Ello

Oh boy did I get to do a fun W40k commission of two Khorne Guardsmen boyos.

The Client also had a friend make a small story for this piece:

//Story
''A story of ruin

A ruinous ship comes out of the warp. Its hull is damaged from old battles and its machine spirit, though corrupted, is wearily spearing towards the nearest planet in the system. The ship is old, a Defender-class cruiser captured in a spring of fate by the forces of chaos. The Reavers, once a Guard regiment their history stricken from the records, now a roaming warband have captured the ship and its machine spirit in their wake.

“We shall find a place for repairs!” Barked Captain Vaelos. “We cannot sustain any more engagements like this!” The old man barked as he wandered back and forth on the bridge, his eyes tired and experienced with years of service going between the crew and a figure standing by a holo table. “Wise Captain.” The voice is soft, and praising, yet dark and powerful. “See to it that the Nidaros are ready..” The figure is none other than the old Kordross himself. The Lord Revenant, as he now is called, was once a Colonel in the Astra Militarum before he fell into chaos after being misled. “Send the 13th to secure the supplies and ensure we lay stable while we repair.” As he stands up, his rebreather, shaped like blooded fangs shuts and opens as he speaks. He wanders off to a nearby window and stares at the world below. “Fetch me, the Skull Castellan.”

The Cruiser docks, the old crew still knows their way around and lures the local PDF. The 13th company wanders out and starts taking control of the regional sector. It doesn’t take long before local PDF falls from the onslaught and after just four months of fighting the 13th have a large perimeter in place and are holding off the PDF and guard forces.

“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!” A masked reaver screams as he smashes the head of a guardsman with his auto gun. He stands up, grinning behind his mask “Sergeant! Did you see that!?” he remarks eagerly as the gunfire dies down around him. “Yes, Garlox, I witnessed your kill. It was a good one.” A calmer figure, carrying a heavy lasgun walks up to him. “Sergeant Thorien!” The eager Garlox calls “This one must have been a newbie!” He laughed, satisfied. “He fought good!” Whilst Thorian is an enforcer sergeant, he has not yet earned his right for the bronze mask marking his significance, something that makes him agitated and cautious in his leadership role. “Let's go, we need to clear our route of these corpse worshipers, however foolish they are..” He remarks and starts walking off, his yellow eyes scanning the area.

Garlox follows, there is even a slight pep in his step. They keep up a good pace, making sure to check for any paths that can be used by infiltrators or escapees. Garlox sees someone running and trying to cross a crossroad several hundreds away, he points his rifle and sends a burst of rounds towards the runner. It falls. The two walk calmly towards the runner who tries to crawl away “NO! STAY BACK! MERCY!” a young man shouts fearfully “There is a fight in this one, yet he seeks mercy.” Thorian snarls. “Garlox, hang him.” The eager enforcer grunts dissatisfied and walks away to complete his grim order. The young man hangs for nearly a minute, gargling and gasping for air then… silence. The two stand and admire their handy work. Knowing that this world is weak and for the Reavers taking.''
//End of Story.

Story Written by nydali on discord (if you're in the darktide channel you can find him there).

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If you're interested in commissioning me feel free to DM me anytime as I don't mind getting DMs.