I've neglected the Dark Millenium long enough, methinks! And having recently been featured in Mr. Abnett's blog with my famous Eisenhorn image ( [link] ), I thought it is due time I paid my respects to The Emperor for all his help in my career
These two MiniMasterpieces were completed a while ago, but I've been given permission to post them up just recently as they were for an exclusive client setting up a big wargaming event. As you'll all appreciate there's no Space Marines in them which is why I'm so proud of the lil' pieces! I was really challenged to bring Catachans, Tyranids, Tau and Eldar to life in so small a space, but I think I did all the races justice. Catachans were never an Imperial Guard option I liked, but I must admit that making them manly men look bad ass was terribly fun! As for Tau, well, it's been LONG since many of you hardcore fans have mentioned they'd look good in my style and they apparently do. Eldar I had tackled before, but never using vehicles, so that was a good kick in the butt to get to improving my skills with machinery.
So, I hope you enjoy these and let me know what you think! I know many of you Warhammer 40,000 fans will be excited so let's hear your thoughts.
PS.. These are slightly bigger in size than the MINIMiniMasterpieces I've been putting up recently. That's how I managed to fit more characters in them...
"I am the brother of Elia Martell. And do you know why I've come all the way to this stinking shit pile of a city? For you. I am going to hear you confess before you die: You raped my sister. You murdered her. You killed her children. Say it now, and we can make this quick. Say it. You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children. You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children! YOU RAPED HER! YOU MURDERED HER! YOU KILLED HER CHILDREN! You're dying? No, no, no, you can't die yet. You haven't confessed! Say it. Say her name: Elia Martell. You raped her. You killed her children. Elia Martell! Who gave you the order? WHO GAVE YOU THE ORDER?! Say her name! You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children! Say it! Say her name! SAY IT!" -
Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne
So, yeah... last Sunday's Game of Thrones episode left most people in awe (as usual, I believe when it comes to this show), myself included. But maybe not for the same reasons; I knew what was coming, so I wasn't really surprised by the episode's ending. What surprised me is how well the transition from book to the TV format has been done. Adapting any book is always a chore and you lose a lot of things in the process. Yet, HBOs Game of Thrones seems to enhance the books by adding another layer to George R. R. Martin's Westeros and its inhabitants, giving everyone the chance to see this realm materialised with amazing performances. Pedro Pascal's Oberyn Martell was truly an engaging and amazing character, that was so well developed that, to be honest, only shines even more through the tragedy befalling him.
This is something I did to vent some of the inspiration these whole show and especially this episode left me with. A VERY quick illustration, but I think one doing justice to the Red Viper's last stand. I believe I've been getting increasingly better at likenesses, so that's something I'm very happy about as well as my incorporating a bit of a spoiler about Oberyn in the background.
Back to work now and hope you GoT's fans out there let me know if I did good!
I love that line. I love that movie and this is a piece I never posted here, I'm not sure why. It was a sort of "for myself" illustration. A small MiniMasterpiece that i did just to get a cool, creepy atmosphere as well as that Sci-Fi feel that the Dark Millenium is all about. Of course, Imperial Fists being my favourite Chapter was unavoidable as well as Nurgle (favourite Chaos god).
I usually tend to forget (as many oher fans, I suppose) what is great about Space Marines, having to draw so many everyday. These small pieces remind me that. The true meaning of "future super-soldier" and "they shall know no fear".
So, I hope you enjoy this one and thanks for the approval on the Eisenhorn idea. More news on that soon, I hope!
A buddy of mine was playing Fallout 3 and it just sparked all the great memories I had with the game, I was inspired to try and recreate my old Fallout 3 picture from November, 2009:
It's been such a long time since I've done a really big piece of fan art like this, my gallery has been left dry for too long! So I've sorted things out in my life, I'm really trying to go back to my roots and do what I love, draw for passion. Last year was the hardest year of my life, with the loss of my parents and other personal stuff. But this year I just feel great, everything is starting to smooth out and I'm gaining a lot of motivation!
As you can see I really wanted to make this one more threatening, plus I love drawing monsters so the Behemoth was fun haha. And I always like to add little links to the game, you can see the stash in the corner there, and a Deathclaw and Sentry Bot in the background. I hope you enjoy it.
This is the start of a bunch of new work I'm planning on doing. I just have a few things I need to sort out and I'm back at it again!
It's been so long since I've done a proper piece of art, I've been so busy with work and getting my book out there. But here we have it, some more GTA V fan art, I really wanted to show off Chop and Franklin this time around. I love the fact that you can finally have a dog in GTA game now. What a great feature! I can't wait for this game, it's going to be great!
Keep an eye out for the next issue of The Official Playstation Magazine UK, I will have a feature in there showcasing a bunch of my work along with an interview, this art will also be featured
And make sure to get yourself a copy of my book: [link] You can get it here, get yourself a hard copy for only $15.95.
This week's :iconskratchjam: theme is to illustrate a videogame character in a Noir style (along the lines of the L.A. Noir game) with the restrictions: - Character used MUST be a video game character that exists. - Must try and Make the character fit into a NOIR style as best you can with clothing and ect. - Traditional Art submissions Only. Digital submissions will NOT be accepted.
yet many a life had perished under that desolate rock. The once lush and thriving homes are now but ash and shadow, supplying the bards of the future with tales of bravery and sorrow. Though the casualties were staggering and many were lost,
one soul gave everything to save all and paid the ultimate cost. The companions knew little of the warrior’s past life or even his name,
but due to his selfless deeds they still honored the soldier all the same. They gathered the weapons of his fallen foes around his burial ground,
then struck his rifle’s barrel into the head of the snow covered mound. The snow gently fell around them as if the skies themselves softly wept,
blanketing the site of their fallen comrade who now peacefully slept. With a saddened but knowing purpose the heroes began to leave,
but not before they planted the warriors helm for all to see.
In time all are doomed to death’s eternal slumber, but his deeds would be sung by uncounted numbers.
Was listening to music at work when the song "Sacrifice" from the Halo 4 soundtrack popped up and this came to mind. The idea here was that the snow hasn't been falling for long, hence why it hasn't begun to stick to the ground or anything. I don't even know where or how I got these brushes for snowflakes, but I guess thanks to whoever made them.
There is a small contingent of Sangheili among the Covenant that would be feared most of all, if only their existence was known. Clad in black, these hunters set out across the galaxy stalking the demons humanity created, before and after the Great Schism. While official records may not reveal this, they are responsible for directly and indirectly orchestrating the demise of hundreds of demons. From the weaker "Spartan 3's" and "4's", to the much larger and seemingly unstoppable "2's", this shadow team knows no fear as they cut down demon after demon. Their motives to this day are unknown to the few that have heard about them.
“Homicidal Psycho Alien Symbiote” is a Peter and Venom collection. The title refers to a sub-plot in the series involving Venom’s tendency to surprise Peter and try to eat his brains, leading Peter to make the titular exclamation.
Johnny and Uncle Bob is a syndicated daily comic strip that was written and illustrated by American cartoonist James Cameron, and syndicated from October 26, 1984 to August 29, 1997. It follows the humorous antics of John, a foul mouthed six-year-old boy messiah, and Uncle Bob, his stoic robot friend. The strip depicts John's flights of fantasy and his friendship with Uncle Bob, and also examines John's relationships with his mother and psychiatrists. Uncle Bob's dual nature is a defining motif for the strip: to John, Uncle Bob is a cybernetic organism surrounded by living tissue; all the other characters see him as a time travelling villain.
One of those drawings that took ages to find the right pose. Alas, I chose this tilted perspective purely because I thought it looked cool, but I can imagine this guy clearing an escape route through a crippled Imperial cruiser after looting the thing with his warband.
He's an ex Marine Malevolent, but he acts with Huron's blessing, which explains the Red Corsairs symbol on his midriff. It also explains the symbol that makes the hilt of his sword, a gift from Huron.
While we're at it, those are the bones of a poor Star Phantom, a Chapter he hates since they're responsible for exposing his lower jaw and half his face. The helm on his trophy rack is also from a Star Phantom and, riveted to his leg armour is a macabre parody of the Phantoms' symbol.
Very fun, but deceptively hard to draw, this one. As always, I hope you like it, guys. Cheers.
Vaclav Ternol entered the room, his massive frame blocking the light from the opened door. A few steps - far less than what had taken her to - brought him next to the remembrancer.
"Sergeant Ternol", Gizelda Amaranth said with affection. Throughout her 10 year stay with the Word Bearers, Vaclav had become almost a friend - as much as an Astartes could.
"Gizelda", the warrior said, sitting, "I hope the night finds you well".
"Days of battle find me only yearning for new stories. And I've heard you have a great one to tell me".
"Great, yes, but not happy. This day has left a mark on us all. The coming weeks will se many of my brethren going into reclusion and prayer."
"Hold on, let me write that. It'll make one hell of an introduct...", she stopped as she noticed the less than approving look the Astartes shot her. She still let her curiosity take the best of her, breaching Legion privacy was a harsh mistake, if this wasn't Vaclav, she would've been left alone and with no story . "Well, I'm sure I'll remember a better one during your account. Er-shall we begin?"
Ternol smiled, despite himself. "Of course. This, then, is the tale of how the Word Bearers claimed Oracion for Mankind and the Emperor."
One thousand Astartes stood frozen, unable to advance any further annd lend aid to their Primarch. It wasn't fear that left them so, but the nature of the enemy facing Lorgar. As hard as it was to admit for the legionnaires, the being was as hard to look at as the Primarch himself. The light it irradiated was impossibly bright, and it had just revived at least twenty of its warriors.
It was an angel. The significance was not lost on a Legion who saw the Emperor as a god.
Wings as wide as those of the Blood Angels' Primarch, it hovered above it's troops in the center of the square, with only Lorgar facing it. The...angel...was vaguely feminine, with a shaven head and only a crimson cloth covering his body.
"You see, then, how true is our face?", one of the soldiers asked, defiantly, his voice rasping but his pose stoic.
Lorgar's eyes narrowed. He seemed largely unimpressed with the winged creature, but as a son, but his sons knew there were questions racing through his mind. Shifting his eyes from the soldiers to the "angel", the Primarch spoke.
"Your warriors seem aghast. You seem to have done a poor job of reviving them".
The angel lifted her head and her look became even icier.
"You shall not speak to The Ala so, tyra..." the Oracian soldier who spoke was cut short by a terrible cough, finally painting the tiled floor with blood.
Lorgar laughed, and his laughter brought his sons from the stupor they were in. In a few seconds, they joined their Primarch in laughter, though doubt still creeped into their minds. Nevertheless, the enemy soldiers were cut down by bolter fire in less than a minute.
Now, only the so-called angel and the Primarch stood on the elevated marble. Lorgar was magnificent, his armour ivory like those saints in the churches the Word Bearers built. Red scrolls with golden Colchisian runes hanged from his bone-white armour, as did the slab-grey rags of his vest at the retaking of Colchis. Above his head, twin eagles enveloped the Helios Imperial and the Primarch's work, The Book of Lorgar.
"Show your true nature, then, or die a parody", Lorgar said to angel, a smile on his lips.
The winged being had no mouth, which only added to the unease of the Word Bearers. What it had as a line, running from under her nose to the base of her neck.
Lorgar was noticing this when the "line" suddendly opened to reveal a fanged, horizontal mouth. The light from the angel died, replaced by a purple-black smoke. It roared, the sound that of a hundred women screaming in agony, and launched itself at the Primarch.
"And then?" the remembrancer asked.
"It wasn't a match for Lorgar. One blow from the Illuminarum was all it took", Vaclav Ternol answered.
"But Then why...". She didn't finish her question. The Astartes was already exiting the room.
The warrior didn't answer. He felt bad for letting Gizelda down, but he suspected he wouldn't have been able to disguise the anguish he felt now, as he recalled how distraught in the eyes of Lorgar as he stood above the broken angel, how much it had grieved him to see such a being turn into a creature of darkness.
Saggitar Phract of the World Eaters, The End of Legends - Shield of the Primarch
Born in Terra, Saggitar Phract was already an extremely respected veteran of the War Hounds by the time Angron was presented to the Legion. Upon learning from Kharn of the Primarch's brutal slaughter of the Hound's most senior officers, Phract, his usual ice-cold self, vowed to teach the Angron the virtues of temperance.
Alas, the old warrior's teachings had no effect on the demigod's personality, but their result was nothing short of miraculous: Angron and Sagittar forged as true a friendship as the scarred Primarch could manage. To outsiders, it would seem the two were nothing more than long-time war comrades, yet some of the other Primarchs understood the impact Phract had had in Angron. Though only in whispered tones, many were of the opinion that the Red Primarch saw in Sagittar a true father figure, who tried to steer him yet respected his authority and his ability to make decisions.
Wether these hushed thoughts reach his ear or he somehow noticed, Angron abruptly stopped bringing Phract to most meetings, instead opting for Kharn, who the Primarch forever respected, not only for making him see the gains in leading the World Eaters, but for having a similar mindset. To this, Phract held no grudge, understanding as he was, and he continued to counsel his Primarch and, as leader of the Devourers - Angron's praetorian guard -, stand at his side on the battlefield.
Phract mastered very early the shield and gladius fighting style as done by the murmillo gladiators of old Roma, and it fit his cold, implacable demeanour like a glove. So great was the veteran's self-control that even the Legion's allegiance to Khorne did not turn Sagittar into a raving killer like the rest of the World Eaters, and the God of Warfare has grown to greatly respect the grizzled warrior, though dreams of subjugating his mind into madness. Still at Angron's side, Phract only enters the battlefield as bodyguard to his Primarch or when ordered a special assignment.
In battle, what is perhaps the oldest World Eater legionnaire alive is nothing short of a blood-freezing wonder. In dire contrast with the maddened charges of his comrades, Phract will advance at a constant pace, a behemoth even near other Terminators. Though apparently oblivious, those who've stood at his side the longest know he his scanning the battlefield for enemy commanders and champions, who he'll charge at frightening speed for his tremendous bulk. Phract absolutely loathes to fight lesser enemies unless they attack him, and will beat them to near-death for their insolence. He is known to duel other leaders inside a circle made from the near-corpses of his foe's squad members. The longer an enemy Commander takes to accept his challenge, the more violently Phract will vanquish him, and, above all, he'll kill any ally who dares to 'aid' him, regardless of rank.
Sagittar Phract still keeps his chain-gladius, 'Warsage', and Angron has gifted him with a piece of Wargear like no other, a shield almost the size of a space marine, made of the brass hide of a great Juggernaut of Khorne, and fit with a chainblade system powered by the beast's frenzied heart. the blades move so fast even a lightning fast slam with often shatter the most prized relic blade of rend open the hardest suit of armour.
Phract has become a legend on the battlefield, the slayer of lords of all races throughout millenia, ever the deliverer of his Primarch's blood-soaked judgement.
First Terminator of the new series, perhaps the closest I've come to have a waking nightmare, when I looked at all the details I wanted to include. But I like him. A lot.