Art reference! Jaghatai Khan, and what he wears when he’s not in armor.

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Art reference! Jaghatai Khan, and what he wears when he’s not in armor.
“Brotherhood is not about what misguided craft went into both our making,’ hissed Abaddon. ‘It is about the choices we make.”
New units for the White Scars include the jetbike-mounted Golden Keshig, the Kyzagan Assault Speeder, which uses assault cannons and autocannons to devastate lightly armoured enemies, and of course a plethora of heroes, headed by Jaghatai Khan himself.
One of the cooler things we saw over the weekend was this dwarf version of the Siege of the Imperial Palace, scratch built from pine trim and decorative molding. Aside from its diminutive stature, it’s pretty on model to the larger diorama that first graced the pages of White Dwarf more than twenty years ago.
I wish I’d been able to get some pictures of models actually in play on it, but I was happy to just get close enough during some downtime to examine its construction. It’s a solid edifice and built to break down into manageable sub assemblies for ease of transport. I think you’d be hard pressed to fit a Warlord Titan behind the wall, but it looks fantastic all the same.
Spoilers for First Wall;
may become a multi parter/loliveblogging when I actually get to read The First Wall
Bro First Wall will make me cry. Amber Kings recollection of the book made me fall in love with Forrix. Like I came here to swoon for Sigismund cause he was my original character I was unwell about. but there was hardly any Sigismund or at least less Sigismund than expected.
I was even pissed that this hardass Legion called the Iron Warriors (🙄) got anymore appearances than just Perturabo vs Rogal.
My first reaction was that Forrix was a pussy towards his Primarch. Very very relatable but this sad man trying to appease who's clearly unwell made me want to go grab him and swear at him and demand he won't try to be such a pathetic daddy's boy. And back then I actually thought that Forrix wanted to become Perturabos successor so I had quite the terrible opinion of him.
And that's before I knew any command structures, any
Across Terra, every person looking at the sky could see it: a burning wound across the night, or a scar of midnight in the daylight. Through it came ships from the realm beyond, dragging cloaks of insects and shadow. Winged creatures circled them, flying like birds in the gale of etheric energy. Bolts of lightning leapt from the wound, strobing across space. And here were the vessels that had been absent from the weeks of war already waged. Here was the Conqueror, its white hull red with smoking gore. Here were the ships of the World Eaters, their murder cries echoing from the vox, and the voice of every legionary. Angron stood on the hull of his capital ship, a vast and ragged shadow axe raised to the sunlight, roaring his fury at the circle of Terra. There were the ships of the Emperor’s Children, fuming musk and grey dust from jewel-crusted hulls. In the guts of the Pride of the Emperor, Fulgrim coiled and looked out through the eyes of every soul in his fleet, and laughed with delight. And there – following the rest, like the chariot of a king come in triumph – came the Vengeful Spirit. Warships flanked it. Daemons flew as its heralds. High on its hull, on the fortress that it bore upon its back, Horus, Warmaster, First Son of the Emperor, Chosen Champion of the Dark Gods, looked out at Terra. The seat of his father’s empire glimmered beyond the prow of his ship. Shadow bled from him, and the daemons that held to the shadows of his court hissed and bowed their heads as the light of the sun touched his face. The ships poured from the rift, spreading out in a swarm of glinting lights. A hundred, a thousand, ten times a thousand, more and more Now they swam from the warp into the gulfs of the inner system, not an army or a fleet, but a host sent by the will of gods and the art of mortals. The ships clustered and divided as their engines caught on the cold vacuum and turned them towards Mars and Luna and the small orb of Terra all alone in the dark.
Horus watched, and then gave a single nod. ‘Begin,’ he said.
A selection of hardware and support systems from my in-development ‘Solar War’ universe. For more Information on the stuff you see here check out this Imgur Album or my DeviantArt Gallery.