Instagram story viewer> @craftworldamontar> Posts

144

followers

347

following

I am a warhammer and dnd nerd starting my first account to post my custom craftworld's journey and painted minis.

POSTS STORIES REELS TAGGED

Done ths one a while back reworked some parts of it. I need to do the under part but the fire prism paint scheme im quite happy with, might try now that I'm more confident with capillary painting the light striped again.
#warhammer40k #eldar #warhammercommunity #minipaintings #aeldari by @craftworldamontar

a month ago

Download

$Val'erian whispered, his voice echoing with the layered, chilling resonance of the dead. "The synapse ship in the third sub-sector guides the swarm toward the Maiden World. It must be excised." "Our Wraith-warriors are few, Far-Seer," spoke the Spiritseer at his flank, her armour chipped and stained with dried Tyranid gore. "We cannot survive a direct boarding action against a Hive Ship of that magnitude." Val'erian smiled faintly, a slender hand sweeping across the holo-display. His custom-designed runes—forged specifically to trace and lock onto the Hive Mind's frequencies—flared to life, pinpointing the exact nervous system centre’s of the bio-vessels. "We will not bleed alone," Val'erian replied calmly. "The blunt instrument of the mon-keigh is already tracking the sector. We need only point it." With a flick of his wrist, a jagged strike-cruiser icon appeared on the map, burning a stubborn, dark green. It belonged to the Dark Angels. "I will send the signal through the fractured frequencies of Nihilus," Val'erian remarked. "Leaked data, wrapped in their own archaic ciphers. Let the sons of the Lion believe that one of their 'Fallen' is hiding before them, let them board that very synapse ship." Millions of miles away, in the pitch-black void of Imperium Nihilus, the strike cruiser Wrath of Caliban vibrated violently. Aboard it the librarian Meraphiel bleed-images, burning a set of coordinates directly into his mind. On the bridge, a Dark Angels Master informed of cryptic data, his face tightening into a mask of absolute, unyielding fury. The cipher was unmistakable. A traitor from the ancient past was nearby. "Chapter Master," the librarian announced, his voice tense. "The coordinates trace to the centre of a massive Tyranid blockade. The system is crawling with Hive Ships." He did not care about the bugs. He did not care about the suicidal odds. The secret of the Unforgiven must be kept at all costs. "Prepare the drop pods! Right into the jaws of the beast," Val'erian murmured, adjusting his helm as he prepared to lead his kin "Let the mon-keigh break the outer shell and die for their ghosts. We will strike the heart!" #warhammer40k by @craftworldamontar$

2 months ago

2 months ago

2 months ago

2 months ago

2 months ago

2 months ago

eaglelord

@craftworldamontar