Just you let you guys know there still time to join in The Island of Blood themed painting challange! I have a link to the original post if your interested in joining in.
Until next time,
Just you let you guys know there still time to join in The Island of Blood themed painting challange! I have a link to the original post if your interested in joining in.
Until next time,
Celebrating 10 years of the release of the Island of Blood and Skaven 7th ed
This year marks a very important anniversary for many like myself who have been in the hobby for a decade or more. As Warhammer 8th edition was released back in 2010 a boxed game came out a month later, one of the best and sadly the last Warhammer Fantasy starting boxset. The Island of Blood.
The set pitted the stoic and noble High Elves against the malformed backstabbers of the Skaven. Introducing new plastic kits of existing units and brand new units, the set was designed as a starting point for both factions aimed at newcomers and current veteran collectors. The Island of Blood sees Prince Althraon stop Skreet Verminkin seizing the Phoenix Stone from the Island of Blood, a warped place of chaotic taint that Is guarded by Crimson guards who ward off trespassers daring to set foot on the island and it’s secrets.
I and many others who got the set (my friend shared two sets with me as he collected High Elves) were absorbed by the sculpted details that went into the kits. The Skaven having pretty much a good chunk of units as a starting point to play. Around this time I started collecting Skaven as my second Warhammer army, so the set was in many ways a blessing by the Horned Rat!
Today I wanted to try something that I haven’t attempted since my last FMP artwork at college, researching on a massive scale. I want to cover the timeline of Skaven 7th ed to End Times as much as possible, using resources from White Dwarf’, supplements and the army book. In fact my research has been sourced from old White Dwarfs, the army book and supplement books.
The post will be covering the following subjects:
This will be quite a chunky blog post for sure so each of the subjects will have its own section for ease of reading. Sadly however I wont be able to cover the High Elves as I don’t have much information from 7th ed to Endtimes. It’s a shame, but I will in future post some sort of blog post covering the faction.
I want this post to celebrate the Island of Bloods 10th anniversary, the craft of writing, lore, art, sculpting and painting of the Skaven and to thank all those during the time of Warhammer Fantasy for their hard work.
This year I’ve managed to get a hefty amount of backlog and neglected miniatures glued and painted. Being in isolation has forced me to be creative with what I have to work on the things I tend to put aside. If I keep up this approach I’ll have only one storage box left of neglected miniatures! But knowing myself I’ll probably only have two storage boxes left.
Most of my Skaven miniatures are all painted with barely a few spare parts left. Sometimes I can be creative with my projects if I have an idea. For example I’ve recently made five Gargoyle rats using a neglected Tyranid kit and Clanrat heads. A fine Clan Moulder creation!
Speaking of new camera, I’ve recently gone for an upgrade after four years of using my other one. I’m still learning the basics with this new one, but I think it’s already done better job at capturing my miniatures.
Book reading challange
The first few months of the challenge was going really well. I had a few books read and managed to read a few army books in full. However due to the pandemic I’ve become very slow at getting more reading books completed.
Recently I finished reading Konrad as my tenth completed book. I’ve got six months left to read ten+ books before the 2020 challange ends. Therefore I’ll need to put more time into reading books just so I can catch up.
Since my last post on hobby projects some of the projects were finished off or put aside. Below is a list of what I’m currently working on. Bear in mind though that I’m prone to changing things due to my nature of being creative.
Warhammer Fantasy Battles-
Changing things around
Recently I’ve set up my own Instagram account as a way of broadening my reach for my table top miniature and artwork. It took me a bit of time to get the hang of things learning something new.
Rather than posting my latest works on here, I’ll be posting them on Instagram. That’s not to say there won’t be anymore content on here, instead my blog will be changing focus from WIP miniature painting to collection showcase and research into Warhammer subjects.
If you want to see my latest works or catch up on older miniatures I’ve painted in the past, you can check out my Instagram at BjornStormcast.
That’s all for today.
Currently I’m running a painting challange here on the blog, celebrating The Island of Bloods 10th anniversary. You can find out more info here: https://callumart.wordpress.com/2020/06/27/skaven-and-high-elves-painting-challenge/
Until next time,
Lately I’ve been feeling distant from doing my 40k projects. Three reasons why this is the case is due to 1) being busy focusing my time with my AoS projects finishing two factions and working on other army projects. 2) I’ve finishd most of my 40k projects apart from the Primaris projects, I’ve been waiting for awhile to see close combat and fast attack units. 3) Giving myself a break from 40k and see how the Psychic Awakining series went lore wise.
In my storage space I saw my War Dogs of House Devine collecting dust. I soon realised that I could commit to my House Devine project!
First things first was dusting my War Dogs and see if there was anything I could improve on. I found that my original painting was good but just missing a few more highlights and details. The gold was more like bronze, wires needed more shading, faces needed more detail and vents looked too clean.
With my observation work done I went ahead and painted areas that I wanted to change. Bearing in mind that I needed to keep my miniatures close to the look of House Devine as described in HH: Vengeful Spirit. Going back to add a few more finishing touches was a great way of assessing what I could do to improve my work. Maybe a miniature I painted last year may have looked good back then, but taking a second observation and improving the flaws can improve your miniatures presentation.
This was what the War Dogs used to look like.
After some alteration painting work.
That’s my first unit completed (again) for the House Devine project. Once I’ve done with the project I’ll then start giving these two War Dogs their own backstory.
Last week I got my copy of the Chsos Knights codex. Whilst House Devine has only a mere mention in the book :(, it does however have some really fascinating lore on the other Houses.
I especially enjoyed reading House Khymere for their I’ll fated betrayal by those they once fought side by side with. I also liked the Dreadblade The Gilded King.
Where to next? Well it may surprise you that I’m actually not getting a titanic knight just yet. I’m thinking of getting the Moriax War Dog kit from Forge World. Since you can technically nominate a model from the faction as a Warlord. The Moriax with some additional bitz to make it look more Chaos tainted and nominating it as a Warlord will be the next step. So my force organisation will be two separate War Dog (1x each) units and one Moriax War Dog.
There will be a Chaos Knight (Rampager maybe?) that will take over the title as the Warlord of the army. However, that will take some time for awhile.
To fill in the gaps I have a small congregation of Slanneshi worshipers, cultists. These will be the common peasants that follow their giant masters to war. This gap filler can be filled with all sorts of weird stuff.
This project was once a mix of Chaos units based around the worshippers of Slannesh. Units included Primaris sized heretic marines, knights, Cultists and a rogue commissar. However this project was scrapped when I felt that the project didn’t work out for me. The Primaris models were redone as my Astral Bears chapter, so the Slanneshi marines were no more.
The new direction is to not be limited by force organisation, but I want to have a planned gap filler of units by including a few of my neglected miniatures. Like how IRO and Wudugast do their smaller projects, I’d like to go small on the peasants and honoured folk of cult. I’ll share my plans very soon.
Leading this group will be the Idolators, those who were once the Scarsitans that repaid the Knights. Now corrupted by Chaos, these artisans are a vital part for the Chaos Knights World, for they ensure the corrupted engines of war can be maintained and improved.
Its early days to say who my Idolators will be but I’d imagine it might be a Tech priest or a Tech Marine.
That’s all for today. Until next time,
That’s right, I’m now on Instagram! If you want to see more miniature photography you can follow me on my Instagram BjornStormcast.
It’s very early days but I’m sure it’ll grow just like the blog has.
Until next time,
I thought it would be a good idea to set up a painting challenge to celebrating the 10th anniversary of The Island of Blood release. That way everyone has a chance in getting involved with the celebration. Whilst its months away yet to celebrate, there plenty of time to build up, read and discuss one of the last Warhammer Fantasy Battles starter set edition (8th ed).
The challenge is to paint any High Elves or Skaven miniatures before the deadline. You can kitbash, make a diorama or go crazy on the theme of the Island of Blood for either Skaven or High Elves. Anything from a single miniature to a diorama display of your imagination.
However, not everyone owns Skaven or High Elves miniatures on hand to work on, nor even much of the High Elves kits still in production. But fear not, you can use AoS Aelves miniatures to represent the High Elves. Maybe the release of the Lumineth or the Idoneth could be painted in the style of the Aelves of the past?
Even if you don’t have any miniatures required for the project, you can still join in challenge with a unique opportunity to go creative. Maybe you want to recreate the guardians that oversee the Island as it’s mysterious protectors? Or maybe build a Skaven contraption like a mechanised Warp Grinder? A High Elves Mage on a really cool diorama? So long as it fits with the theme of the faction you can go anywhere with your project.
The starting date is July 6th and ends on September 1st. Rather than just a month long challenge I thought some extra time will help get the most out of your hard work, and gives everyone time to prepare their project.
Here are some of my past skaven miniature work I’ve done that might give you some inspiration. For High Elves, well, I only have Dark Elves so you’ll probably prefer looking at other places for inspiration (unless an ancient Elven/Aelven statue might help)
Once your done all you need to do is link this post to your blog post entry, and I’ll include your post in the round up end challenge post.
Over to you,
Weeks ago it was a sunny week so off in the car with the family to the countryside. Stopped by a nice roadside in the middle of nowhere to sit down and have a drink. I did some looking around a bountiful nature with trees blocking the sun, until I noticed something not quite right……
See this? Just a natural thing right? Look closer…….
See it? Yeah…….I thought it was just some rock graffiti that edgy people do to look cool. But as I went up the other way, things got even more weirder………
I’m lost for words on how to describe this strange place, it’s out in the middle of nowhere in a obscure place. There was a bonfire near one of the trees that’s long been burnt out with the only evidence being the smokey ashes.
I came back last week to take some more photos.
I think I’ve entered a secret cult site. Must be, why do the faces keep staring at me………
It’s done, my Skaven can now settle on a barely stable fortification with burrow tunnels. Great for Warplock Jezzails and Ratling Gun crew roost to shoot silly man-thing, Aelf-thing and Duardin-thing!
As the Lord-Arcanum climbed up the hill along with his trusted warriors surrounding him, he raised his hand to indicate the group to stop. With a silent demonstration he pointed the group towards an archway flanked by two Aelven statues that have aged for many centuries, like time erosion that kreeps into everything.
Would erosion ever affect a Stormcast Eternal? Are the reforged who can live out their eternal lives without constant reforming become broken, old and forgotten over time? The Lord-Arcanum would ponder this for many days if he had the time to spare. The noble must be found at all costs, alive preferably.
As he examined the distance, a Sequitor named leras approached the Lord-Arcanum. By the essence of her soul, she originated in the realm of Aqshy as her birth land. Fiery, determined, quick tempered and willing to battle against the over numbered foes. Second reforged. She’s still as one but the signs of change can be seen within, parts of her identity left missing by the process of rebirth.
She spoke in a heavy accent, sophisticated but hard like a instant statement in sharp clicks. “My Lord, why waste time observing? The path is set and we must go onwards, better to go in and face our foes rather than standing around planning”. Sometimes Leras can be infuriating to the Lord-Arcanum; despite her willingness to go in and fight. Battles are one thing, planning and executing a well placed plan is another.
“We could charge in and reach our destination point”. Said the Lord-Arcanum “But, you fail to observe the shadows that move in the veil of the fog. Observe, see that shadow over there near those trees. That’s one of the Ogors that attacked us yesterday, probably the tyrant knew we would come this way and wanted to trap us”.
Leras swallows her pride at her brash suggestion to go through without realising her error in judgment. “I’m sorry my Lord, I….”. She was cut off by her lords hollow, almost Crypt like chuckle at her apology. “No need to apologise, you suggested a plan rather than going against orders and charging in. You may have a fierce determination of Aqshy, but I can see wisdom beneath that fire that will be useful in times of need”.
Her lords honesty made her speechless as though he has taken her voice away temporarily. She finally spoke just barely “Thank you, Lord-Arcanum”.
The Lord-Arcanum spoke quietly like a wisp on the crypts of Shyshian deserts “Brothers, Sisters, let us plan our route through this nightmare…..”
Mission: protect and take [classified] to safe zone base delta
Current progress: ………..
‘Dashing’ Bruce and four other soldiers were suffering heavy losses as the ‘thing’ that ambushed them was lurking in the dark cover of the jungle, hunting them down one by one selectively. He couldn’t say for sure what it was or where it came from. All he knew was that he needed to get the fuck out of here and get to delta base immediately.
He was covered in mud and blood from the fighting from both the Jungle infiltrators of Seye mercenaries, and the newest arrival of unknown origin. Bruce looked like he was caked from a burial hole that he just crawled out from. ‘Shit, don’t think of stuff like that’ he thought to himself as he scrambled through the bushes in the deep dark jungle.
His daughter will be 17 in two weeks time, he promised her he’ll be back in time to see her soon once this was over. But he’s sure now that’ll never happen. She doesn’t even know that her father was enlisted back into the military, for all she was told he was off to a business venture.
As he scrambled he noticed a tug at his left shoe as he was slowly getting no more traction. He thought a Seye had shot him his leg at first until he realised there wasn’t any pain flaring up. As he tried to stand up his leg was getting dragged back! Clawing at the ground frantically like a freighted rabbit, Bruce prayed it wasn’t the ‘thing’ as he tried to escape. Then he noticed a puddle appearing between his fingers, and soon covered his entire lower body. ‘No…..no……
‘No, for god sake no…….don’t do this to me!’ Bruce’s last thoughts as he screamed when the flood pinned him to the ground. It was only then that she came through the underworld of the flood to kill Bruce………his own daughter came to kill him……….
With a thundering impact that shook the earth like an earthquake, Waz and Krakstrong charged at each other like charging rhinos. The battle of nature vs machine was reaching its climax as both forces vied each other to see who will win. Both equally strong, and either could be killed.
Krakstrong grunted with enormous effort to keep his position with his fists interlocked with Waz’s in a push of might. His muscles tightened by pressure. “Who were you talking to! Answer me weakling or I’ll tear your head off!!!” Said krakstrong as he focused all of his might into overpowering Waz.
Waz, an unemotional vessel of Frankenstein horror gritted his teeth as he pushed back against Krakstrongs reinforced push. He replied back “A friend of mine, a colleague who I met a few years ago, he has the key to help me achieve my goal” as he said this he began to crush Krakstrong’s hands which made the big ape roar in pain. Blood started to weep between Waz’s hand as he crushed flesh and bone. Where did this sudden strength come from? Was Krakstrong becoming slack from easy competition since the defeat of Jackson Creek? Was his pride so high that his nemesis, Gornicus, could see his weaknesses and is waiting for his time to strike back after years of silence?
The ape roared as he was powerless to stop his fate, Waz kept crushing his opponent until he literally ripped all four arms off the beast. Blood gushed out of the arm stumps like fountains of red wine, making krakstrong weep in pain as he dropped to his knees. “Now, Keith, will you listen to me?” Said Waz with no smirk or righteousness in his tone, this wasn’t a personal victory for him as he had other concerns on his mind.
“Nevvveeerrrr!!!!!!” Roared Krakstrong as he tried to stand up slowly with all his strength. The effort was hurting him as he moved his muscles. “My world will be turned to ashes if I let you live and enact your abominable act of slaughter. The greater nature told me this in my mind, that you will kill us all. I cannot let you win!”
“Those voices are false impressions made by the Dark Mind, it needed you to kill me so that I couldn’t achieve my goal of saving mankind. Even you, Keith should know that the voices are lies, other mutants know this to be true” Said Waz as retuned to normal size and went to claim his dark cloak. His hybrid form squelched and churned as flesh, metal and other substances reformed back into barely a humanoid form. If he felt intense pain from his metamorphosis, it didn’t show on his face as he swung his cloak back on.
“The voices aren’t theirs, it isn’t the Dark Mind. It is the voice of nature that despises the corruption of the Dark Mind and all it taints. Their temptations and promises are for the weak like Gornicus. What he hears and prostates himself to are words that echoes of the future, that whisper only the crackle of broken bones and long lost civilisation. The Dark Mind was never meant to be here on earth, and for this we pay the price by bloodshed and genocide by the billions until the world is flooded once again”.
Waz couldn’t be sure if Krakstrong was telling the truth for the brute had become more savage by the years without intellectual thought. Yet at this moment Krakstrong could talk more than he used to, intellect hidden by years of brutish dominance and simplistic ways. Was Keith still there? hidden behind the beasts alter ego acting as the voice of reason? Maybe so, for why didn’t he kill Luke and Glenn when he had the chance? Luke may have been right, Keith was still there after all .
“Keith listen to me, I’m not your enemy, I’m here to stop whatever the Dark Mind is planning. I have a friend who may have the solution to stopping this Final Apocalypse from happening. You must listen to me”.
Krakstrong laughed in a pathetic painful bursts “So I should trust you even though you’ve teared my arms off?”.
“They’ll regrow, your mutation will heal your wounds after today, I meant only to disarm you and bring you to your senses” Said Waz as he came up to Keith like a robed nomad from the deserts. “At least let me explain my story to convince you that I’m doing what’s right for the world?” Said Waz as he knelt in front of Keith a few paces between them. The big ape sighed and nodded with defeat sunk heavily in his chest as though his throne was toppled by a dominant foe. “Go on then, I’ll see if your being truthful or not once I’ve heard your story”.
“My contact was once a scientist who was part of a military operation that discovered the existence of the Dark Mind. Before the Apocalypse, he was once a soldier in the Australian army, along with several others who were gathered in secret to perform a special task. In 1968 they were given a top secret mission called operation Sun line. The task was to act as body guards to safely take a key informant to an allied military base. On their journey whilst they fended off hired hit men, they were hunted down one by one as a mysterious participant calculated its attacks.
“Later, as the team were nearly at their destination, the Dark Mind, or in official terms, Void Flood stalkers (VFS), killed the informant and tried to kill all of the squad team”.
“Somehow, a solider was able to kill a VFS when so much of the soldiers were slaughtered. Out of twenty highly trained operatives, only three made it out with their lives”.
Waz produces a mini-monitor size of a fist on his left arm and shows it to Krakstrong, the screen formed like shards piercing through skin as the screen formed like it was part of Waz’s skin. The screen glows green and shows a slide show of photos as Waz explained his story. “My contact was a man named Jackson who worked with a scientist code named ‘Dashing’ Bruce. Through the long weeks of bloodshed and tension of operation Sun line, they found an individual Dark Mind and in a attempt to find way to kill that which conventional means had no affect. As the squad was nearly wiped out their leader had accidentally found a way of temporarily weakening the foe”
“This opened a gap for the survivors to kill the thing. After the mission was over the team went its separate ways, some stayed on to research into who or what the Dark Mind is”.
“However, the knowledge of this technology was kept closely secret by the members who knew of the existence of the Dark Mind. Most of the members were killed off years later by ‘accidental’ cases”.
He showed Krakstrong a photo of the team in a group photo involved in operation Sun line, many of the faces were marked to hide the identities of the individuals. But not all were hidden, some were declassified by the military. Reasons for this were never explained. Waz points to a man in the still photo on his screen.
A fairly young man with long hair with big glasses and a short beard, he was in his late thirties by the looks of him. “This is Jackson, he was a scientist and ex military soldier, he was one of the three who survived operation Sun line” Waz said.
Krakstrong looked like he seen a ghost as he’s eyes stared at the picture of the man. He knew him before from his dreams when he was once a child growing up, a repressed memory he had during that terrible night when he was lost. Playing hide and seek with his friends decades ago, he found a hiding spot but accidentally fallen down a deep woodland slope.
It was there that night he met Sammy, the monster that tried to kill him. The man named Jackson was there that night too, as well as a crazy man in a gas mask who both tried to take down Sammy. But wasn’t that just a figment of Keith, Krakstrong’s childhood imagination? Surely it didn’t really happen?
But it did, this photo proved that Jackson was real and Sammy wasn’t a bed time nightmare from his childhood. His heart thudded widely as sweat was dripping down his forehead by his sudden fear of what that picture had unearthed in his mind. “No, it can’t be. It was a dream…….just a dream. No……” whispered krakstrong as his reality turned upside down.
“You knew him?” Said Waz with no emotional care backing his words. How could Krakstrong know about Jackson? Strange. “Tell me what you know Keith”.
Krakstrong told Waz all he knew. Waz made sure Luke and Glenn were okay after the ordeal of that fight that erupted hours ago, Glenn was unconscious but recovering from his injuries. Luke however was ill looking as his breathing was worsened by his fatal hit, but he would recover eventually. Better keep an eye on Luke thought Waz.
After Krakstrong told his story, Waz processed what he heard and came to a realisation. “Judging by what you’ve told me, I can explain what happened based on your story and my investigation into the Dark Mind. You see Sammy, your imaginary friend wasn’t real, he was the persona that the VFS took on. It sensed an emotional connection that you had to Sammy, the friend you needed when you were alone that night. They take on forms that we perceive them to be based on how we feel, or an aspect of their personality that we see them as. For Luke, he saw James, I’m not sure why Luke had a connection with him, but it seems to be his deepest emotional connection”.
“That night when you met Jackson, that was the night he and that scientist were meant to have been assassinated. Sammy was there to take down the two, but thanks to you, they were able to defeat the entity. Although I’d imagine they would’ve had to burn down the off grid base in case it attracted the wrong sort of attention”. Said waz as he sat down near Keith who was under the petrol stations roof, as the sky was dark and getting cold.
“So your saying I helped Jackson survive to carry on finding a way to kill the dark energy?” Said krakstrong, his arms were regrowing over time looking like thin limbs being grown, they made his body proportions look odd like T-Rex with a big body and small arms. He continued “So what is this solution that Jackson created? Where is he now and why didn’t he kill the Dark Mind before the apocalypse?”
“He and a group of researchers were funded by the military to produce a way of taking on the Dark Mind. Bullets and explosives were useless when dealing with beings that can defy logic, once your in the flood nothing can stop them. A Shotgun could knock it out, but only for a few seconds before it regains it’s composure.
The scientists worked out a way of dealing with the Dark Mind. However we won’t know what that is until we meet Jackson”. Waz carried on “As for what happened to Jackson, he worked for the military for a time until the apocalypse came. He was out of the city to see a colleague when the apocalypse consumed Australia. Luckily for him he was out of the exposure zone, and he and the colleague made it to a secret bunker somwhere in the outback. There they lived on a few rationed supplies and equipment they had on hand. They tried to go back to the lab near Melbourne to recover data and the weapon. But then as he got to the lab he was betrayed…..
“By who?” Said krakstrong as he listened closely to Waz. He still hated Waz as the thing he was and would surely take him on again another time. But he would work with Waz in truce to stop the Dark Mind, even if Waz may be a unwilling agent of theirs.
Waz showed Krakstrong a picture of the person in question. It was a skinny old man who looked skeletal in appearance, aged on the wrong side of 70, war had scarred his skin and his obsession with scientific research. Waz spoke slowly as he revealed who the betrayer was “The betrayer was one of the three survivors of operation Sun line, he was once nicknamed ‘Dashing’ for his good looks and egotistical demeanour. However that changed when he was caught in the flood, and only made it alive thanks to the Colonel. But ‘Dashing’ suffered severe mental health issue due to his mind being trapped by the VFS as the Colonel killed the thing”.
“Dashing then became a scientist and went the opposite direction of being ‘Dashing’, he became a hermit who dissected the dead for his research. His past time became his work time, his tastes were unusual and disturbing as he gradually became thin and twisted. All of his obsession caused by his traumatic experience during that fateful day”.
Krakstrong grunted “I don’t care for this backstory of the traitor, who is he!”
Waz spoke more serious and deeper than usual as though the name would usher some kind of bad omen “That traitor was known as Bruce, the Butcher…………”
As his daughter walked towards him, Bruce was entranced by the floods influence. He heard voices in his mind like distant echoes from all around but nowhere at the same time. Cries of pain, pleas for help, condemnation of anger and despite filled his mind like a megaton migraine. He saw things from the dark as flickers of billions of lights marched on in the cold vacuum of space. All passing Earth towards the great unknown, one such spec of light went off course and dropped into earths atmosphere.
Another image came to mind, indescribable creatures of nightmares teared into his flesh. Eternally repeating the process until Bruce couldn’t feel the pain anymore. His daughter appeared, holding what appears to be a beating heart that looked like a hybrid creation. Part flesh, part metal, part nature, part hollow.
Then, she slammed her empty hand into his chest, his screams contorted into thousands of echoes as his daughter plucked his gore red soaked heart out, and replaced it with the hybrid organ. Voices boomed all around him in many languages and tones, like cracked bones and voices of long lost civilisations.
“Welcome Bruce. Your vessel shall be our property. Your identity will be ours to control and change. Your life is now in service to great work. Let the flood flow, into your mind, into your veins and into your soul. The Final Apocalypse is your only ambition, your only passion and your final duty to fulfil. The dead shall guide you………” the voices stopped as all went to darkness. Finally after time uncounted I’m the darkness Bruce awoke to see a face, at first it was blurry and sounded muffled. He soon realised who it was.
“Bruce it’s me, Bruce listen to me, Bruce! For god sake listen Bruce can you hear me! Don’t die on me now. Think of your daughter, Bruce!”
Bruce spoke softly back to the Colonel “Butch…..”. The colonel smiled and wiped the blood off his face as he griped Bruce tightly in his bloody grasp. “Thank god your alive, I thought it had you there! Jackson and I are all that’s left of the team. We managed to kill the thing, we managed to kill it……” his mind drifted off as he remembered the lives lost to the monster that took his men. Fellow soldiers, friends too. He treated them like brothers who he looked after as his own. All dead now, a family lost by senseless violence.
Bruce spoke again more clearly this time as he finally spoke from his readjustment. “Butcher” he said as his mind saw the countless dead piling up in vast cathedral spires. He imagined himself being there walking among the dead in a butchers apron covered in blood, his face now a permanent gas mask contorted into a ghastly monster and his hands welded to two big blades of heavy iron. He saw the dead call out to him as the sky burned and the fires heralding the end of the world flare. But none of the dead were affected, cold and still as a forgotten Crypt from centuries past. He mumbled to himself as he saw so many dead that needed his attention. So many dead……….
End of part 5 and season 1