Jon Grant Miniatures

How I Paint - White Marble I’ve returned to my painting guides for terrain with a look at how to paint white marble. I use this technique when painting statues so they stand out from the darker stone I normally use for ruins and buildings. I imagine that the people of the Mortal Realms would carve their gods and heroes from a shining white stone rather than a dark, brooding material. More of my  How to paint... articles  can be found here. Paints Required: Grey Seer Spray Chaos Black spray Athonian Camoshade Ulthuan Grey White Scar Lahmian Medium Administratum Grey Sybarite Green Kabalite Green Balthasar Gold Mechanicum Standard Grey Dawnstone Agrax Earthshade Nihilakh Oxide Hashut Copper Runefang Steel (or Stormhost Silver) 'Ardcoat Elysian Green Zandri Dust Morghast Bone Skeleton Horde Seraphim Sepia Karak Stone Screaming Skull Pallid Wych Flesh I began by sub-assembling the statue of Sigmar. The plinth was kept separate from the main body, and I also kept the halo and the h...

  Thricefold Discord - A Warhammer Underworlds Warband Review Introduction The Spitewood loomed ahead, its tangled boughs blocking what little light tried to pierce the shadows of the undergrowth. Even in Ghyran, this was a place where life had festered into bitterness. If there were whispers of secrets buried deep, they might linger here. A cloud of cloying perfume filled the air as the Thricefold Discord entered the forest, drawn by that possibility. In their endless quest to find their lost master, they sought sensation, rumour, and echo in all its forms. Even here, in this hateful wood, there might be a trace of Slaanesh. Vexmor the Excessively Indolent [1] lumbered forward, his sheer presence pressing down on the forest around him. At his side, Vashtiss the Coiled [2] wove subtle sorceries, drawing out the forest’s ancient malice and testing it for meaning and memory. Lascivyr, the Bladed Blessing [3], surged ahead in ecstatic violence, carving through root and branch for the ...

The Exiled Dead: A Warhammer Underworlds Warband Review The Spitewood lay ahead, its twisted boughs knotted together to form a dark canopy. Deintalos needed supplies of Aqua Ghyranis to further his experiments with the Force Dynamic. With a silent gesture of his stave, the archwalkers lurched into the gloom of the forest. The Necrarch drifted forward at the centre of his macabre procession. Arcs of pale electricity crackled intermittently around his gaunt form, crawling across his staff and snapping through the air before fading into the shadows. Behind him clattered the Exiled Dead, each animated corpse bound to his command through the precise manipulation of the Force Dynamic. Limbs jerked and straightened as unseen energies tugged at bone and sinew, guiding their awkward strides across the forest floor. Archwalkers lurched between the trees, their unnatural gait scraping bark and snapping brittle branches as they obeyed their master’s silent instructions. Somewhere within the Spit...