I've been drawn back to my old Death Guard force of late, and this is the most recent completed addition. The Lord of Nurgle, Skȏrn Gallblight, and these two Nurgle Bikers will be joining the existing Plagueriders
(a Deviation I've just looked at and realised was rather better laid out, natch) to bulk out the squad.
I picked up a box of loyalist bikers cheap from a local second-hand store, which had two basic bikers unassembled, plus a Space Wolf Lord with a lightning claw and a cork scenic base. I'm not a fan of such things, but in the case of a Nurgle army where everything is a rotten mass it makes it a little easier to spot the character, so I left it alone. The Lord was not so lucky...
I removed the Lord's right arm at the shoulder (fortunately the previous owner had used superglue, which is much easier to deal with than a plastic glue join) and before replacing it, went to work on the rest of him. To the head, I added a horn from a Chaos Marine helmet and an odd eye-patch/ cybereye thing made with Green Stuff which had three small ball-bearings from my bottle of Liquid Gravity stuck into it in the traditional Nurgle pattern. I carved away much of the chest, replacing the front with part of the hanged skeleton trophy from the Zombies set (the complete part can be seen hanging from the waist of the left hand biker) before adding damaged armour around it with Green Stuff. I then added more rot to the rest of the model, including Green Stuff pustules- the ones on the shoulder pad again form the symbol of Nurgle. I also made a point of breaking all the protective runes on the model's gear. To the backpack, I added several more Zombie head trophies, of which more below. The iron halo is in fact an old Ork shoulder armour piece! The right arm is from a Chaos Marine, with the scythe hand from the Zombies. To make the scythe look more 40k, I added part of an old gun to the top and made a power-weapon by extending some thin metal rod (from a paper-clip) along the blade to a small nub of Green Stuff, as well as adding a power feed made from a small piece of electric cable.
I'm aware that the big horn on the Nurgle pad should make it impossible to move his arm downwards, but hey, Chaos.
The other two bikes were built with Chaos and Zombie components from the ground up, and then distressed. To attach Zombie heads to a Marine torso, I've found it helps to remove the 'neck' of a normal Marine helm and flip it upside-down, gluing the curved part to the underside of the head. Since I'm already mutilating Chaos Marine helms for the horns, I have plenty spare.
The right-hand biker had entrails from a Zombie torso added, which were bent to fit and then fixed with Green Stuff, whilst the one on the left had scraps of rotten flesh added oozing out of his helmet neck seal. Yummy! Both also had pustules, bullet holes and other damage added. On all three models, where I had a patch of smooth armour, I distressed it by running on a little liquid plastic glue, and then scratching at it with a steel spike, not a technique I'd recommend if you want to preserve detail but ideal for Nurgle.
Paint was based on the method documented for the Plagueriders and the infamous Grondar Pus-Gargler
, though I had to mix a little bronze and black to replace my dried up Tin Bitz (I now have a pot of the replacement, Warplock Bronze). I still have a fair amount of the old Green Wash left, but I'm going to need to work out a replacement eventually!
Skȏrn Greatheart was a Pack Leader in the ill-fated Wolf Brothers chapter, the first and only known Successor chapter to the Space Wolves. His Swiftclaw pack was bound by great oaths of loyalty and quickly gained a reputation for savage effectiveness in hit-and-run tactics, but were eventually brought low by an ambush during a campaign against the Night Lords legion. Skȏrn alone survived, badly wounded, and was subjected to the Blood Eagle by his vicious captors, before being staked to his bike and left to die.
For seven days and seven nights did Skȏrn suffer. On the first day, he resigned himself to his death, and tried to sing the saga of his life, though with his lungs ripped from his chest only blood-flecked whispers would come.
On the second day, he called out to Russ for a quick end, but there came no answer.
On the third day, he began to hear the voices of his pack-mates demanding vengeance, though their severed heads lay in the dirt around him.
On the fourth day, he called out to the Emperor for deliverance, but there came no answer.
On the fifth day, he called out to Russ once more, this time demanding that the Great Wolf avenge him. Once more came no answer.
On the sixth day, as flies clouded out the sun, he resolved to count the remaining seconds of his life, and thought he heard the insects count with him.
On the seventh day, as the count reached 77777, he felt a final burst of strength fill him, and roared out a terrible oath that should any being, any Power, grant him his vengeance, then he would serve them until the last beat of his hearts. And there came an answer.
Filled with the gruesome vigour of Nurgle, the reborn Skȏrn Gallblight, Greatheart no longer, now hunts those who wronged him. When he fell in with the Nurgle warband known as the Dereliction of Duty is unknown, but the day was a grim one for all who live, for his vengeance is blind and his pestilent rage boundless. Always at his back are the members of his pack, who whisper and chatter encouragement even as their heads rot eternally....
Photography by me, all original miniatures (c) Games Workshop. Sorry if I spoiled your lunch!