Odium - Mutant 01/01/2018

[thebiomenace]

Thanks Exiledadmiral & commissarmoody,

First half of a Goliath Gang.

[Ultravanillasmurf]

Very bold colours, very in your face. Just right for Goliaths.

[thebiomenace]

Thanks Ultravanillasmurf.

Other half of Goliath Gang

[thebiomenace]

Also painted the House Escher gang.

[commissarmoody]

The new munda figs look great.

[beefcake]

I like the bright hair colours on the Eschers. Also really like the Goliath PJ's too. The minis are excellent sculpts. Much better than the originals.

[thebiomenace]

Thanks Beefcake  & Commisarmoody.

Inspiration:

His faith was unshakable, he was known throughout the Wastes for his strength and his cunning. As a raider he had made great fortunes, proving his devotion by bringing both coin and loot to the temple. During the wars he built a reputation as both brave and cruel, his righteousness plain for all to see. His three wives had borne many sons, a clear sign of His favour.   

This is why the Priesthood had selected Elijah for the task. From his camp on the peaks above the clouds of ash and pollution he could see his destination. The Hive rose from the earth stretching impossibly high into the clouds - taller than any mountain. In the underhive he was to meet with the scavvies, those depraved creatures who lived beyond civilisation.     

It would be an arduous journey. Near a thousand miles of ash wastes. Through the territory of the hated Asher & Naphtali clans. Thieves, bandits, cannibals & madmen all.
He would have to cross the parched expanse of the Dust Seas using routes known to few among the wastelanders. He must enter the great city, Odium a place where his mutated body would mark him as an outsider. Once in the city he must find his cousins who lived as outcasts on the fringes of that godless place. Mutants could not enter the hive through Dorn’s Gate, Elijah must take the oldest and most dangerous paths which burrowed deep into the earth beneath Odium and into the base of the hive. His cousins knew the way.     

Elijah flexed his metal arm. The priesthood had replaced his twisted, stunted mockery of a limb with this perfect instrument made in His image. Elijah marveled at His work, it’s beauty, it’s strength. He would complete his task or die in the attempt, he would bring glory to his family, his clan, his god.

Elijah - Belshazzar

[beefcake]

That is very cool. I must listen to that link while painting some time.

[Ultravanillasmurf]

Nice model.

It does look like he has eyes on his loin cloth, which is deeply disturbing.