Plague & Pigment

02/03/2026

Just some work in progress shots of my skaven stormfiends I'm working on. Just have to put the finishing touches on them and they'll be ready to join my army!

01/30/2026

The Co**se Gatherer — a walking graveyard, stitched from the forgotten dead and driven by hunger older than memory. Born from mass graves and battlefield rot, the Co**se Gatherer roams in silence, adding the fallen to its grotesque form.

01/28/2026

01/28/2026

Its crazy seeing one of my painted miniatures in an AI generated scene

01/27/2026

Beneath the cities and battlefields, they scurry unseen.
The Skaven are ratmen born of filth, fear, and betrayal endlessly scheming, endlessly multiplying. They worship the Great Horned Rat, thrive on backstabbing and paranoia, and power their twisted war machines with unstable warpstone that glows sickly green.
If the world hasn’t fallen yet, it’s only because the Skaven are too busy stabbing each other in the back to finish the job.

01/25/2026

Plague Marines march to war encased in corroded plate and blessed by Nurgle’s gifts. Each step spreads disease, each bolt round carries infection, and wounds that would fell lesser soldiers are met with laughter and decay. Slow, relentless, and impossible to truly kill.

01/24/2026

Poxwalkers.. the grim disease ridden zombies of the Walking Pox, a virulent disease engineered by Nurgle, the Chaos God of Decay. They are not deamons, but the husks of imperial citizens or civilians. Their soul still trapped inside their decaying bodies, fully conscious and aware or their torment. They are driven mad from the pain and suffering, hence why they make cooperative and useful cannon fodder and "human" shields. They overwhelm with shear numbers, infecting everyone and everything in their path.