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.

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:
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Gobsmasha said...

Handsome models.

They look like current war walkers, which I love (I do like my war machines to look more like machines than giant infantry).

January 12, 2009 at 11:06 PM

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