Friday, 30 October 2015

Happy Halloween: Eversor TO DONE!

Hi folks,

A few months ago Sgt Waz gave me this Eversor as a gift, as well as to right an ancient wrong. I have spent the last week or so painting it each night, so that it would be ready for Halloween. Halloween is not a very big thing in Australia, we only ever get a handful of kids walking around in very lame costumes asking for chocolate... but I thought I would do something special anyway to celebrate with my American blogger friends. Here are a few shots of the finished model:

The bronze is meant to tie the paint scheme in with my Iron Snakes, providing a universal element.

The vials on his arm were a nightmare to paint.

The neuro gauntlet was painted leadbelchers then glazed with Tamiya Clear Red.

I painted a little cyber-Raven familiar to go with him, in the same style as my Ravenwing figures. I am planning on surreptitiously placing the raven figure down next to my next opponent's commander and whispering... "Eversor". 

Once upon a battlefield dreary, where I cowered, spent and weary,
Within an Imperial bunker, darkly stained with dust and gore -
As I cowered, darkly muttering, suddenly there came a sputtering
As some weapon quickly stuttering - firing at my bunker door.
"'Tis some bolter", I murmured, "firing at my bunker door -
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And the brightly burning bastions lit the horizon by the score.
Eagerly, on freedom drunker; - vainly had I sought to hunker
In this heavy Imperial bunker - with perhaps a tunnel in the floor -
A safe and empty fortress with perhaps a tiny tunnel in the floor -
Only this and nothing more.

And the mad raving howling of each distant Space Wolf prowling
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.
So that now, to the beating of my heart, I stood entreating
"'Tis some Space Wolf there repeating, firing at my bunker door -
Some common Grey Hunter rapid-firing at my bunker door -
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer
"Marine," said I, "or Scout, your attention I implore;
The bunker walls are thick - they are made of tempered brick
And your bolters do not nick the slightest scratch or tiny score -
Not a dimple, dent, depression, dip, scratch or tiny score -
Away now, and fire no more."

Then in the bunker slumping, presently I heard a thumping
A pounding - rattling many times fiercer than before.
And soon I heard a screech – as if a claw was used to breech;
The very Gods I did beseech as the ceiling fell upon the floor -
Through the wounds poured streams of light which danced upon the floor -
Danced amidst the sounds of war.

Then at once it stopped the violence - I was left alone with silence
Confused, I spied the reason why the shells did drop no more -
Flying through the clutter, then with many a flit and flutter
A psyber-Raven came through the dust to perch above the door -
Perched on the two-headed eagle just above the bunker door -
Perched and sat and nothing more.

At this I grew more craven, for the talons of the psyber-Raven
Were all over covered with bright red blood and crimson gore.
"Wretch!" I cried, "Njal hath lent thee - into this fortress has he sent thee
So that remotely here he may be - and this bunker then explore -
Scry out my exact location and this bunker then explore -"
Quoth the Raven, "Eversor"

Then, methought, the air grew darker, the bunker now a little starker
For the uttered word brought terror as I had never felt before.
As for weapons, I knew I had none - no bolter, sword or lasgun;
No arms to stop the war's son fated to break soon through the door -
The blood-mad crazed assassin fated to break soon through the door-
Quoth the Raven, "Eversor"

"Be that word our sign of parting, machine or bird!" I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the fire-fight and here spy on me no more!
For as you came unbidden - I would otherwise be here hidden -
Leave my location in this midden - quit that icon above my door!
Take thy shining metal eye, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Eversor"

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting - still is sitting
On the pallid two-headed eagle just above the bunker door;
His metal eye has all the seeming of a psyker that is scheming,
To have my guts lie steaming in a pile upon the floor;
And now all hope has left me, crouched here upon the floor
I await the Eversor!
See you across the table (slicked with crimson gore),
P.S The grim/dark version of the Edgar Allan Poe classic is from a White Dwarf back in the 90's. I have no idea who the original author was, but I remember we all went crazy about it when it was published. I have changed a bit of it so that it makes more sense, but I can't claim anything more that that (...apart from modelling the characters!). If you know the author let me know in the comments :-)

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