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So long in fact most of you have probably forgotten me. I haven't been myself for a while and so I haven't been working on anything really. I've painted alot but that's mostly because I could lose myself and forget other stuff. I'm only now getting back around to feeling human again I suppose. So I've done some writing. I'm going to try and finish all the things I started ages ago. I posted a preview of something Id started working on after the release of AoS, I've seen changed it, armed with the knowledge I've gained from playing AoS and reading the official fiction. So here is a new preview (see an old post about Stormcast not being all blokes). 

It's a work in progress and I'm using it mainly to get back into the swing of writing so I can finally finish Daughters of Darkness with the same level of skill and love I had for it before. 

Lady Freya still remembered.

   She remembered the rustling of red leaves on trees swaying in the wind that blew down the valley, carrying with it the smell of the crops growing beyond the white walls of her fortress. She could see those walls now, rising as spectacular monuments of stone, the battlements hewn from the very cliffs themselves. She remembered the cold rain, the flash of azure lightning from a storm unnatural for that time of year. She could feel, smell the fear in the air. Across the rolling hills came battle cries, bellows of unnatural fury and blood curdling roars of monsters beyond mortal comprehension. Bodies slammed into her own, knocking this way and that as they surged for the gates of the fortress. She remembered tossing aside a royal gown, donning armour and her arms became heavy with sword and shield. Royalty? She remembered the terror of her people. Her people? A powerful steed galloped her from the gates, between the rows of red leafed trees, through the thunder storm, rain hammering her emerald plate. Men rode beside her in the same beautifully crafted plate. She saw a banner depicting the snarling visage of an ocean drake, it snapped in the wind despite the rain water soaking the fabric. It's bearer, her son? Her memory was fragmented, blurred at times. She did not know the whole story, some images were firm and clear, others lost like whispers in the wind. She fought hard to hold onto them all but failed. She remembered the dirt, the blood. She could feel the weight of armour on her shoulders, an axe scraping across her breast plate. There was a stench of old blood, rotten flesh, unwashed bodies. She saw discoloured teeth, an absurd smile. Her sword cleaved a skull in two. Her shield smashed another figure from its feet. She remembered the booming of thunder, felt it reverberate in her ribcage. Her helm was gone. Her hair whipped about her face, men tumbled to the sodden ground, some died screaming, others died laughing. She looked back to those battlements and the fortress that had been her home. She could see smoke rising in thick columns. She had failed. A voice called to her, she remembered the pain in his words and the heart ache they brought. She tasted the salt of tears.

"My queen!"

My queen?

"They are behind the walls! We have been deceived!"

She cried out in rage, her sword took heads, limbs. Blood rained upon her armour. A body crashed to the dirt, her standard fluttering down beside him, smeared by blood and dirt. Her son. My son? No… no. She saw his limp fingers, his staring eyes, slack jaw. His blood pooled. No. She wept. An axe bit deep in her shoulder. Her shield slipped from her grip but her fingers were tight on her sword. She cut the warrior down a snarl on her lips.

"Sigmar!" She cried. "If you are there, if you can hear me!" She killed and killed and killed again. Her home was gone, her son dead. She bellowed to the heavens. "Lend me your strength!" She had nothing left but the need to reap bloody revenge.

She remembered the crack of lightning. A sensation of weightlessness. A terrible and beautiful pain. Her body was torn apart and rebuilt. There no was sense of time or space, there was only agony and purity. How long? Centuries perhaps. The final moments before the flash were gone completely. Had she died?

 

   Lady Freya still remembered, though she did not remember fully. A son? A queen? Were these things real? When she rode the lightning again those memories returned. Forever a whirlwind of images and emotions she could never fully grasp. Were they her own? How could they not be? Why could she not see clearly? What had been taken from her to be replaced with what she was given? A son? A queen? Lady Freya remembered but only when she rode the lightning. She felt solid earth beneath her boots and the rush of displacing energies. Lightning snarled along her limbs, it flashed in her eyes and boiled away the tears that had been streaming unbidden down her cheeks. Once again Lady Freya forgot. She looked up and saw an enemy all too familiar and different all the same.

 

   Lady Freya Angel of Dawn, Celestant of the Blades of Dawn hoisted her thunder-axe above her head, lightning crackling along its keen edge. Above her thunder boomed and rain lashed down.

"For Sigmar!" she bellowed, "Onward brothers and sisters, this day a new dawn rises!" 

  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Alot of metal.
  • Reading: Alot... just alot of books.
  • Playing: Too many to list.
  • Eating: Bacon, always bacon... or steak.
  • Drinking: Relentless or vodka. Sometimes both.
So someone asked Josh Reynolds if the Stormcast are all male like Space Marines or could they be women, aelfs or duardin. And the answer was possibly. Apparently GW are keeping who can become Stormcast vague. I like this. *cracks fingers in anticipation of future fanfic*. 
It also opens the door for GW to finally knock out some rock hard female soldiers who are actually as tough as their male counterparts. Its unlikely I'll grant you but if they have any business sense they will because given how many people want this, men and women, they'll sell really well. 
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Alot of metal.
  • Reading: Alot... just alot of books.
  • Playing: Too many to list.
  • Eating: Bacon, always bacon... or steak.
  • Drinking: Relentless or vodka. Sometimes both.
So I'm nearly done with my Age of Sigmar one shot but I got to thinking about the Old World. 
Would anyone still be interested in stories from the Old World? It's clear Games-Workshop has no intention to continue printing fiction set in the days before the End Times. 
I've never written anything in the Old World but I have a few ideas floating around. Particularly about pirates of the old as I don't feel it was an area given the attention it deserved. Pirates were certainly features and mention but aside from Dreadfleet I can't think of any examples where they were the sole focus. 
I have some ideas for one of those swashbuckling adventures, full of bar fights and blazing cannons. 
All I want to know are people still interested or has the time passed?
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Alot of metal.
  • Reading: Alot... just alot of books.
  • Playing: Too many to list.
  • Eating: Bacon, always bacon... or steak.
  • Drinking: Relentless or vodka. Sometimes both.
So since I started my Stormcast army painted up as Hallowed Knights I felt in appropriate to write a "one shot" of them in battle. In the opening stages of the Age of Sigmar the Hallowed Knights are mainly set loose in the realm of life which I believe is overrun by Nurgle. So this is where my story is set. I plan on buying the Age of Sigmar book tomorrow so I will do some reading and go from there. I have the opening of the story complete. Perhaps if it is well received I'll continue with more. I will also put up some pics of the finished warriors themselves. 
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Alot of metal.
  • Reading: Alot... just alot of books.
  • Playing: Too many to list.
  • Eating: Bacon, always bacon... or steak.
  • Drinking: Relentless or vodka. Sometimes both.
... is glorious. Truly the best bunch of mini's GW has ever supplied as part of a start kit and that's saying something coming from me since I absolutely adored the Dwarfs in the Hobbit set. Vandus Hammerhand is an amazing figure and having briefly played the game in store, ridiculous on the battlefield. I genuinely can't wait to see what they release next. Though my heart has always belonged tot he Dawi of WHFB I think my main AoS army will be Stormcast. It's a fun game and the background is just as grim as before, if not more so in some cases. 
Expect some pics up soon of my Hallowed Knights and Goretide warriors. 
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Alot of metal.
  • Reading: Alot... just alot of books.
  • Watching: The Terminator.
  • Playing: Too many to list.
  • Eating: Bacon, always bacon... or steak.
  • Drinking: Relentless or vodka. Sometimes both.
So long in fact most of you have probably forgotten me. I haven't been myself for a while and so I haven't been working on anything really. I've painted alot but that's mostly because I could lose myself and forget other stuff. I'm only now getting back around to feeling human again I suppose. So I've done some writing. I'm going to try and finish all the things I started ages ago. I posted a preview of something Id started working on after the release of AoS, I've seen changed it, armed with the knowledge I've gained from playing AoS and reading the official fiction. So here is a new preview (see an old post about Stormcast not being all blokes). 

It's a work in progress and I'm using it mainly to get back into the swing of writing so I can finally finish Daughters of Darkness with the same level of skill and love I had for it before. 

Lady Freya still remembered.

   She remembered the rustling of red leaves on trees swaying in the wind that blew down the valley, carrying with it the smell of the crops growing beyond the white walls of her fortress. She could see those walls now, rising as spectacular monuments of stone, the battlements hewn from the very cliffs themselves. She remembered the cold rain, the flash of azure lightning from a storm unnatural for that time of year. She could feel, smell the fear in the air. Across the rolling hills came battle cries, bellows of unnatural fury and blood curdling roars of monsters beyond mortal comprehension. Bodies slammed into her own, knocking this way and that as they surged for the gates of the fortress. She remembered tossing aside a royal gown, donning armour and her arms became heavy with sword and shield. Royalty? She remembered the terror of her people. Her people? A powerful steed galloped her from the gates, between the rows of red leafed trees, through the thunder storm, rain hammering her emerald plate. Men rode beside her in the same beautifully crafted plate. She saw a banner depicting the snarling visage of an ocean drake, it snapped in the wind despite the rain water soaking the fabric. It's bearer, her son? Her memory was fragmented, blurred at times. She did not know the whole story, some images were firm and clear, others lost like whispers in the wind. She fought hard to hold onto them all but failed. She remembered the dirt, the blood. She could feel the weight of armour on her shoulders, an axe scraping across her breast plate. There was a stench of old blood, rotten flesh, unwashed bodies. She saw discoloured teeth, an absurd smile. Her sword cleaved a skull in two. Her shield smashed another figure from its feet. She remembered the booming of thunder, felt it reverberate in her ribcage. Her helm was gone. Her hair whipped about her face, men tumbled to the sodden ground, some died screaming, others died laughing. She looked back to those battlements and the fortress that had been her home. She could see smoke rising in thick columns. She had failed. A voice called to her, she remembered the pain in his words and the heart ache they brought. She tasted the salt of tears.

"My queen!"

My queen?

"They are behind the walls! We have been deceived!"

She cried out in rage, her sword took heads, limbs. Blood rained upon her armour. A body crashed to the dirt, her standard fluttering down beside him, smeared by blood and dirt. Her son. My son? No… no. She saw his limp fingers, his staring eyes, slack jaw. His blood pooled. No. She wept. An axe bit deep in her shoulder. Her shield slipped from her grip but her fingers were tight on her sword. She cut the warrior down a snarl on her lips.

"Sigmar!" She cried. "If you are there, if you can hear me!" She killed and killed and killed again. Her home was gone, her son dead. She bellowed to the heavens. "Lend me your strength!" She had nothing left but the need to reap bloody revenge.

She remembered the crack of lightning. A sensation of weightlessness. A terrible and beautiful pain. Her body was torn apart and rebuilt. There no was sense of time or space, there was only agony and purity. How long? Centuries perhaps. The final moments before the flash were gone completely. Had she died?

 

   Lady Freya still remembered, though she did not remember fully. A son? A queen? Were these things real? When she rode the lightning again those memories returned. Forever a whirlwind of images and emotions she could never fully grasp. Were they her own? How could they not be? Why could she not see clearly? What had been taken from her to be replaced with what she was given? A son? A queen? Lady Freya remembered but only when she rode the lightning. She felt solid earth beneath her boots and the rush of displacing energies. Lightning snarled along her limbs, it flashed in her eyes and boiled away the tears that had been streaming unbidden down her cheeks. Once again Lady Freya forgot. She looked up and saw an enemy all too familiar and different all the same.

 

   Lady Freya Angel of Dawn, Celestant of the Blades of Dawn hoisted her thunder-axe above her head, lightning crackling along its keen edge. Above her thunder boomed and rain lashed down.

"For Sigmar!" she bellowed, "Onward brothers and sisters, this day a new dawn rises!" 

  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Alot of metal.
  • Reading: Alot... just alot of books.
  • Playing: Too many to list.
  • Eating: Bacon, always bacon... or steak.
  • Drinking: Relentless or vodka. Sometimes both.

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I am, well I'm known here as Lukas the Trickster. I'm pretty much your average idiot with a little too much spare time. I read, I write, I watch movies, play video games and I paint Warhammer. There really isn't a lot I can tell you about myself here to be honest.

I'm here to admire art in any form, painting, writing, drawing or photography. I'm here to talk to other artists, share ideas and opinions.
I'm here to post my own art, literature and model painting.
I'm not here to argue and insult.
I do not think I'm talented and struggle to see the good in what I do, I'm usually only proud of something for the time it takes to post it online.
Never the less, I will continue to post work as long as I keep churning it out.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, view my page and my work. You're all legends.

I am also part of a youtube series that specialises in reviewing video games old and new. This series is known as Game Couch TV. Every Sunday we strive to bring you fair and entertaining videos, showing plenty of gameplay and more. We are still in our infancy as a series and any support is welcome, the links to our channel and Facebook are below.

Game Couch Links:
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www.youtube.com/user/GameCouch…

Facebook.
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Current Residence: Sunderland, England
Favourite genre of music: Metal/ Punk/ Film Scores.
Favourite cartoon character: Cartman/ Stan and Rodger Smith/ Peter Griffin
Personal Quote: Oh Fuck It!
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