Oracle Art

Sharing the journey through my imagination. All pieces are drawn, painted and assembled by me. Please source if you wish to use. Comments welcome. Thanks!

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“The Pursuer is a large hulking vampire knight who hunts down those who bear the curse of want. The curse of life. Possibly to atone for past sins committed. Wielding its massive bulk, dagger sized talons and knife like fangs; the Pursuer will relentlessly stalk its target until slain. It is unknown if the Pursuer serves under King Vendrick, as did many other knights, or if it acts off of its own accord.” - Finished Varghulf Courtier for my upcoming Dark Souls inspired Flesh Eater Courts army. Used some new methods to get the live sepia looking flesh for that grim dark appearance.

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“Amongst the upper echelons of the Sons of the Dawn astartes are the members of the Mortuary Cult. Donning artificer Saturnine Terminator suits of the highest quality, they bear the visages of the deities once revered by the people of the world of Heliopolis; now said to be the various aspects of the God Emperor. Whispered among the battlefield allies of the Sons, the Mortuary Cult has another name. The Eaters of the Dead. For to become a member they must consume the flesh of their predecessor to absorb the wealth of memories and experiences.” - Finished Saturnine Pattern Terminators. Plan to use as that or Bladeguard marines. Models by Heresy Lab.

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“The slave who became a gladiator. The gladiator who defied an emperor. Striking story! But now, the people want to know how the story ends.” Angron - Primarch of the 12th legion World Eaters. Driven to blood lust by the cerebral implants known as the ‘butchers nails’. Red Angel miniature by @dragonborn_resin_prints

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“Mind and will completely dissolved into blankness by the corrupting influence of Chaos, the Chaos Spawn lurch and stagger into battle with twisted limbs flailing. Dangerous and unpredictable, the only process left in their brain is the desire to kill - and they do so with a disturbing strength, lashing out at a horrified foe with unnatural strength.” - finished pair of Nurgle chaos spawn for an ongoing commission

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“A revolting stench wafts around the Foul Blightspawn, his corruption clotting the air itself. Breath rattles through pus-slick tubes as he cranks the rusted handle of his malignant churn, bellows wheezing and plague slop roiling in the incubatum upon his back. Some foes stare in bewilderment at this strange performance. Some direct their fire at the Blightspawn, shots rebounding from his armour or thumping harmlessly through rotten flesh in sprays of effluence. The wise, however, flee for their lives.”

Finished Foul Blightspawn for an ongoing Death Guard commission.

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“Sinister, hooded figures, Plague Surgeons drift through the mayhem of battle like ghoulish spectres of death. They were once Death Guard Apothecaries who brought healing to those who could be saved, and absolution to those who could not. Damnation transformed their order, rendering them the dark antithesis of what they once were. The very touch of a Plague Surgeon is virulently infectious, while every breath they exhale teems with spores and Daemon motes. The miasma that drips from their weapons and surgical instruments only adds to this effect. Any for foolish enough to engage a Plague Surgeon in combat will soon be crawling with empyric disease.”

Finished Death Guard Plague Surgeon for an ongoing commission.

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“The great labour of the Death Guard is to spread Nurgle’s bounteous gift to every corner of realspace. The Biologus Putrifiers have a vital role to play in this process, for it is they who refine the batches of diseased slurry brewed by the Foul Blightspawn, and distil them to the utmost potency. From their backs dangle racks of blight grenades, churning with the latest strains of noxious plagues. With each volley of hurled ordnance, their epidemic spreads; injector pistols unleashing concentrated doses of foulness into their targets.”

Finished Biologus Putrifier for an ongoing Death Guard commission.

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“The worshippers of the Dark Gods know that there is power in words and numbers, incantations and arcane numerology. Seven is the unholy number of Nurgle, and the preachers of this doctrine are the Tallymen. Part priests, part demagogues, part metaphysical scribes and quartermasters, these festering zealots stride to battle festooned with the trappings of their strange craft – reams of parchment, crawling with tallies of seven in a strange, crabbed hand, counting the horrors inflicted on the Death Guard’s foes.”

Death Guard Tallyman for an ongoing commission.

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“Blightlord Terminators are an elite formation of Chaos Terminators utilised exclusively within the ranks of the Death Guard Traitor Legion. Relentless and unstoppable, these elite Death Guard warriors are bound forever to mutated suits of Cataphractii Pattern Terminator Armour.

They stalk forward with guns blazing, mercilessly mowing down rank after rank of the enemy. Combi-weapons, Plague Spewers and Blight Launchers add to the fusillade, reducing infantry and vehicles to slop.”

Finished pair of commissioned Blightlord Termjnators to add to an existing unit.

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“A patchwork entity born from an amalgamation of lost souls and the withered bodies they inhabited, over time The Rotten absorbed so many life forces that he came to possess a Wonderous Soul of his own. He dwells deep below the surface world, embracing all that arrive at his sanctuary for things unwanted or thrown away and granting them new life as part of himself…" - Finished Death Guard demon prince of Nurgle.

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“We are all tyrants. Do not fool yourself. We were bred for nothing else.” Mortarion - Primarch of the XIV legion Death Guard.

Finished Lord of Contagion for The Glooming Lords. Also known as ‘The Ferrymen’.

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“They came from the sea of stars in their great warships. None could stand before them. They have desolated the land and the people and it is as if it never existed at all.”

Old Bedouin tale of the coming of the Astartes to the world of Heliopolis. - Finished assault Intercessors for the Sons of the Dawn. Home brewed Space Marine chapter with Egyptian like origins and a pre-heresy Thousand Sons color scheme.

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‘Batu of the 5th brotherhood. Former overseer of Legion artillery battery assets for the White Scars. Interred in a contemptor Mortis pattern Dreadnought upon his near death during reinforcement during the Rangdan xenocide.’ - Finished White Scars Contemptor Mortis Dreadnought with two twin linked las cannons.

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‘Balamer was once known as the siege master of the 5th legion. His origins with the Thulian basin tribes of Northern Terra, he did not prosecute his duties with force like his brother legionnaires of the 4th or the 7th. Instead he was known for scouting out the weaknesses of defenses and striking and the weakest point with spear tip assaults in correlation with sapping out wall or fortress sections. Upon his near death on the end of the Solar Reclamation, Balamer was interred within the sarcophagus of a Leviathan Siege Dreadnought. Though superstitions of the Chogorian born talscar see such a half-life as anathema, being of Terra did not have such an effect on the former Captain.’ - Finished Siege Dreadnought for my White Scars.

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Reaver main battle Titan. Designated Retarius of Legio Tritonis. Adeptus Titanicus.

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“One day, fire will fade, and Dark will become a curse. Men will be free from death, left to wander eternally. Dark will again be ours, and in our true shape…

We can bury the false legends of yore… Only…is this our only choice?

Seeker of fire, coveter of the throne.

Seek strength. The rest will follow…” - King Vendrick of Drangleic.

Finished Abhorrent Arch Regent for my Flesh Eater Court. Inspired by Dark Souls lore.

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“I am king of this wretched, unravelled kingdom. I subdued the Giants, and claimed their strength. So that I might step closer to fire…

Drangleic will fall, the fire will fade, and the souls of old will reemerge. With Dark unshackled, a curse will be upon us…

And men will take their true shape…”

- King Vendrick of Drangleic

Finished my Charnel Throne for the Flesh Eater Courts. Vampires that have degraded into ghoul like creatures that eat the dead. I find painting scenery and terrain to be such a nice break and pallet cleanser because you can just go crazy and it just adds to the story.