The Arrival of the Archdaemon

For my birthday this year I was bought the archdaemon of Nurgle. I green-stuffed a couple of extra horns onto him, as both me and my pal Jack picked ours up at the same time.

He was a joy to paint and now all I need to do is base him before my birthday event on the 17th of the month. The fluff for him is below. 

The Arrival of an Archdaemon

"To me, to my house, you shall all come after your deaths,” spoke the gutteral phlegm-filled whisper on the wind.

Having seized the Charadon Sector with the help of the Deathguard and the greenskins, the Aureus held their territory. Enough sacrifice had been made in the name of Nurgle to win the favour of the Plague Lord.

The forgotten chapter had lost many great warriors on all fronts. Ancients that had served them for thousands of years. But now with the support of the immortal, ancient and twisted beings, hopefully the Jackals would be able to advance even further. Over the coming months the opposition had been intense and the astartes had suffered even greater internal division. Jostien and Asger had started to aid the cause of the greater good against Tyranid invasion, while the renegade forces, under the lead of Fenerus, struck at any force within reach, proving their might and prowess.

Too many Lords sought to prove themselves by going off on their own, dividing the chapter further. Honour dictated that not one would turn their blade on the other, although the old scripture also encouraged warriors to prove themselves through actions not words.

Some fought to restore the good name of their Chapter among the people, while the damned fought for vengeance and the annihilation of the Imperium of man. Each warrior had a following of both sworn brothers and allies new.

Now the Wolf Mother’s plans were coming to fruition. Rognvaldr Pa Veg and Med Leen had guided the Aureus in finding allies and bringing worlds to decay. In doing so, the bargain had been completed and in two months Donn Hel would be released from his eternal prison. Unlike the rest of his kin, Donn was selfish and nihilistic in his approach. Many ancient societies had names for him Donn, The Eater of Men, The Fly-Blown Reaper, Hel and many more. He was a god of death in the eyes of many past. He fed on their souls and revelled in their worship, spouting hate, spreading decay and ending the lives of millions wherever he went.

Twisted by Tzeench a millennia ago, Donn Hel is far from what a Great Unclean One represents but also possesses a much darker lust and power. After having slain and digested hundreds of his own kin within the warp, Nurgle banished him to his eternal prison. Here he has waited and plotted for fifty-thousand years, longing to taste the flesh of his own kind once again. Another rejected daemon fit for the service of the Wolf Mother, a believer of nothing who only wants to see the universe crumble into darkness.

The Guardian of Donn Hel

My good friend Jack often acquires job lots of 40k armies. In one of his old batches he received an old sad deredeo. This poor soul had been put together in a rush and sprayed badly. Being the decent gent he is rather than bin it or try to sell it on the cheap, he gave it to me.  It was given to me on the condition that I "Chaosed it up" and made something unique out of it. 

As I already had one deredeo I wanted this one to be equipped with something different. On our trip to Warhammer World both Jamie and Jack encouraged me to buy him some new weapons. After much debate I settled on the plasma weaponry.

The next day i took to building him. First I constructed the basic deredeo then attached the guns and stuck on a skull. 

Soon after I got carried away with the green stuff and had sculpted something quite unique.


Demens was pretty terrifying but Kai is really something else.

The Guardian of Donn Hel

Long fused into his armour, Kai no longer knew where his body ended and the machine began, the daemon had blended with his flesh and fused him into the machine. He cared not for his old form, he knew his father loved him, he knew his father cared about him and would always protect him against harm, a truth he had never felt as an astartes under the command of the Imperium.  The beast had stood and waited, guarding the prison of his master. The Imperium had forsaken him as the Dark Gods had forsaken his Master. Sometimes he wept from his beady black eyes deep within his huge seemingly barren eye sockets, but most of the time he laughed, laughed in the knowledge of knowing his master was soon to wake.

In return for his service, the Canis Aureus had promised to release his master and break the shackles that held him deep within his tomb. He knew that this would be no easy task and swiftly pledged his allegiance to their cause. In time he would make his master's father pay. The Plague God would have no power over this system once his forces met Kai on the fields of battle. Warming up his ectoplasmic generators he made his way to the surface, singing in the tongues of his master.

Clash for the Spirit Stones

The second game of the campaign week was against David's Eldar. The game consisted of two brutal turns of ranged combat and assault, systematically wiping out all three of his main squads. The combination of the noise marines and the plaguebearers close assault made it a swift and harsh defeat. Below is a piece of fiction representing what happened in the second game of the campaign.

Clash for the Spirit Stones

"Ramps ready to drop on your mark,"

"As soon as we are clear we need to join the Acolytes of the Wolf on Ground," Salazar said. He looked back at the writhing, fetid plaguebearers in the back of the hold, soiling his ships surface with layers of rot and filth. 

"I will see you once the battle is done," Quadir, Leader of the Endless Cacophony spoke, his crackling, wavering tones emitting from his vox amplifier.

"With claw and blade," Fell, added. "Her hunt has begun."

As they focused on the task at hand, the agents of the Endless Cacophony  began their hymns. Fell checked over his armour while the five marines opposite sang their death ballad in chorus, making sure his suit was sealed before striking the disembarkation rune with his fist.  It flashed from red to green, there was a thump of mag-locks and a hiss of decompressed air. Releasing the catch on the plaguebearers' containment cell, Salazar charged down the ramp as it fell forward. 

Stanford had been waiting for them. His eyes now adjusted to the truth, flaring with fire and ancient forbidden knowledge.  The xenos were just over the ridge, their spirit stones waiting to be claimed for the wolf mother. Failing to avoid the stream of projectiles that kicked up the stone of the crater around them, Standford and his unit were torn to shreds. Razor-sharp discs cut through bone and flesh with ease. Pulling a cocktail stimulants from backpack, the blood-soaked militia leader punched them into his chest, as he watched his leg roll slowly down the crater's edge.

Slinger's projectiles tore through the advancing plaguebearers like overripe fruit. Milky, yellowed pus burst forth as the shambling, slime-slick daemons marched onward towards their prey. Before the xenos warriors could pull back the plague carriers were on them, tearing through armour and gnawing at the flesh beneath.

Quadir had witnessed similar sights many times, but this was the first time he had fought with the forces of the Plague Lord on his side. With a mixture of disgust and pleasure, he watched the carnage unfold. Despite his senses being dulled to normal combat, the exchange still thrilled him. Most of the Jackals revelled in the sensation of axe and fist splitting flesh and breaking bone, but the agent required far greater chaos in battle.  Their hymn over, the Lord of the Endless Cacophony, turned up his amplifier and released the Howls of the Mother from their psycho-sonic weaponry. Impacting into two of the three squads of guardians. Eldar burst and split as flesh and armour was stripped from bone. Those that survived the blast clawed at their minds as the horrors of the warp filled their vision, before being torn down by bolter rounds from Fell's advancing squad. 

Not only had they secured the corpses they were after, but Quadir had found the drop of xenos supplies and weaponry. Releasing two more waves of sound into the retreating eldar forces, the Cacophony twitched in pleasure while flesh was flayed and their weapons exploded in arcs of flame.  

Salazar was greatly pleased with his warriors. Collecting the spirit stones off of the dead he wondered of the Wolf Mother's intentions. The thought came as quickly as it went. Any moment spent too long dwelling on the Huntress, gave him thick nosebleeds and nausea. He was a soldier not a thinker after all.  Signalling for his crew to finish up, the Champion made his way back to the drop ship.