Wednesday, April 18, 2018

The Estallian Peacock

So there I was standing before the largest giant in all of Estalia and I says to him, to him I says, "surrender now, or I'll chop ye' down to my size!" Now, of course, giants aren't the brightest knife in the drawer so he didnae surrender when 'e 'ad the chance. So I pulls out my trusty axe and went ta work...

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Hrolf and Snorre Ulfson

Amongst his most fearsome troops were the brothers Ulfson. Some say their father was actually a wolf. If you asked them about their parentage, they would give a sly smile and tell you it was they were only half brothers, for Geri was Hrolf's father while Freki was Snorre's father! 

Hrolf was the larger of the brothers; resplendent with his blond locks and beard and weilding a giant hammer in battle. His brother Snorre had to be quicker since he could not rely on his brother's strength. Thus, he carried his sword Neck-Cleaver along with a stout shield for protection.

In battle, the two always fought together, often singing as they hacked through enemy soldiers.

-Excerpt from the Saga of Alfarinn the War-Maker

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Iron Warriors Warp Talon

When a pack of Warp Talons emerges from the Warp, it appears to those on the battlefield below as if daemonic warriors have literally burst out from nothingness into fiery, vengeful life.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Grim Grimmson, Mad Squat Engineer

I don't know how long we'd been there, but one day I had this here idea during a mushroom break. Ya see, I realized that I didn't need to be short no more. So I began to search round the hulk for scrap parts. Once I'd worked me some new legs, I praised the Emperor for his divine inspiration. Then, on my next mushroom, I had another 'un...

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Håkon Magnusson, Viking Warlord

And the Vikings came upon them likes wolves, devouring all before them. The heathens left no bed unturned looking for treasure and slaves to take back to their dark lands. They slaughtered any who stood in their way to slake their thirst for battle. At their head was a mighty lord with a giant dog at his side and the blasphemous raven banner aloft above him. 

Saturday, March 17, 2018

I'm on Instagram!

Welcome to the 21st century, right? I finally signed up for instagram: AcceptableRadiation.

And regarding the lack of updates, I had taken a slew of photos but they all turned out terrible. I was going to retake them right away, but then I ordered some new lighting equipment so I decided to wait 😅

Anyway, the equipment has been received and used and photos have been taken so normal service shall be resumed shortly!

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Foul Blightspawn and Co.

Another of Mortarion's foul spawn are bloated marines who roam the battlefield sparaying toxic miasma at friend and foe alike. Unfortunatly for the valiant forces of Him On Terra, these diseased fluids seem to embolden the unrepentant Death Guard while inflicting upon the righteous inumerable maladies that lead to nothing but a painful demise. These heretics are must be dealt with carefully; they carry upon their backs giant cauldrons of their filth and any attack on them has the potential to rupture the tank. I have witnessed such calamities create countless Imperial martryrs. 

-Excerpt from the Reports of Inquisitor Corrigan, 3 226 765.M38