Watchdogs

 They'll watch you, follow you just a few steps behind. They'll never bite or bark, but they'll always be there, silent, emotionless. Even if you hide from one there will always be another already watching you. They will watch your every move and report to their master.

Felt the need of something creepy and came out with this. It's still a wip, but I'm happy so far! Maybe I manage to convert all five wolves... 

Lexmechanic

A tiny guy.

A lexmechanic for the slowly growing AdMech warband. Lexmechanics are among the lowliest ranks among the Adeptus Mechanicus: they are basically bureucrats with computer speed and accuracy. They compile all data so that it can be stored and used as needed. 

This guy has been seconded to the explorator squad to function as a walking encyclopedia, both recording every step of the squad while they venture down the underhive and retrieving useful information about the hive city. Augmentations and years of grinding task left him as little more than a servitor, devoid of emotions and basically enslaved to the magos. If left alone he would mindlessly wander, shuffling around trying to catalogue everything.

I'm very proud of this little guy (seriously, that's a 25mm base)! Not only it turned out exactly like I imagined, but it has been a good exercise in painting clothes: all shadows (like under the shoulders, or where the legs are bent, the various crevices and folds) and lights on the red have been carefully painted by hand, and without washes either. 

 

More updates

 More bases done, this time for the tiny mutants. 

I finally decided how the area of the underhive they stalk should be. I imagine ruins millennia old, of what was part of the industrial belly of the underhive. Now the old complex is completely in ruin, an infinite labyrinth of debris, pipes and machines under an impossibly high dome. Tunnels and burrows have been dug by scavengers and mutants, deep canyons run between the buildings, pipes run in and out for miles like worms. Entering the Maze, as people call it, is like entering a cave: you'll never see a light over your head, only the darkness ahead. And here mutants and derelict live a life of scavenge, hunting whatever they can. Some intrepid - one could say crazy - explorers venture down there in search of lost tech and resources, but rarely return. For the most part, known entrances are either guarded or sealed shut. Some gangs though installed heavy vault-like doors to the entrances in their territory...

More about them: https://slightlyhereticalcreations.blogspot.com/2018/10/more-mutants.html 

Update on Uncle Istvan

 

An update of Uncle Istvan. https://slightlyhereticalcreations.blogspot.com/2018/09/uncle-istvan.html I gave him a nice base!