Everyone slides through Sigil sooner or later. But plenty of cutters call the Cage home, and it's their shops, trades, and peels that keep the jink flowing - and the bone-boxes flapping. A body's got to know who sells bogus goods, and who'll scrag him (or worse) just for the fun of it. 'Course, the trick is telling friend from foe. In Sigil, a fiery fiend ain't always a serpent, and a shining celestial ain't always a lamb.

11.29.2010

Dark Eldar - Part 2

A couple of updates to the models previously shown (these aren't finished), though I note that the light isn't the best - will do better next time. First is the wych...been a long time since I've painted anything with a face.




And the second warrior..



11.14.2010

Dark Eldar - Part 1



With a backflip that would make any follower of Cegorach proud, I've fallen for the Dark Eldar and fallen hard . To be fair, anything where Jes Goodwin's art and design work is present will usually attract my attention - he is the father of modern eldar after all and the models and codex are unbelievably beautiful. And grotesque.
Rather than make up a kabal of my own design, I'm going to model my army on the Kabal of the Black Heart - the most well known and powerful in all Dark Eldar society.

Here is my first kabalite warrior pretty much finished - I may retouch some elements when I have some more models completed to this level.
Here is my second warrior, only in the early stages of painting:
And finally (for this post), my first wych.





8.18.2010

Sigil Reviews: 'Inception'

SPOILER ALERT! (Well no, not really)

Inception.
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Part sci-fi, part heist flick, part James Bond adventure, part desperately sad love story.
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Certainly a movie that most likely wouldn't have been made had it not been for a certain other little movie making a killing at the box office. In all the interviews I've read and seen of Christopher Nolan at work, he always appears a rather restrained, polite yet imaginative child set free in his own little sandbox environment, and that feeling comes across even more so in this movie than his Batman endeavours.
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It's been a few weeks now since I saw this, with much ho hum dreary work in between. I should see it again - it's certainly a movie that demands at least a second viewing.
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So what's it all about then? Well that's the trick you see. On one level it's an adventure tale about a group of dream invading thieves trying to give something rather than take, on another it's about a man dealing with a lost love who might not be lost after all.
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This is one of those movies where the actual outcome is up to how you interpret events. Some have commented that the last scene is one where the viewer is beaten too strongly with the 'Aha! See what happened here!' stick but I don't agree.
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In fact, I felt that the scene dares you to think the opposite. In this age of often far too clever for themselves movies with their surprise endings, I took the last scene as one that dared you to think 'No, this is not a trick - for once, what happened, happened.'
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You really need to see the movie to understand what I'm getting at. I don't intend to really go into plot details here at Sigil as to be honest, movies to me are more about how I feel when I leave the theatre - far better that you go and see a movie (good or bad) than me tell you what happened in it.
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Highlight was the gravity defying hotel fight concertinad inbetween two other existing and simultaneous action scenes. Lowlight (unfortunately) was probably Ken Watanabe's mangled English. I've never had a problem with it before, but he was just a bit hard to comprehend in certain scenes - perhaps it's my ears finally giving out after too much loud music. Oh, and Leonardo DiCaprio was rather good, too. I've tended to write him off over the years, but he actually seems to have become quite the actor (Shutter Island was quite a treat as well - although the characters were not dissimilar).
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I give Inception 4 levels of dreams within dreams out of five.
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Next up, another movie laden with special effects and interpretation: Scott Pilgrim Vs The World!

8.15.2010

Druchii - Part 6

In a masterful show of understatement - let me simply say "It's been some time."

Having said that, my thoughts have often returned to hobby when not dealing with work or child rearing. In addition to the variants of Warhammer, I've been knee deep in exploring Dungeons & Dragons 4th edition which, despite some intital scorn, has grown on me. More of this latter.

The Dark Elves have circled my thoughts often, with ideas (both consistent and contrary) popping in and out at whim.

Here, then, is proof of concept of something that I've been toying with in my mind for some time - a converted harpy:


The original harpy models are quite old and not very dynamic - not to mention ugly. This conversion uses the body of the new Slaaneshii daemonettes with the wings of the recent tyranid gargoyle models.





The conversion was one of the simplest I have ever attempted, and in my own opinion one of the most effective. The only work required is a small trim to the bottom portion of the wings, as the original sculpt has the membrane running down the length of the gargoyle body at the bottom of which is another tyranid claw. This doesn't work with the daemonettes who have a different shape completely.


I'd originally balked at the price of taking on this coversion - just under $90 for a box of daemonettes and gargoyles is pretty heft for 10 models (or five for a minimum unit), but ease of the conversion and how good it looks has sold me (and I'll certainly find a use for the left over parts).


I can't wait to paint this model - it has really revived my excitement in the hobby.
















7.19.2009

Tau - Part 2


Have kept things moving - managed to complete a marker drone that will be attached to my stealth suit team, and almost completed another fire warrior....

7.12.2009

Tau - Part 1





I am free of the chains of self-expectation.


So wound up in 'getting things right' that I was 'getting nothing done', I have put the Eldar and Dark Elves I have been painting reverently on the back burner, as it were and picked up an army that I had until now not been so much interested in.


And it was that lack of interest that has re-sparked my desire to get into the modelling and painting side of the hobby that I have been involved in for so many years...


I wandered around my GW and considered the armies that I'd never considered before...a steampunk inspired Nuln Empire army clawed at my imagination and perhaps that's something I'll come back to at some stage..in the end, my eyes kept being drawn back to the Tau - an army that I've written off in the past due to the designs of the battlesuits (they seem to me to be the Volvo of the 40K universe!). Having said that, I've enjoyed playing them quite a bit in the Dawn of War PC game - their manouverability and weapon choices inspire enthusiasm in that context - and the battlesuits don't seem so boxy when on the move.


It's all in the posing, I suspect.


In any event, after reading through the fluff (I didn't want to be distracted by making up something of my own), the 'sept' that leapt our at me was "Se'cea" a highly militarised and honourable group of Tau - they also have a blue scheme that I've not used before that is pretty easy to paint, but can take a lot to master.


So here's to a new path for the time being.

4.13.2009

Deus Ex Machina




+The machine spirit awoke, scarred and bloody angered...+


'It won't come off - his finger's too damned fat. Go and get that tree pruner from out the back.'

The 'it' in question was an unsubtly large diamond set in a simple gold band that was currently straining to encirle the sausage-like right ring finger that was causing all the problems.
The husband sighed in frustration and looked down at his t-shirt. He really should have changed first, but the urge to start was overwhelming.

Behind him, the car watched on.

His wife still stood near the door to the backyard, her hand resting gently on the hood of the 2008 Toyota Yaris, a puzzled expression on her face. The husband sighed again, but more with the patient understanding of someone who has dealt with this particular type of confusion before. With a flick of his hand, he gestured at the unconscious form bound to the garden chair.

The way they'd set it up only allowed a few feet of movement between the car and the shadowy back wall of the garage - but all the better to keep prying eyes away from their little project. The man was bound securely with white nylon rope to one of the four old deck chairs they'd had since they'd first moved in. The man's bulky arms were bound palm down to the wooden arms of the chair.

He switched languages and tried again.

Understanding dawned and the wife walked out into the backyard with a determined gait.

The husband turned his attention back to the slumped unconscious form: a youngish man of European heritage with an abundance of jewelry and hair product. Blood trickled from the side of his mouth.

It'd been easy enough to get the details from the motel where they'd been staying. Other guests had proved sufficiently informative witnesses, telling the husband about the BMW driving visitor that had caused a riot during the night and the staff were the type of fly blown yokel that were easily distracted by questions. It proved a simple task to swipe the guest book while their hunched backs were turned. One call from a public pay phone later, a brief conversation full of empty promises and an arranged meeting at a local cafe with the wife dangled as bait. Rohypnol and coke had sealed the deal.

+The machine spirit bellowed in pain, crying out for vengeance.+


The bound man was still unconscious, and it was getting late. The husband stood up slowly, his knees creaking in pain.

'Wake up'.

The words didn't register. The husband raised his right hand and struck the man across the face. He hadn't hit anyone like that before, but it felt good. The man groaned weakly, and the husband took the oppurtunity to shove an old rag into his mouth. He didn't stop stuffing it in until the man started making choking sounds.

The man shook his head slowly, trying to clear his head. He gazed around slowly with bleary eyes as he struggled to get his bearings. It was clear he had no idea what was happening.
The wife walked back in, holding a large pair of tree pruners that had seen good use. She noted that the man was awake and scowled. Walking over, she handed the tool to her husband and made a petit snorting sound. With economic movement, she spat in the man's face.

The husband pulled her back. She shook his grasp free and she went back to stand by the car, her hand again unconsciously resting protectively on the hood.

The man - more awake now - glared at the wife first in confusion and then in anger as realisation that he knew her hit. His face reddened and he struggled suddenly at the bonds. The man tried to yell for help or curse - the husband wasn't sure which - but the oil soaked rag was doing a good job of sound proofing proceedings and the bindings were strong.

The man's eyes bulged as he realised what the husband was holding. The husband hefted the pruners and gave them a couple of quick practice snaps.

'Serves you right for letting yourself go'.

The husband leaned forward, adjusting for the man's futile struggling, and after a brief moment struck.



+The machine spirit stalked, circling it's prey+



At some point during the creeping dusk, the husband noticed that the headlights of the car were illuminating the pale man in it's baleful beams. He didn't remember turning them on, or his wife either, but he found the light comforting.

It had taken a while to staunch the bleeding, but they'd been able to get what they needed without the man losing consciousness. The husband had taken a moment's rest, stepping back from his work to circle the car in an almost reverant fashion. His finger traced the fresh scars gently as he walked, the white wounds contrasting starkly with the car's industrial grey colouring. The scars started at the front of the bonnet, wound around the driver's side and over boot, back along the passenger side pannels to their origin at the start of the car. Livid scars also marked the front set of tires, and the man frowned as he remembered how the car had limped those last few kilometres home.

He finished his circuit back in front of the man. He held the ring finger up in front of the man's face.

'This must have been expensive', he said, not really wanting an answer.

He disloged the ring from the digit, and threw the latter into a corner of the garage. The man was alert enough to grunt a response, though it trailed quickly off into a low moan of pain. The wife made a derogative comment at the finger, then walked over to stand beside her husband. At some point, she had retrieved a pair of disposable gloves - almost like the type surgeons use. She'd always been the more pragmatic one of the pair.

'So let me go through this again. You..attacked...my car because you thought we'd been staying in the same room that you had the night before.'

This time, he did look at the man for an answer. None was forthcoming, so the husband put a hand slowly on the tree pruner. The man's eyes grew alarmed at this and he nodded frantically.



'Good...and you did this because you thought we'd decided to steal an ear ring that you'd left in the room?' The man shook his head again quickly.


The husband tutted slightly.

'We're better people than that', he said looking up at his wife. She gave a nod.

He grasped the ring firmly between thumb and finger and raised his hand to the man's left shoulder. The man struggled again, but it was no use. The husband pushed the tip of the diamond ring firmly into the fleshy part of the shoulder and started to slowly tear downwards and to the right. The husband's face remained passive as he did so, though his wife had an almost hungry look.The man squealed in pain, blood flecked foam working it's way around the edges of the rag.


The car sat ominously behind them both as he worked.

+The machine spirit struck out+


An angry welt opened up across the man's body and blood started to trickle down his chest. The tip of the diamond was sharp, and the stone bit deep. A muffled yelp of pain and anger leapt raggedly from the man's throat.

'We don't know what happened to your ring. What I do know is that you're a thuggish idiot that made a mistake. We were staying in the room next to you.'

The husband wiped his sweaty brow with a forearm.

He raised his hand again, this time to the man's right shoulder and reversed the stroke. The ring stuck where the two lines intersected, causing the husband to grunt with effort. The man howled again, pulling at the bonds, but the garden chair was made from a heavy hardwood and refused to budge.

Finally the husband stood back, a bloody 'X' facing up at them. It seemed that the distance between the car and the bound man had narrowed. He smiled tightly and wiped his brow again, this time leaving a bloody trail. He handed the ring to the wife. She eagerly stepped forward and started working upon the man's face.

Time passed, and the husband had to roughly shake his wife to gain her attention. The baby had started to cry and it was almost dinner time.

'Time to finish it'.

His wife stood up and arched her back stretching. She'd been at it for a long time, and she was covered in blood from fingertips to her elbows. The man had stopped his pitiful crying some time ago. The wife looked at the man stonily and with a speed that startled the husband lashed out twice in quick succession. Blood gouted from the slashes to the man's neck, and they both had to step back to avoid the most of it. The wife let the ring drop to the pool of red liquid forming on the concrete floor. The parents turned as one and left for the house and their waiting child, turning the garage light off as they went.

+The machine spirit fed+

The darkness of the garage seemed intesified by the piercing beams of the car's headlights. Blood flowed slowly and edged up against the worn tread of the car's front driver's side tyre.

In the morning, the car would be healed, it's form made whole again.
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*sigh* And that was one of a variety of vivid and imaginative scenarios my wife and I described with regards to what we would have done had we caught the guy who keyed our car over the weekend. My wife is scary when she's angry.

4.04.2009

No Sense of Huma


Looking at it's component parts, it really should never have been as big as it was.
A series of books written to accompany some new modules that were designed to try and re-energise the D&D franchise. It was basically 'Lord of the Rings' Lite (TM).
At first glance, the writing was economical, the world of Krynn wasn't particularly innovative, and the characters were pretty much your typical adventuring party types (in fact, they were designed to be just that) and yet...not only did the Dragonlance 'Chronicles' series, and later the 'Legends' follow up meet it's intended purpose but they managed to leave an indelible mark on all of us that were lucky enough to be enveloped by the story of the War of the Lance.
It was 1987 and the first year of high school for me when a friend first handed me 'Dragons of Autumn Twilight' and between the long bus and train trips that it took for me to get home each day, I had that book finished in about a week. Then I read it again the next.
Unlike Lord of the Rings, this was a fantasy story that grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and said, 'We have to keep moving!' From the first chapter to the last it was action all the way, with a story that escalated higer and higher, and with a cast of stereotypes that you came to realise were people all along. The theme of balance played through many aspects of the story - from Tanis Half-Elven battling the natures of the two races that formed his name and personality, Raistlin's love/hate relationship with his brother to the 3 moons of the world itself and the aspects of good/evil/neutrality they represented. This Libran loved it.
The second book in the first trilogy, 'Dragons of Winter Night' was the first book I can remember ever waiting for to be released.
So with the above outlined, you can imagine my level of excitement when I learned that a Dragonlance movie was in the works. It made sense - the success and quality of the LOTR movies had caused a spike of fantasy based movies to be released, and while all D&D based movies released to date have been steaming piles of crap, if there was ever going to be a successful effort, this was going to be it.
I can sadly report that the D&D movie tradition continues.
This was...awful. A kids movie - animated to boot. Not that that would necessarily be a bad thing, but this was mish mash of dodgy traditional animation (worse than the 80's D&D cartoon) and horrid 3d graphics.
No one who has seen Larry Elmore's vision of Lord Soth's charge could be happy with this.
Granted, a 90 minute movie was never going to fit all the content of the first book (which this is all the movie covers), but the treatment of the characters, the plot and more importantly, the audience is just abyssmal. I couldn't watch it all, it was that bad.
To try and take a positive out of the experience, I have to hope that perhaps this movie will expose others to the books, and in turn lead them to clamour for a proper effort sometime in the future.
People, if you've never read these books go and do so - they're fun, thrilling and sad.
While you do that, I'll keep on hoping that one of you is talented and lucky enough to be able to right this wrong and make me a version that used to fill my imagination when I was a kid.

3.16.2009

Irezumi


Well little Bloom is living up to the verb form of the word and sprouting marvellously - we just had our 6 week check in and she's finally cracked the 3kg mark, now 3.258kg up from 2.58kg at birth (for you old worlders, there's about 2.2 pounds to a kg, so do the math).
It's a relief to know she's progressing well - Mrs Sigil is adamant about breast feeding, and it's been the one small point of frustration (to me) as it's not something I can help directly with. Ah well, plenty of other things for me to do.

Some updated snaps:



Oh, and I got my fourth tattoo on the weekend, and went with the one below:







2.27.2009

Eldar - Part 6


So despite being a hell of a lot busier due to Project Bloom, I've not only managed to get some painting done, but have (in my opinion) greatly improved my process for painting my Eldar (I really need to think up a name for their Craftworld).

One of the first decisions I made was to cut back on using strong colours as base colours. For example, black now isn't pure chaos black, but 50/50 chaos black and codex grey. The step after is then to wash the above in Badab Black and then highlight with 75/25 Codex Grey and Black. It takes a little more time, but is more pleasing to me.

The other decision was to stop thinking that the new washes are necessarily the be all and end all. Rather, I've gone back to finding more natural wash colours for each base colour. For example, the purple cloth above (painted originally in 50/50 Hormagaunt Purple and Skull White) was washed in a 33/33/33 mix of Hormagaunt Purple, PVA glue and water (the glue was a trick I learned from a GW staff member whose work I've always appreciated).

The same approach was taken with the grey armour, which was then soft brushed using the technique that Gobsmasha taught me.

I'm really pleased with this Banshee and it's really inspired me to start trying to paint properley.


It's the last point above that led me to make 2 further decisions with regards to the hobby:
The first was to place less stress on myself with regards to having to get an army painted. That pressure I've often put on myself has taken some of the joy out of the past. I still want to play, of course, so the approach I'll be taking is construct the armies I have in mind and just take my time painting what I want and doing it well. I'm much more comfortable assembling prior to painting than I used to be when I first started the hobby - now I get the best of both worlds.

The second decision was to write everything I do down. Once I've found a scheme/approach that I'm happy with, I'm noting it all down, from colours for base/shades/highlights through to the method of execution and basing. I have a horrible memory and since I may not come back to a particular army for a while, it's important to do what I can to keep things consistent. I've done this with my Eldar and Dark Elf army and will be doing the same with any other army I have an interest in painting/playing (which is nearly all of them!)


Finally, Project Bloom has forced me to re-evaluate my work place - as peaceful areas around my small as it is house are decreasing at an alarming rate. So the above shows how I've re-arranged things. A while ago, I purchased one of the GW hobby stations which I thought might have been a little extravagant at the time, but it has come in very handy.

Going from left to right, on the bottom tier first, you'll see a larg magnifying glass that I picked up in Japan on my last trip over - I use this for all my fine detail work. Combined with this you'll see a recent purchase - a twin flexible LED light globe (originally for illuminating music) that I only just recently picked up at Borders for about $25.00. That, combined with the larger flexible lamp to the right have been a real life saver - now I have reliable light at all time - right where I need it.

Further to the right, you'll note a large ceramic tile I use for mixing paint and general work duties. Looking closely, you'll see a large gob of blu-tack which I use to hold open my paints at an angle so there's no dripping into the rim of the paint tins.

I keep whichever model I'm painting at the moment blu-tacked to an empty mixing pot as it gives my chubby fingers something further to hold onto. On the far right, you'll see my paint container which I've sorted from top to bottom in the following order: foundation paints, inks/washes/warm colours/cold colours and finally metallics, black, white and varnish. It's good to have these things sorted.

On the top tier you'll note the various tools of the trade as well as other works in progress.

*phew* Hopefully there'll be more updates in the days to come. I feel like painting an Iron Hand.

2.19.2009

OMG! I gave birth to the Slann!?!?


Heh. Warhammer players will get it. Here's a much kinder photo of little Bloomy:




2.09.2009

Hell


There's nothing like being responsible for the creation of a life and the thought of imminent death to clarify just what is important to you.

This week, I experienced both.

On the positive, the birth of my lovely daughter. I don't have the words at the moment to express the intricacies of what we are both going through at the moment, but they'll come.

On the negative, my home state of Victoria is currently being ravaged by the worst ever series of bush fires in modern history. The latest statistics I have seen are 131 people confirmed dead, 750 houses destroyed and 2 towns completely wiped from the map.

These figures are probably already out of date as you read this.

I mention this here because on the worst of the days, there was a report of a fire taking off not 5 minutes from where I live. It was severe enough to close down our local train line and the main highway survicing our area. I had to leave the hospital, my wife and daughter to rush home to ensure that my house was protected.

Those that have not experienced such a phenomenom may not realise that while the fires themselves are horrid, much more danger is created by high winds and the spreading of floating embers that can travel for miles and then land to start another blaze.

Thankfully, the hot wind was blowing away from our house, not towards it from the fire, and a cool change came through shortly thereafter with it a light rain that eased my concern.

This is the second time in my life that bush fire has threatened me directly. The first episode was worse: living in the mountains during what was known as 'Ash Wednesday', we could see an out of control fire approaching us from over a ridge. My father decided that we were going to leave, and leave asap. No time for packing, just get what you could into the car so that we could go.

Again, we were spared that fate by a change of wind, but the image of a fox fleeing from the direction of the fire is one I'll never forget.

At start of this post I mentioned the ability of these event to clarify what is important to you. During my first encounter with bushfire I remember grabbing my favourite Transformer toy. For the event just gone, I'd decided that if it came to it I'd take the contents of my safe, and the portable hard drive attached to my computer -as this contains all the photos I have ever taken as an adult.

My thoughts go out to everyone touched by this. Fire is an unstoppable force at the height of its power, it destroys everything, and it just does not care.

Tattoo


For every significant event in my life, I get a tattoo. To date, I have three:

- One for when my brother died;
- One for when I decided I wasn't going to die the same way he did, and;
- One representing my beautiful (yet currently grumpy and tired) wife.

Now, I must decide upon an image to represent my daughter. I've already decided upon the theme which is something representing the word "bloom'', as this is the original meaning to the name 'Chloe'.

The design must be powerful, but simple and small as the tattoo will only be about the size of a large coin. Some likable designs from trawling the internet include the one above and the one below. If anyone out there stumbles across this and has some suggestions, I'd love to see them.



2.01.2009

Chrysalis




I feel that something is changing within.


At first, it was just a mere tingling at the edge of my consciousness - but over time, the tingling became a scratching, the scratching became an whisper, and now in these final days it has become an unrelenting roar that has drowned out any other rational thought.


It is only now that I realise what it is that I had, and what came before to others.


I know that you are changing too, that you are becoming - and it is this synchronicity of metamorphosis that will mark our future paths forever.


I am terrified. I am elated.


Soon we will be together.

1.12.2009

Eldar - Part 5 (A blast from the past...)

I must have painted these 'Revenant' class Eldar scout titans nearly fifteen years ago now...
I love these guys - not only are they a reminder of my happy Uni days, where work and responsibility was a far away thought, but they also triumphed in one of my most memorable (and literally 'epic') games of Epic..
During an all night multiplayer game, these two little lithe predators managed to take down a massive chaos warlord class titan all by themselves - seems the heretic machine spirit couldn't deal with our ability to leap elegantly from spot to spot and very soon had outmanouvered and outflanked it, stripped it's void shields and dismembered it.
A joyous day indeed for the Eldar..
They don't make them like this anymore - the below is what the Revenant look like now:

1.04.2009

Druchii - Part 5

TA - DAAAA!


My last post might have been a little bit premature. There was one last colour scheme that I needed to get out of my system before going full steam ahead. For those that know their Warcraft lore, I was basing it on the look of Arthas after he starts wielding 'Frostmourne'. I'd thought at the time that this might make a good scheme for the Druchii as the themes of ice and evil fit nicely. I ended up thinking it looks not quite sinister enough in this context, but it's still I scheme I might use for something else - perhaps for Necron lords? For a change, I've painted a Blackguard, but this is only a test model - my actual unit will all be of the helmeted variety.






So after that, I went back and re-did the model in my original 'Slytherin' scheme and I think this just works better for being a little more sinister. Most green schemes tend to incorporate yellow/gold into the designs, and while I understand the colour thoery behind it, it's something that I have been trying to steer clear of. It took me a while to figure out why - but I do believe it's the idea of looking like an Australian sports team that was doing it.

So instead, I've toyed with the idea of using an additional cream colour for trim, thinking that perhaps these Druchii have a thing for scrimshawing their armour with the bones of their enemies/victims. I've tried that on a couple of models, but in the amount that I was doing it per model, it started to make them a little 'feral'. It's still a concept I'm going to use (particularly on my shades - as they are feral), but just with the approach of 'less is more'. So rather, I've done the trim in a brighter silver colour which I think works as it keeps the model looking cruelly elegant.



So with nothing further ado, it's time to start painting. I do believe I'll set up a project log over at Warseer and see what that sort of feedback generates.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year and all that....

Big changes coming for me this year, and while it's going to be a challenge, I'm really looking forward to it. I've found a nifty countdown widget thingy (*points to the right*) to highlight when Project Bloom's going to kick off (the name will eventually make sense).

But more on that later.

So traditionally, now is the time to make resolutions for the New Year, so here we go:

1. Don't forget what's really important.

2. Given the above, work smarter - not harder.

3. Become more focused on my hobbying pursuits - i.e. more quality and less quantity.

I might keep it at that for the time being, any more and I might scare myself.

12.30.2008

Druchii - Part 4

I find this hobby frustrating sometimes. Or I'm just going mad.

Had I been born 20 years later, perhaps I would have been diagnosed with a peculiar form of hobby related attention deficit disorder. For the last few weeks I've suffered through a long period of self doubt and indecision over the colour schemes I'm trying out with my Dark Elves.

I just couldn't seem to settle on something that I liked, felt comfortable painting, and fit my image of what the Dark Elves are. Eventually (or perhaps inevitably), I've come full circle to the green based scheme I started with.

Gobsmasha reckons it's a natural part of the hobbying process, and I suspect he's right (although he never seems to go through this like me). In any event, I'm much more comfortable with where I'm at with the Druichii at the moment.

I'm currently working on a group of crossbow wielding warriors which I should hopefully post soon. In the meantime, here's a Druichii corsair I prepared earlier. Oooh, an elfy pirate -YAARRRR!!!


10.06.2008

Druichii - Part 3




Well it's been a while, but yet I endeavour on. Since my last modelling post, a plethora of new codecies, army books and models to absorb - the Dark Elves amongst them


I'm quite impressed with the new book - it goes very deep into the history of the Sundering and other periods of lore. More importantly, it gives the Dark Elves' cruelty a bit more believability - yes, they are mostly that way because of their Lord's influence and the loss of their home...but what I found a refreshing change was the emphasis on their new home. They are the way they are because anything else meant a quick death to some beastie or a frozen sleep in the wilds...


It's about as close to empathy as you can get.


Oh, did I mention the new models are fantastic? In particular the corsairs and the cold one knights; one of which I present to you in progress.



Hmm..I'm sure there's other vital items of portent to impart on you, the reader in the time between posts. Oh, yes - I'm going to be a Father!


EDIT: Now with a brighter picture:



6.17.2008

Cold Turkey


Well it's done.
Account cancelled, game uninstalled and web pages deleted. No more for me. Time to pack my bags and leave Azeroth for good.
Hey, don't take it badly, Blizzard - we had some fun times together. The early levelling, the first timid steps into the Deadmines - the storming of the Stockades. Enchanting my first bracer. All fond memories.
Such a temptress you were - teasing me with your promises of super loot and powers on my way to level 70. Playing hard to get at level 60 only to hook me again with the goodness that were the early quest rewards in the Outlands. Our relationship was a sure thing, wasn't it?
But then you started making demands. Started getting needy. Daily quests and grinding started to take the shine off our relationship. Fighting for reputation with people I hardly knew just so that I could get gear to keep up with the Joneses. Changing the rules my poor little Shaman Kaminari lived by on a regular basis so that her little Draeni head span (and just how the hell do you pronounce 'Draeni' anyway?).
So now it's done, and I'm walking away.
Until Starcraft II at least, when you know I'll be your bitch again. *sigh*
PS: In all seriousness - no more PC games for me that I can't pause or save or otherwise get up and walk away from. Better things to do.

2.17.2008

Eldar - Part 4 (To Avenge Direly.....)


Well it has been an age since my last post, and while I could spout a litany of reasons why - perhaps it's best just to say that I'm back and leave it at that. In my time away, so many things have happened - my wife and I have started another round of IVF (and if anyone wants to chat about what it's like to go through that, then let me know - this is the second time around for us), I've started studying aikido and am enjoying it thoroughly, if not painfully (and for those that aren't sure what aikido is, then perhaps the quickest way of giving you a point of reference is saying that it's what Steven Seagal does *sigh*). A hugely challenging martial art - obtaining shodan (or black belt) will be my challenge for the next few years.

Oh, and I've been painting! Here's a unit of Dark Avengers (including Exarch) done in relatively the same scheme as my recent test Howling Banshee. See below for face off between the Exarch and a friend's Space Marine of the Salamander Chapter - he asked me to point out that it wasn't quite finished....

Until next time, folks.






11.15.2007

Eldar - Part 3






Well here's my next colour scheme attempt for the enigmatic Eldar - an Aspect Warrior of the Howling Banshee variety. It's still not finished completely (gems and other detail not complete) but I wanted to experiment and try a lighter scheme to see how such a model would come out. It's probably more realistic than the previous schemes as well, though I can't really pin down why I fee that way.

The weapons are black to represent the dark emotion that comes from their use - as is the face plate, representing the same in the Eldar soul. All Aspect Warriors will show the same colouring, barring a single cloth strip that most of these models have in one form or another (in this case on the models left leg, in the Howling Banshee bone colour).

For my craftworld, the Aspect Warriors would wear their colours more as robes when not at war.

I think I'll try a Dire Avenger next in the same.

11.06.2007

Gone Nova?


Or perhaps 'Nova Gone' is a better title for this post.
Nova Corporation is (was?) the biggest 'Eikaiwa' or English conversation school in Japan and was where I worked for almost two years during the late 90s.
During the last few months, the company has been rocked by a series of events that could possibly herald its doom. A revenue structure based on massive upfront fees for lessons (anywhere from $5,000.00 upwards) with very strict allowances for refunds was challenged by students which in turn resulted in Government sanctions that banned Nova advertising long term contracts - the staple of their business.
This lead to an almost bank-run like calls for refunds from existing students as well as massive drops in new student numbers which has now resulted to the point where Japanese and foreign staff have gone unpaid/had salaries delivered late and schools kicked out of their buildings for not meeting rent payments. The president of the company has gone into hiding after being dumped by the rest of the management group (though he refuses to accept the decision in messages passed onto the media by his lawyer). The media were given a tour of his massive office that had remained off-limits to the lower echelons of the company during his reign - including a well furbished main office, a tatami mat tea room and a secret room hidden behind a wall containing a giant spa and double bed amongst other things.
Sponsors are being sought to bail the company out, and as of writing 12 companies have come forward - though tellingly none of them are any of the other eikaiwa companies in Japan.
Nova's methods of teaching are often ridiculed by the foreign staff that work for it - but this is not necessarily a symptom unique to Nova, but of the eikaiwa industry itself. My experience with Nova had its ups and downs, but overall was an enjoyable experience. At the very least, the company created a very easy way for me to get my foot in the door in Japan, through being able to apply for and get employment in my home country as well as organising housing (albeit crowded and small) for me when I got there. Nova going under would mean the end of a great way for people to get to know Japan in a more intimate way than just by holidaying there.
The future remains uncertain for Nova - and whatever one might think about the company, its absence would be a very noticeable one in the fluorescent skyline that is modern Japan.
Not so yoku dekimashita......

10.25.2007

Land of the Rising Sun - Part 3


Something that I forgot to post in my previous entry, but is so iconic that it really does deserve its own spot.

The above picture must be familiar to most - if not all - readers out there. What many people may not know is that this carving of the three wise monkies is part of a series of engravings on a structure located at the resting place of Tokugawa Ieyasu (as noted in my previous entry).
Given that Ieyasu passed away sometime in the 1600's, means that these little troublemakers have been around for quite some time!

There was little English information near where this was taken and my Japanese is not good enough to decipher the entries that were noted - I'll look into the relation between the monkies and the Shogun when I get a chance - but I bet a friend of mine out there will come up with the goods before I next post.

On a completely different note, I have been using this holiday to work on various aspects of my ongoing endeavours for my novel.

I have some names now that I am happy with for some of the major characters - see what you think:

Malthius, Kharas, Talia, Yutenji, Jun, X'ian...



Land of the Rising Sun - Part 2


Well, I've said goodbye to Kansai, spent a brief couple of days with the in-laws in the warmer climes of the South and made the trip North to Tokyo.

Tokyo is not a city that I think that I would ever enjoy living in. The people here are so...busy and often come across being rude as a result. The city itself is wide - the equivelant of their 'city loop' takes about an hour to circumvent by train. The massive rail network has had my beautiful wife's head in a spin on more than one occassion - despite being Japanese herself. On a couple of occassions, when looking for help, she was brushed off by a couple of passers-by which only darkened my thoughts on the place.

I try to balance these negative thoughts with positives to be found - certainly the shopping is great if you are after the more modern items and we have many friends here (though not natural born Tokyoites). Akihabara (with its associated 'Electric Town') has been visited a couple of times and I've ended up buying a PSP which I have found fun (and certainly cheaper than what it would have cost back home).

Coming back to Japan this time, I had promised myself that I would visit places that I had not been to before and in the Kanto region this had equated to going to Yokohama and Nikko. Both of these places I quite enjoyed - Yokohoma was quite relaxing, with its flowing gardens and hills overlooking the sea combined with the Western influences found in the architecture as a result of early foreign contact during Japan's history.

Nikko is the home of the resting place of one of Japan's most famous military and historic figures - the first official shogun of Japan, Tokugawa Ieyasu. I first studied this man over twelve years ago at university and it was quite eerie to actually be at a place so strongly associated with him after all this time. The place is thoroughly beautiful, set in the foreground of some very majestic hills and the place really shined given the Autumn reds and oranges were approaching full strength.

On a related note, the above picture was taken inside Osaka-Jo (Osaka Castle) which has been blown up, burnt down, invaded and attacked so many times in its long history that it is now almost all a modern remake. The insides - though completely refurbsihed - house much interesting historical information which was great to reaquaint myself with again after so many years.

The model above is from a massive display outlining the final attack of the Tokugawas against the Toyotomi (who really united Japan but never had the chance to proclaim himself Shogun).

I believe this model is of Toyotomi Hideyoshi - their leader at the time.




More to come....

10.13.2007

Land of the Rising Sun - Part 1

I've been back in my other home town of Osaka, Japan for about a week now and as usual a mix of feelings hit me whenever I walk the streets here: lavicious thoughts of the mainly gorgeous women, the inherent humour of the Osakan attitude and the accompanying (and often bewildering for those that don't know it) Osaka-ben that everyone speaks.

My trips back to Japan often descend in a mad rush to see nostalgic places and to catch up with friends and family as efficiently as possible. I've mostly succeeded so far, though there is a particular place on the stairs by the main entrance to the temple of Horyuji (which I used to live quite close to) that I used to pause at, sit and reflect upon life that will have to wait until my next trip.

I lived in Japan for two years - living in an apartment in Horyuji which is a small suburb just outside of Nara and worked in Osaka teaching English. Although travelling times were long, I always found the arrangement to provide a great mix of old and new.

I have a couple of days left here in Osaka before I move on to Miyazaki and then Tokyo. A visit yesterday to Kyoto to see my brother in law reminded me how snobbish the people there can be sometimes (not my brother-in-law!).

I suspect it would be rude to remind them that Nara was the capital of Japan prior to Kyoto - but still the urge takes me when people look down their noses at us Osakans!

Still, they know how to construct an effective stone garden. The above picture was taken at Ryoanji, one of the more famous places dotted around the city. The contrasts of the angular black and straight sandstone tiles provide the perfect border to the garden itself, as does the wall a solid backdrop.

It is the play on the unconscious that really sets these things off.

Time to move - I am sure there will be more to come.




9.19.2007

Tyranid - Part 1

Ah, space bugs. Not the most original idea for sure, but still a great looking army that has a huge range of modelling options. Genestealers in particular evoke warm memories of Space Hulk. A great game all by itself.

I've not devoted a heap of time to these creepy crawlies yet but expect that I will....



Here are some examples with a couple of colour schemes:

Gensestealers:

Hormagaunt:

Tyranid Warrior: