Orctober

 

Morgok's Krushas

While this blog is ostensibly dedicated to chonky sky bois of the Kharadron Overlords, I couldn't help but celebrate Orctober by painting some green skins.

Here we have the recent Morgok's Krushas release for Underworlds. There's much more that could have been done by way of highlighting, accenting, and detailing; but since they are just for the occasional game, I decided that this will suffice.

Ironically, I haven't had a chance to play a game of Underworlds yet; and yet I now have four teams painted up—the two in the Beastgrave box (which I'll post at some point), Thundrik's Profiteers from last post, and Morgok's crew. 

Up on the painting bench next are more sky bois, and perhaps an attempt at a sky gurl as well. 

Painting the Profiteers

Thundrik's Profiteers

I originally picked up these bois because the lot of them cost less than a single Aether-Khemist. I painted the Bjorgen as a basic khemist hero, Dead-Eye Lund as a basic Grundstok Thunderer to add some weapon flexibility to that unit, added the mines to the Khazgan Drakkskewer to make him a skywardent, and then kit-bashed on the Arkanauts into a navigator (because that model is insane price-wise as well)—again, all for less than the price of the official khemist.  However, then I decided to get into Underworlds; and I needed to buy a second box to paint as the crossover unit between the two games. 

The main paint scheme I'm using for my Chonky Bois™ is mostly blue metallic with some golden bibs and bobs. To differentiate Thundrik and his Profiteers, I've basically inverted the colours here.  This lets them tie into the larger army while still looking distinct.

Why would I want that distinction? Well, in AoS, they are stuck as a unit and have to be from Barak-Nar. The colours here are pretty unique since I'm not sure which sky-port I want to run, but I'm sure it will be either Barak-Zilfin, Barak-Urbaz, or Barak Thryng. As such, there won't be any bonuses that Thundrik and his lads will be able to enjoy. 

My current idea is to scratch build a heavily modded Gunhauler, give it Coalbeard's Collapsible Compartments for Thundrik and the lads (and maybe an extra navigator), and then send them off as a commando unit to hunt objectives. This is possibly a horrible idea.

The paint recipe is pretty simple:

• Prime Black
• Heavy drybrush of VMC Gunmetal
• Light drybrush of VGC Silver
• Glaze blue bits with Citadel Guilliman Blue
• Glaze gold bits with mix of Citadel Contrast Iyaden Yellow and Gryph-hound Orange
• Another light drybrush of VGC Silver
• Finish the owl

Best!

Bjorgen's Tale

Bjorgen Thundrik

The titular leader of Thundrik's Profiteers sat in the corner of the tavern nursing a whisky. It was an unusual drink for a Duardin, but then again Bjorgen Thundrik was an unusual Duardin.

Ever since he and his boys had come out of that godforsaken mountain of Beastgrave things had been different. They had gone off to Shadespire in search of treasure and had found themselves separated from their skyvessel and fighting just to stay alive. 

Due to some sort of blasted magic of the place when they did finally emerge, it was in neither Ulgu nor Hysh but out of the living mountain in Ghur. Luckily by then they'd found their ship and were able to fly home with relative ease.

Relative ease is what they thought the rest of their life would be after loading up their with gunhawler with so much treasure it hung low to the ground like a damaged frigate. However, this when they learned that The Code wasn't really all the law their was among the Kharadron. 

Turns out that when you show up with enough riches to destabilize three sky-ports, people get a tad bit miffed at you. All that faux meritocratic bullshit peels off to reveal an all-too-common underbelly of those in power doing whatever they can to maintain control. And so, Bjorgen and the boys were on the outs, even while each could ostensibly buy and sell Brokk Grungsson three times over. 

And so, Bjorgen sat in the corner of the tavern nursing a whisky and nursing a grudge against the whole damn system. The whole blasted thing was a house of lies, and he was beginning to feel like the big bad wolf.