Massacre at Minister Square

The Rampagers. They are a chapter of loyal Space Marines who excel in fast and ferocious assaults. Ranks of experienced techmarines carefully maintain the bikes, razorbacks and dreadnoughts that provide the bulk of the assault force, supported by row upon row of honoured battle brother. Not only do these fierce warriors prove themselves in the thickest fighting against the strongest foe, but they also make up one half of the twin chapters protecting an outlying planet near the Eye of Terror. Constantly at war with endless chaos raids, the Rampagers take the fight to the enemy while the Bone Giants erect the necessary defenses to repel any prolonged Chaos incursions. For a long time, the two chapters worked in unison, demonstrating how the individual strengths of the Emperor’s finest have protected the Imperium in countless campaigns…until…

It was during one of Abbandon’s black crusades, when Chaos activity flourished all along the Eye of Terror. All elements of both the Rampagers and the Bone Giants deployed to every planet in the system. The Bone Giants had their hands full clearing a safe zone from which the Rampagers could launch their ground assaults. Pushing back the Chaos forces that had overrun the majority of the system, the Bone Giants not only carved out a base of operations, but turned entire continents into a complex systems of earthworks where their skills were best put to use. No matter were the enemy was, they would face the siege specialists in trench warfare. Due to their assault expertise, the Rampagers spent most of the war in ship-to-ship battles, letting the Bone Giants clear the planets and wait for their counterparts to lend their support. It wasn’t until the climax of the war that the Bone Giants even saw the Rampagers. At the crux of the fighting, when the Bone Giants had cornered the Warmaster responsible for uniting the warbands in the sector, the Rampagers dedicated the bulk of their forces to over-running the Chaos defenses in the Warmaster’s fortress. Already weakened by the extended fighting with the Bone Giants, the Warmaster and his army crumbled and Col Von Lionex struck down the arch-fiend with his power sword before grinding the traitor’s body beneath the spinning wheels of his bike. For his bravery, Col Von Lionex and his Rampagers were awarded with 5 complete suits of Terminator Armour, the celebration of which would occur once the entire chapter had assembled on the system’s prime planet…and in the shadows of his chapter’s trenches, seething with envy, the chapter master of the Bone Giants, Lord Prayce, looked upon his battle brother’s with contempt.

A Horde of traitors clog the roads leading to Westminster square.

Lord Prayce, along with a good many of his chapter, believed that they had been slighted. Not only did the Rmpagers have little use for the terminator armour, which they spurned in favour of their bikes and razorbacks, but in addition, it had been the Bone Giants who had identified, isolated and weakened the Warmaster in the first place. The prestige and, more importantly, the equipment was rightfully theirs. As the days went by, Lord Prayce began to plot more and more of how to avenge this dishonour until he was finally consumed by his hatred for Col Von Lionex. As the day of the celebration drew near, Prayce initiated his plan to gain the Tactical Dreadnought Armour and escape to take his revenge on the rest of the Imperium. His problem was that some parts of the Bone Giants remained loyal to the Imperium, supporting their battle brothers in the ranks of the Rampagers. Prayce would have to separate his forces. (to be continued).

Bone Giant traitor crewed Predators fire relentlessly into the closely packed ranks of their former brethren.

As quick as lead!

Knee deep in Shakespeare and high schoolers who hate him, I have had little time for the wonderfullness that is Warhammer. I have been thinking about my backstory, though, and like any disillusioned old git (they call them veterans now, but they are really just old gits), I have settled on givening my Chaos Space Marines a decidedly Malal feel. That is, I am calling them the "Cursed Ones" as a nod toward the fluff. They will also be motivated by a deep seeded hatred towards structure and hierarchy, as well as the delightfully odd twist of fighting against Chaos. There are a few things that I will need to address, some of which I have alreayd been thinking about.

Paint Scheme:
Why do they look like oil-covered rust buckets?
The paint scheme represents a weathered, dilapitated look as the marine wearing the armour abandoned his former loyalty to whatever legion or chapter he hailed from. Subsequently, the paint of the armour was slowly scratched and worn away from countless battles, from exposure to weather and from exposure to the warp itself. The disrepair is limited to the appearance of the armour, the Marines still ensure that the suit itself is in working condition.

Who the heck is going to ally with these guys?
Unlike every other mysterious chapter, the Cursed Ones do not suffer from the problem of appearing at the begining of battle and dissappearing without a trace afterwards. The Cursed Ones are pirates and will fight with whomever meets their ends. In most situations, the help is welcomed either from a desire to cause as much damage as possible (Orcs, Dark Eldar, other Chaos, etc.) or from a lack of options and the shimmer of hope it offers (Forces of Order fighting over-whelming odds). With the countless hordes of daemons, Chaos legions, Renegade Chapters and such enemies of the Imperium, only the most puritanical of armies readily hunt down the Cursed Ones....generally, the Imperium has bigger fish to fry.

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I have a sizable Chaos Space Marine Force, backed by a small group of Necromunda models that I can use as traitor Imperial Guard in addition to an assassin...just because I love the Vindicare assassin. Essentially, this is my Apocalypse army. I want to add a Stormlord, 2 Silver Towers of Tzeentch and a Plague Tower. Only then will I have the Chaos Space Marine Army of my dreams. Though I lack a full list as of yet, I have the second best option...behold! Pictures of my stuff:

The Colours of Chaos

Having started with a collection of miniatures from the previous edition of Warhammer 40K, I already had a good selection of units to choose from. That means some of them were also already painted. However, displaying my long cultivated ability in the painting department usually yields less than impressive results. My earliest attempts at a painting scheme left me with what I had been calling the Bone Giants. Large expanses of unshaded, unblended, and barely washed metallic paints were the hallmark of the one unit I had finished. They lacked the luster I so desperately wanted, but at least made a nod towards the Iron Warriors, a chapter with which I am quite obsessed, fluff-wise. Suffice to say I had to either improve upon this painful, if not total, failure or abandon it in favour of a new design.







Thinking I needed a new approach, I tried to create a variation of the Storm Lord painting scheme. That didn't end so happy either, as my dry brushing skills are far from 'leet' as they say. Though I love the contrast, I am still left with either improve or abandon. At least now I had two bad paint jobs to choose from.



A couple of days ago I crawled through the bug infested basement where we keep all our paints and retrieved an old can of wood varnish. I was going to try dipping. I had done it once before and was not as happy as I could have been with the results, but I was lazy and desperate....mostly lazy. I figured I would attempt the dipping on one of my silver saturated marines and it didn't turn out so bad. With the exception of a little gunk at the bottom, which I had to quickly clean off, the varnish did its job. Incidentally, a green wash from my last attempt to make this model look like a Plague Marine really jumped out, especially on the backpack. With a little more practice, I think I can get these models looking relatively close to the Reborn paint scheme in the book.










Thus, I found my intended paint scheme. The next step is to change the entire above squad into looking like this. I think I am going to play around with the green wash and such to see what happens.

My choice now is whether I should clean the blue marines and go totally Reborn, or if I should try dipping on them and see what happens. Having begun to tire of testing my poor paint skills, my mind is leaning towards the former of the two choices

And So It Begins...

This is a blog dedicated to the creation and use of my Chaos Space Marine force for Warhammer 40,000 (and friends). While my main focus is on finishing a 2000 point competitive tournament army, my long term goal is to eventually have a fully painted Apocalypse army.

This blog will be sporadically update as I see fit. I go through periodic bouts of activity in my hobby and am in no way consistent. It will include modeling, painting tactics, battle reports and fluff relating to my army. I am not claiming to be an expert in any of these fields, simply sharing my journey towards a fully finished army.

A little history may be required. My brother and I have been avid Warhammer Hobbyists since a very young age and we have spent years building up our respective forces. Our first tentative reaches into 40k came with my brother obtaining a second hand Blood Angels force. Complete with an extremely old dreadnought, my brother hit the field, guns blazing while I was still marshaling my Warhammer Fantasy Dwarf army. However, he soon tired of his devastators rushing across the field and clubbing terminators to death with the butt of their lascannons, so he scrapped the Blood Angels. Though I managed to save the dreadnought, now lovingly referred to as Eddy the Dready, most of that army is gone now. My brother would later replace it with a Imperial Guard army and eventually his ork infantry army.

<----- Old Eddy, saved from my brother's uncaring grasp, though his weapon has been lost! Its fun to use as it is generally older than many of the kids who ask what the hell it is.

It was my brother who gave me my final push over the edge into the abyssal descent into Chaos. One fateful day, he was off at an auction, an event to which I was unable to go. He won a box set of his choice. He chose the Chaos force and handed it off to me. It was assembled in no time and I was planning my army from then on. I had finally settled on an Iron Warrior army kitted out with a whole bunch of Missile Launchers when tragedy struck...GW changed the Chaos book in ways too horrible to comprehend (bitter much?). I had played all of one game against my brother's Guard army under those rules and I had to adjust my army list to fit this nerfed codex. The more I poured over the rules, however, the more I began to settle on a rough army list. By this time, my brother had shunted his guard army to the side and all but given up on his loyalist space marines. Knee deep in Ork boys, my brother always had a tale of his victory to impart to me each week. He regaled me with the exploits of his 'undefeated' 1000 point Ork army until finally I had no choice. Mustering a force that I had no confidence in, I brought them against my brother.We played two 1500 point annihilation missions. I had to totally eliminate his units. His core units, and he had three of them, were 30 boys each. And I won. Twice.

This of course, gave me a renewed vigour to finish my Chaos Space Marines. It also made me rethink the harsh tone with which I approached the revised rules. While I still mourn the loss of many of the old codex rules, I have confidence that a playable, fun army can be dredged out of the newest Chaos codex. With about 1 and a bit of my squads already painted, my immediate goal is to create an army list to fight side by side with my brother in a doubles tournament.

Stay tuned for pictures, fluff and MORE