than ever before. Something of a rivalry was born when he met and fought alongside Larry, who had killed him in a past life, although Larry took this far more seriously than Cyrus.
Unable to match Larry’s speed and ferocity, Cyrus turned to a war of attrition and magic as they sparred. On more than one occasion, his opponent dissolved into a pile of Nurglings, to the laughter of onlookers. This led to somewhat of an arms race between the two, gaining experience and power as they fought.
It was at the rare and terrifying united behest of the Chaos Gods that the two turned to face the Badlands, to secure the great power that lay there. As they made their preparations, Herma joined and alerted them to the presence of mortal cultists of Slaanesh worshipping there. In an instant all three had arrived, armies in tow, and slaughtered the fools who had summoned them.
Winter is coming.
*Cyrus managed to trick Larry into thinking he was a different Great Unclean One than the one he had slain by saying that his name was instead Papyrus. Larry is an idiot.
*Cyrus sees Elves only as bags of Nurglings, and will do whatever it takes to free his little brothers
*Cyrus’ favourite movie is “The Warriors”
Fun fun. With my copy of Diablo 3 arriving on Friday I came close to not getting my weekly painting finished before we started, but I showed tremendous self control yesterday and finished off these guys before playing:
Their bases aren't finished just yet (I need to char the ground around their feet), but outside of that, that's 10 Bloodletters with semi-full command. The standard bearer is just a stick bearer right now. I didn't document the method since it was a largely experimental paint, but sometime in the next 50 or so that I still have to go I'll take pics along the way.
Figuring that they had enough red - and sticking to the theme of my army - ice swords were the way to go, and they ended up looking really nice. I just went with a base of black followed by shades of grey moving up to the tips, then did a wash of blue. The Imperial Blue that came with the others is a kind of weird inky consistency, so I barely watered it at all.
Ok, 20 minutes until I have to go. I'll probably do an update during the week of the campaign and battles, things are going to get interesting (with only a 2 in 5 chance of playing High Elves again!)
"Can you dig it?!"
-Cyrus, in The Warriors
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