Got something to show off?  Do so here.  Must be all-ages-appropriate.

Thanks for this Flakk!!!

So first up:


Jenning Chase.
Imperial Shrine World Aribtrator.

Lethaniel.
Deathwatch Tactical Marine.
Dark Angel.

Awesome stuff!  The arbitrator is freaking awesome!  A character of yours?

In reply to flakk (msg #4):

Flakk. Yup. Haven't had a chance to actually play him yet. I rolled him up for a 1-1. But the GM has been AWOL for a bit... dunno if that game's a bust or not.

They sure look nice. I hope that you will have your chance soon to enroll one of them into a game.

In reply to Gwenlynn (msg #6):

Thanks Gwen. Actually he emailed me earlier tonight so we might be back in session.

Thought I'd show a couple of more 40K themed renders. These are not nearly as complete as Jenning and Lethaniel. It's the crew of a Rogue Trader vessel that taxi'd an acolyte squad I GM'd for in DH.




Thaddeus Geltmore
Rogue Trader Captain
Fortunae Semperis

Raan Jaani
Navigator (House Madavi)
Fortunae Semperis
This message was last edited by the player at 02:35, Sun 16 Jan 2011.

Glavius StDruss
Arch Militant
Fortunae Semperis

Nice man, for my homebrew I asked a artist to illustrate my PCs, he has said yes, as soon as its done I will post it here. Until he has finished it I will not reveal his identity

By the Emperor those are some cool pictures!

This thread is awesome.

Really sweet pictures! Love them!

Hey, anybody want to post that picture of the Emperor saying, "I am the God-Emperor of Man, and I approve of this thread."

Really scary characters there. Very dark. They surely have spend to much time outside the blessed Imperium of man.

YA!

Wait until we start posting pictures of cute Eldar, cheery Tau, Majestic Orcs and Friendly Horus and his merry band........

Don't make me hurt you. -_+

Arbitrator Rhysara Naran

Battle Sister Corrine Alesia

Ohh! Nice pose!

Seeing as this forum is for writing as well as art... :)


I've been writing a 'choose your own adventure' story over on RPGnet.  Basically, I write a section of the story, then give a number of options for what the main protagonist (an inquisitor) can go and do next and everyone votes on it.  It's been very successful and got voted a 5 star thread (a rare accolade), so I'm very proud of it and thought I would share. :)

Here's the link for anyone interested.  http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?t=544768

Talent....thy name is Lord Dubu.

Agreed!  Awesome art!  Very inspiring!

Cutter Dekko
EX Blighted-Schola Assassin.

This was supposed to be a trailer for my 40K game a while back. Needless to say I took some liberties with space marines and such...

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"Must you really deliver your head on the plate, Lazar? Will you not be satisfied until you've re-enacted that old myth." Woman's face turned snide. "Only guess what? the Tyranids will not sever it with a blade of honour or even display the kill. They will drag skin from your face and gouge your eyes. And they will dig your entrails with their wicked blades."

The man showed no emotion. "These are the risks I have to live with." After making a pause he continued. "There are things more important than life or prestige."

The uncomfortable silence fell over the snowy hill. Small snowflakes were falling and the wind was virtually non-existent, not even strong enough to play with her long, blonde hair, but strong enough to prevent snowfall from being monotone. Nothing could mar the idyllic landscape, not even their full battle gear. After all such were the times. Even their grim serious faces could be accounted by that simple phrase - such were the times...

And as nothing was offering any clue of the terror that was imminent, so nothing could give the full scale of such monstrosity to one who had never witnessed it.

"You know, he would believe you if you told him that there was nothing you could have done... He loves you like a son." Saying that she gave a somewhat wry smile. "After all, that IS the truth." The woman added the last part almost as if it was insignificant.

Then, however, she realized that it was significant for him. "You know that orbital bombardment will commence if this perimeter falls. Now you can be dead or alive, but keeping the refinery is the only objective," she continued without pausing for breath. "If it falls there is nothing else worth fighting for on this planet."

She was careful not to provoke his defiance, however. That is why she dared not look into his eyes. Not that she couldn't meet his gaze; just she did not want his warrior (male?) resolve to grow too strong. That is why she opted to study the ornaments on his armour. It was similar in type and colouration, but almost twice as wide and bulkier by even greater fraction.

His response, however, was as good as she could only pray for. "You are an inquisitor," the man said. "If you think that the situation is so dire you can order retreat."

As he spoke her view was wondering around his shoulder plate upon which golden letters of his name in ancient Kiril's script were imposed. That gave her an idea how best to turn the discussion her way.

In that moment, however, she was too anxious to look into his eyes knowing fully well she could respond without thinking. "Yes I could issue such order, but I won't. It may be your way to assume authority just because you can, but it is not mine!" Continuing in a calm manner she continued. "This is clearly a military matter and I shall not interfere with it."

She knew something else, however. There was one far less altruistic reason why she was reluctant to issue such an order. That order could bring her courage and honour in question. She knew that Lazar's commander would rather accept an order to retreat from Lazar, who was like a son to him, than a cold, ambitious bitch, such as herself, who would never even flirt with him. She never heard the commander call her that, but she knew that such amount of affection, gifts or favours she was receiving was never coming for free. Her reason kicked in at the moment and she thought that those favours might have been deserved, although she doubted it. Anyway, she decided to shut up on the matter.

Lazarus on the other hand chose the path of least resistance.

"Would you send your son on a suicide mission?" replied Lazar.

"You really think you are the first man to be like son to him?" she replied coldly. "Stigmatus was like a son to him, too. Was he not? And look what happened to him."

With such accusations against his superior a fire almost appeared in Lazar's eyes. "He is the only reason Stigmatus is alive!"

The woman knew she went too far. Yet what was done was done. She lowered her voice. "That information might be outdated." She continued slowly. "Regardless, Stigmatus now takes missions no other chapter dares to accept."

Lazar had no reply to offer.

She on the other hand had. She glanced around, casting one long look. Lazar's men were scattered around the hill, almost forming a circle far enough for them not to be able to even accidentally overhear their commander or an inquisitor. Being somewhat relieved by this look the woman returned to the idea she had from his nametag.

"Look, I know that there is nothing we can do here" she said changing the subject. "And you know that there is nothing we can do. Now, how many of your men need to die before you are SURE that there is nothing we can do? Ten, hundred, million? Isn't one too much if he was Perun or Petar or Chaslav or Nenad?"

Lazar was quiet. The women continued: "Isn't any one of them too much to waste... even if he was Psoglav!" As she spoke the last name the woman looked instinctively behind the man standing in front of her. She saw the ugly head of the mutant. He was giving the woman creeps every time she thought about him and she was sure that somehow he could hear his name every time it was spoken.

Psoglav, whose name meant Dogface in their language, was the only known mutant in the company in the company and privilege to serve the Emperor was granted to him by grace of Lazar alone. Lazar, however, was ashamed by mentioning his name, for he knew that if he could choose which one of his soldiers would die next he would pick Psoglav, even though the mutant was among strongest, most experienced and obedient of the soldiers and the only one who had all three qualities in abundance. He sighed inside thinking that such was the order of things...

Once again the woman recovered from the moment of silence first. She said: "Look, I will not be eaten by Tyranids, at least not today. And I hope you will neither... my love."

In reply to Tzuppy (msg #28):

I do believe my head exploded.

Just some random inspiration hit me, so I wrote this.
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In the dark red light of the caverns, the flames of dim torches only slightly illuminated the mass of bodies that now lay on the stony earth. Dozens of cultists and mutants, mutilated and even more horrifc in their death knells, now littered the scene in the macabre tapestry of a battle freshly ended. Cedric had remained behind the last bend while Sir Wilhelm had gone forward with his brother knights to destroy this cult gathering. Even from that distance he could hear fully the sounds of the battle, echoing down the cavern walls. He was sure that his friend would win the day, until he heard that terrible, other-worldly scream. His own fear nearly froze him in place, but he pushed it aside in his mind and rushed forward, clutching his silver tear necklace and praying. Now he stood among so many bloodied and manlged dead, it was hard to tell if Wilhelm was among them or not. He heard a painful gasp, and turned to see an armoured hand reaching up - Wilhelm's hand. Quickly he moved to his friend, placing his hands just a hair's width above his grave wounds.
"O Shallya, goddess of mercy, behold your servant, behold the wounded by his side. His need is great, O goddess, I pray you now to grant him the power of your healing touch. Let his flesh be reborn, let his bones be mended, his organs restored. If his time is not yet done, and your father Morr becons him not to his garden, let him breath life anew. Goddess of mercy, let your servant be a conduit for your miracles, let your awesome power flow through me, that his wounds be healed."
A faint, pure white light began to glow from Cedric's fingers. Soon the light encompassed both of his hands, and Wilhelm's wounds sealed, as though they had been un-cut, leaving no scars. His blood was restored to his body, and he gasped again as his lungs filled with new life. "I... I live still... my pains are gone... thank you, my friend. Your aid is timely." Wilhelm looked up at Cedric and smiled, their hands clasping as the priest helped him to his feet, a tear welling up in Cedric's eye. "The goddess heard my prayers, praise be to her. I fear I am too late to save your fellow knights... I heard the daemon, Wilhelm, that is why I followed after you so quickly." Wilhelm nodded, and picked up his war hammer once more. "We were unable to stop the summoning, the daemon tore them apart. I must go now and destroy it."
"No, Wilhelm, we must leave! This is too dangerous for one knight, even you." Wilhelm leveled a cold stare at the priest, then shook his head.
"I must, Cedric. I cannot allow that evil to leave this cavern, even if it means my life."
"What sense is there in that thought?! If every knight died to slay one evil, how many knights would be left? How many evils would be left?!"
"Honor demands it be destroyed."
"Damn your honor, Wilhelm! I cannot save you again!"
Wilhelm looked puzzled "Friend, your talents of healing-"
"My healing comes from the goddess, Wilhelm! She does not look well upon those who squander her gifts. She has seen fit to give you a second chance, but you for you to waste it like this... she will not allow you a third, no matter how long and hard I pray for it. We must flee with our lives while we still have them!"
Wilhelm looked down at his hammer. The haft was spattered with blood, the spiked head caked with torn flesh and bits of bone. He shook the weapon, and scraped the head off on a nearby rock as best as he could.
"You have your vows, friend, I have mine. Ulric does not allow cowards to serve in the Knights of the White Wolf. If I run now, I will be expelled from the order. Victory or death, those are my options."
Cedric was visibly shaken. His eyes closed in apparant defeat, but his lips quivered with the anticipation of his voice. "Then... I shall stay. You are as a brother to me, Wilhelm, I cannot leave you here."
Wilhelm shook his head, and placed a hand gently on Cedric's shoulder "No, friend. That would be a greater waste than what I do here. Your gifts are rare, and there are many you can help. I am one warrior among thousands, Ulric will find another to replace me should I fall."
The two men exchanged looks of brief sorrow, then Cedric nodded. "Then I will go... good luck, my friend."
The priest left, though he spared a glance back at his friend, noting for perhaps the last time his mighty figure. Wilhelm could have no thoughts other than the challenge ahead. He gripped his hammer in both hands, stepping slowly forward in the gloom of the cavern, looking for the daemon. He did not have to seek long, for it came to find him, it's form more terrible than any man could imagine. Mouths lined with gnarled fangs erupted from random places on it's body, it's wings of bone spread wide as it stood up tall. A massive bloodied axe was easily weilded in a single giant hand, it's mouth opened for primal scream of fury. Wilhelm held his hammer in a salute, his eyes like stone, fixed on the horror before him.
"Ulric, behold your faithful knight. I pray you now to grant me your favour in battle. Let my hammer be a tool of righteous power that destroys the enemies of man, who have always followed you. Let your eternal fire steele my heart against this terrible force, and if I die, let it be in glorious battle in your name!"
With a warcry a loud as he could muster, Wilhelm charged.

This is not mine, it is art by a artist on Devaintart.com who makes Warhammer 40k art. This is a request for a RP I ran, here it is.



Link to his page, http://nicklausofkrieg.deviantart.com/.

Picture info, characters from left to right.


Regiment: Elysain Drop Troops
Name: Ezikial Hartmen
Squad Role: Drop Trooper

Regiment: Death Korps of Krieg
Name: Alizabeth Dietrich
Squad Role: Medic

Regiment: The Catachan CCCLVII
Name: Euripides “Blacksnake” Mambazzo
Squad Role: Veteran Guardsman, Squad Leader

Regiment: 8th Cadian Regiment
Name: Saric Kranz
Squad Role: Karskin

Regiment: Mordian Iron Guard
Name: Lanner Becht
Squad Role: Rifleman

Here's a little something I wrote for my Night Lords during the Medusa campaign. I know Chaos don't technically have snipers, but a Lt with Kai Gun made a pretty good substitute.

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The hunter lay silently, motionless within the confines of the heavy ceramite armour. Four days he had lain here, alone but for the whispers of the spirits that dwelled within his armour and weapon and trophies. The hunters way was one of patience and perfection. The hunt. The stalk. The kill.

He had been bidden here six weeks previously, and spent the intervening time combing the area surrounding the Imperial staging point. In the night he stalked the fringes of their camp, concealed by day, unnoticed by those who dwelled within. By now he knew it well, each hardpoint plotted on his mental map. His mind calculated angles of fire, and dead zones. He had selected three primary points, and a backup for each. When the time came, he would be ready, and would take his toll from those that dwelled within the camp.

One week ago, the spirits of his armour whispered the words from his Lord. Three nights he had moved silently and cautiously forwards. Three days he had spent motionless, watching the Imperial patrols come close enough to touch, their eyes turned from him by his own skills of concealment and the whispers of the spirits he had taken.

Now he waited.

The sun rose and fell, the activity in the camp never ceasing. Only the hunters eyes moved behind the black eyepieces of his helm. He shifted slowly, lining up the long barrel of his deamon weapon on the camp some hundreds of meters distant. He whispered words of power, awakening the slumbering spirit within, which rose eagerly to mesh with him.

The hunter felt its hunger, and embraced it, his gaze becoming one with his rifle. The distant Imperials seemed to leap closer, close enough for him to reach and touch.

The hunter smiled at the thought. His touch would be the last thing they would ever know. With an effort of will be brought the various spirits he had bound together, focusing them on the task at hand. Each had been a master hunter themselves ... eldar pathfinders, space marine scouts, even a few kroot and Imperial Guard that he had deemed worthy prey.

Looking down on the camp, he saw no worthy targets. He could kill any there without effort. What did they know of the stalk and the kill? Nothing. The hunter no longer kept tally of those. They were only good for drawing out the worthy prey. The best of those he would duel, and if they proved worthy, he would take, binding their spirits within the specially crafted shells he carried.

No doubt the eldar considered his corruption of their wraithbone one more reason to wish him dead. He smiled as he felt the rage of the latest addition to his choir. He welcome the rage ... properly focused, it would be one more aid to him.

He forced the spirits attention to the camp beyond, and shifted his vision into theirs. The camp swam for a moment, the figures in his sights bluring. Now he could see not only where they were, but where they were likely to move. The ghostly images moved ahead of their owners, fading and intensifying as the likelyhood of movement took them one way and another.

There. They would do.

An Imperial officer, quite high ranking to judge by the ornate decoration of his uniform, walking with a group of his subordinates. The hunter led the group, waiting for the ghost images to move where he waited.

His gun shivered as it fired, the round sailing through the twilight air. The hunter watched the Imperial fall, the shell having passed through his throat, all but decapitating him, before lodging in the chest of one of his subordinates. The shock of this had barely registered before his second round found its target, the senior Commissars head exploding, showering gore around the rest of the group.

The Imperials dived for cover, no doubt calling alarm into the night. The hunter smiled, and another Imperial fell, the round from his rifle passing clean through the crates the Imperial had hidden himself behind.

By now he could faintly hear the sound of alarm sirens, and search lights began to sweep out from the camp. It would take them time to sweep this far out, and by then the hunter would be long gone.

The remainder of the Imperials had taken cover behind a chimera, perhaps thinking the armour of the vehicle would protect them. The hunter smiled. From a normal rifle, it might, but his was far from normal. He drew on the senses of the deamon within his gun, and the shapes of the Imperials showed clearly, their spirits glowing behind the dead metal of the APC.

He focused on the nearest one and squeezed the trigger again. The man shaped glow flared and went dim, the spirit passing to whatever awaited it. He shifted his aim slightly and fired again, the powerful round smashing into the ammunition bins of the APC, detonating them and it in a fireball that lit the camp around it. The hunter could see the spirits of those who had been nearby fading, and willed his eyes back to normal vision.

Tracer fire lit the sky as panicing Imperials opened fire on anything they though might be the hunter. Contemptously he shot out the three nearest spotlights, his rounds smashing through the lights and into the operators beyond. One last round was sent into the ammunition piled by one heavy bolter team, the shells detonating and firing in all directions.

The hunter watched the soldiers in the camp scurry towards it, no doubt thinking it was an actual attack. His work done, he backed slowly down into the nearby gulley and began to crawl away to his secondary position. In a few hours the camp should have calmed down. Then he could begin again.

Dark Angel Tacticals

Hahahaha It make me realise just how out of place my character was ^^

In reply to dlantoub (msg #34):

What do you mean. The Mordian part or the French part, hmmm, HMMMM!

BOTH!

Hector. Bounty Hunter (Former Arbites).
This message was last edited by the player at 07:46, Fri 08 Apr 2011.

Sir, I love your style. Great pictures!

The definition of kick ass and smoke lho-sticks.  I can so see this on Imperial propaganda posters (among those who have a certain disregard about the way things should be done)

The slogan is "You want to do this. Join the Imperial Guard and learn how. Inquire at your local recruiting station."

Wicked cool pic!

Inquisitor Orien Ffetrill of Ordo Malleus

Nice. You do any Chaos pics, or just Imperials?

These are all either NPCs or PCs from the game I GM. So Heretics typically aren't around long enough to warrant an illustration.

I might eventually take a crack at some Chaos. But so far I haven't needed it as a game aid. And ultimately that's all these sketches are.

Don't suppose you do requests there Lord Dubu? ;)

Dude the Inquisitor is the best you've done Dubu. Be proud man, be proud.

In reply to Tullyandy (msg #44):

I do. But not for free :) The only freebies I give are to my players. Join a Dubu campaign and get a Dramatis Personae sketch.

Hehe.

I find it unlikely I will be in one of those games any time soon, but I will admire your obvious talent from a distance.

Soldiers without Mothers, the new comic from MajorMurray and Nickalus of Krieg.

Cadian cast list.

For all those Kriegers, here is a translation.

Kadienhauptmann

Kadienleutnant

Regelmäßige Gardisten

Vox Offizier

Names will follow after release.

:D

pleased to see your request had hidden consequences, in the nicest of ways.

Thought I'd toss a couple of drawings in here.

This was a request someone had made on a drawing thread in a forum of their low-ranking Tech Priest character. They specified that they wanted her to be based on the character of Aki Zeta 5 from the computer game "Alpha Centauri".

This one, I freely admit, is traced from a screen shot of the game "Bioshock Infinite;" I hadn't decided what she looked like before starting the game, so I mentally grabbed for the first attractive image that came to mind. The player characters in my tabletop game just saved a girl from being burned at the stake for witchcraft, and now she hopes to learn magic from the Wizard PC. Oh, and there's also the minor matter of her mutation...

Awesome pics!

Devin, care to do some concept drawing for my game of epic combat in space?

This message was last edited by the player at 04:15, Wed 24 Aug 2011.

Epic!  I so wish I could draw....

Me too.

Rogue Trader by Commission

In reply to Lord Dubu (msg #54):

Your best yet! Well done and congrats!!!
A new level in detail makes it your, thus far, magnum opus.

Thanks. It's clearly my most popular on DeviantArt. And it's currently winning the forum contest I drew it for.

Sorry, somehow I missed this post.

Unfortunately, I'm not really in a position to engage in anything aside from paid work right now.

Finally finished Bishop Geist's character sketch...

And here's one for fun I did of the group in d-form.


This message was last updated by the player at 12:36, Sat 17 Dec 2011.

Like usual pretty amazing.

Agreed!  Epic!

Amazing is the word here.

Awesome!

Thanks y'all :)

Where's the like button...

This message was last edited by the player at 15:02, Thu 07 Mar 2013.

Awesome pics Lord Dubu!

Indeed, very nice work.