So I’m seeing the light at the end of purulent tunnel, as it were, poxwalker-wise with this latest offering. I had plans to go with a similar orange type flesh that I was so pleased with on the last one, but as seems to so often be the case with my diseased quasi-zombies when I do have a plan it seldom comes off as planned.
I had a little extra green stuff on hand (I’m guessing) the year or two ago when I glopped a candle onto its horn. For once I wasn’t trying to hide a broken off tip, which seems to have become pretty common for me over the last few years.* Perhaps I need to ease off a point or two on the Slaanesh-based energy drinks that cause my hands to shake and roil (temporarily) with sneering finger tentacles?
The candle itself was easy enough to paint. White primer, sepia wash, off-white layer and then a bit of brighter white toward the top near the flame. For the flame, I used the recipe from White Dwarf #57 (February 2015) entitled “Khorne’s Wrath.” Overall I’m pleased but I do think I’ll be more careful with the Nuln Oil next time. I’m happy with how the flame looks from the back but less so from the front. I made several unsuccessful attempts to make myself happier with the front of the flame before finally giving up before I made things worse since I didn’t want to have to go over the flame with Ceramite White and do it over again.
Using a recipe from a publication dedicated to Khorne is probably where I went wrong, and I should have been on my guard when I went for orange flesh and ended up with red.** Well, I had put some green stuff on my poxwalker’s shoulder with the idea of it looking like wax that had dripped down from its horn candle. Seemed like a good idea at the time but I wasn’t satisfied with how I executed it. So I thought of trying something a little different and busted out my jar of Golden’s fiber paste.
I started out with the idea of creating some textured flesh or perhaps a slightly sticky or spiky area like the yellow mold on my poxbringer. Imagine my surprise when I slapped on some of this paste, drew it out a bit with my sculpting tool and ended up with what you see below!
I let my creation dry overnight, closed my eyes and wondered on the festering mysteries of the Grandfather’s Garden. The next day, when I was brushing some primer on this new doodad, a voice screeched in my mind. It resonated somewhere between a broken concertina and claws rasping over a blackboard. How charming.
“‘Nurgle? Nurgle! Vile mortal, you have decapitated a bud from the sanguine Hothouse of Khorne! You are without a doubt both stupid, ugly, and a stinking fleshbag whose crumbling, rotted skull is not fit for Khorne’s cesspit much less His Throne!”
“Isn’t that three things, young demon?”
“Get not thine nether regions in a complete twist young firebrand, for as the Burning Books sayeth, ‘He cares not from whence the sap flows so long that it flows!'” I countered. It all went downhill from there as it so often does when treating with the Ruinous Powers. C’est la vie.
Anyway, some sharp-eyed reader might be wondering how in Tzeentch’s name we went from poxwalker #18 to poxwalker #20. Well, I did get #19 done, but I’m not happy with the pictures I took so I’m going to take more over the weekend and will post them soon. It’ll be happy times indeed when I do for then and only then will I be able to close the books on my Dark Imperium poxwalkers, which I started so long ago now.***
* There was the broken tip that I turned into a tentacle spike on poxwalker #18. Then there was the plaguebearer with a banner, and of course who can forget Maggotmouth’s nameless friend (from early 2018) whose broken horn I ended up sharpening like a pencil?
*** June 2017.