(Image courtesy of Games Workshop)
So, I’ve been meaning to write this review ever since the book came out. Sadly, work and other real life stuff has been incessantly getting in the way, and so this review is a bit late– by now, most of you have already read better, and more concise reviews on the new codex. Regardless, I’m here to give my two cents on the new book, what I like and dislike about it, what I thought the most significant changes are, and what I think it means for the army going forward.
The release of the new T’au Empire codex has heralded one significant change that T’au players are no doubt talking a lot about by now: sub-faction rules. Just as there are unique rules for Space Marine chapters, Tyranid Hive Fleets and even Adeptus Mechanicus Forge Worlds, there are now rules for T’au Septs– specifically for T’au Prime, Vior’la, Sa’cea, Dal’yth, Bork’an and (even though they’re not a sept) the Farsight Enclaves. For a lot of T’au players, this is great news…if you happen to play any of those septs that is.
With the new year looming ahead, I’ve found myself practically bursting with various hobby ideas and things I either want to get start or get into…and finding said ideas running up against things I’ve already started, or a limited budget. Here are some of the projects I’m considering getting into over the next year or so.
So a while back, I was feeling adventurous and placed an order through Raging Heroes, a French third-party miniature company that almost exclusively does female models that are compatible with most 40k armies. While their model line is kind of renowned (if not infamous) for their overly sexualized female models– I’ve seen one person on Facebook deride them as “Raging Hormones”– I have been able to find a few models in their catalogue that in my opinion are more badass than sexy. I went ahead and ordered two such models– Sister Ardanna, the Pillar of Faith, and Silkeeriss the Huntress.
And lo and behold, tonight they arrived:
So, yesterday morning I woke up and checked the interwebz to see what was going on in the miniature world. What I got was a big bucket of announcements on Games Workshop’s official news feed…starting with an announcement of their next three codexes after Thousand Sons.
Just I’d share a WIP unit from my 40k Sisters of Battle army– a humble (albeit crazed) unit of Arco-Flagellants.
For their bodies, I used Empire Flagellants. I was tempted at first to use Undead Ghouls as a basis instead, given that their hunched appearanance makes them look like they are in mid-run, and their crouch also would make it easier to insert tubes, wires etc into their backs to make them look horribly augmented. In the end, however, I went with the Flagellants, as they have a ragged, demented look to them that, while less frightening, certainly gives off the impression of religious mania. Although Arco-Flagellants, in fluff, are prisoners and heretics who have been forcibly converted into crazed battle-cyborgs, I kind of like the idea of them being zealots who have willingly undergone this procedure instead. To me, it makes them that much more horrifying.
The buzzsaws, etc, are Kromlech Mechanical CCW arms, though given the small number of said arms in a blister pack, I’ve also been making use of the flails and whips in the Flagellants box as well, in some instances attaching them to the Arcos by the wrist. For heads, wherever possible, I’ve been sticking to Flagellant with metal bands covering their eyes, again to simulate the effect of modification. Sadly, there are only a few “covered” heads in the sprue, and I want the rest of the squad to be similarly covered– after all, in the background, all Arco-Flagellants have been affixed with pacifier helms that keep them docile until their combat drugs are triggered.
I’ll be making more progress posts of these guys (as well as of other projects I’m working on) as I work on them.
(Image above by Yang Zheyy at https://www.artstation.com/zheyang)
“…from the perfidy of the alien, o Emperor, deliver me; from the wickedness of heresy, o Emperor, deliver me…”
By Confessor Mattias Elastor’s count, he had voiced the Benediction of St. Cyrus twenty-two times in the last hour alone, and the Hymnal of St. Thor at Gathalamor another fifty-three. He couldn’t remember when he had last slept, or for that matter, when he had last eaten anything—his fear had been overriding his hunger, and at some point it had turned into just a general, bone-hollow weariness. It was that, and the shrapnel that had lacerated his left leg, which had eventually forced him to stop moving and take shelter in the half-exposed second storey of this ruined Administratum office.