Bog Sylvaneth - Drycha Hamadreth Conversion Painted

Once beautiful and pure, a shining light among the folk of her village she was. Folk came from miles around to see and visit her, to hear her speak such wonders their minds were lifted, and the misery of their lives were forgotten for a short while.

More Bog Dryad Conversions

Greetings fellow hobbyists. I have been beavering away on these 8 Dryad conversions alongside Drycha Hamadreth. I needed 8 to up my core troops to 30, although with the new summoning rules I will prob need to up this in the future.

Bog Sylvaneth - Drycha Hamadreth Conversion

Hey folks

I’ve struck while the iron was hot, the juices flowing, the bees buzzing…… you get the idea 😊

I'm Baaaack!!! + Bog Sylvaneth Kurnoth Hunter Conversions

I've not been dead, just buried.....

Bog Sylvaneth Tree Revenant Conversions - Built & Painted

As Squaduary draws to a close I thought it only appropriate to show off my final project for it, a bunch of Tree Revenant conversions, built and painted.

Kurnoth Hunter Conversions Painted - Squadary Vow #2 Complete

Kurnoth Hunter Conversions

Yep my Kurnoth Hunter converions are complete too!"

"I've not felt this feeling in centuries. Not quite the taste of fear but bordering close to it and heavy paranoia of the world setting a blade against my throat. 

I'm upon a knife-edge between hunter and prey with the slightest misstep ready to plunge me into an unending darkness.

Spite Revenant Conversions Painted ~ Squadary vow #1 complete

'Darkness blacker than night obscures their forms. They are mere shadows that creep round the edge of your sanity. Whispers plague your waking hours, and your own screams wake you from your nightmares. The very trees seem to grow black and whisper of your death as you pass. The rustle of their leaves sounding your doom, never fading, never ending . You only see your stalkers at the very last, beings lunging from the darkness, clutching and clawing at your soul. Time stops, days pass as the feed. You are awake for it all.'

Bog Sylvaneth - Spite Revenants Conversions

Spite Revenant Conversions

What ho folks! It has been a bit light on the old hobby front recently on here, but the last month or so since I posted up my Kurnoth Hunters have been consumed in a whirlwind of converting and painting but I was too pressed for time to show them.

Bog Sylvaneth - Kurnoth Hunters Conversions

Captain's log: Day 5,

"Our journey to the merchant city of Jademeadow goes smoothly. Our sky-ship has had minimal damage done to it by the native wildlife and our supplies and goods from the last Barak are still secured.
A stop at a nearby village has been charted to repair the damages and let our hired mercenaries retire as their services and contract have come to an end."

Bog Dryads - More Shamblings - & a Branchbitch

The air had gone cold and yet I couldn't stop sweating. Up here in the top of the small watchtower I peer into the endless forest below with mounting dread. My readied musket held with a deathgrip.

The three roads had gone deathly silent.

Bog Dryads - The shambling

Hey folks. A quick post from me. Not had much time to blog recently as life had ramped up of late again (in a good way), holidays, family life, assignments, job etc all take their toll on the ole hobby downtime, but I have been doing a little bit of hobby here and there in the evenings. I have a mish mash of a few projects on my desk, all nearing completion as I flutter about like a hobby butterfly. Fortunately I have managed to get something finished, and here they are.

Bog Durthu Painted!!

Not a sound was heard, silence reigned in the dark night. The warriors manning the walls shifted nervously, fear stirring in their souls. The encroaching wood creaked and shifted as it imperceptibly advanced, expanding where there was once fields and ponds, until the dark boughs of the first twisted trees were within a stones throw of the walls.

Bog Durthu Conversion Complete - Evil Sylvaneth

Life swarmed inside the slowly rotting bark on the fallen tree. Thousands of creatures busy in their habitual routine of destruction and re-birth. The mother had been conscious of their presence, as she was of all creatures who lived in her domain.

Bog Branchwych & Bodyguard Painted

"Upon arriving at the village the Azyrheim topographers asked the locals what their dealings with the Sylvaneth was like. They assured us that the people still around had only positive experiences with them.

However, they failed to explain to us what happened to the people who WEREN'T still around. Needless to say, we also had a negative experience. "

- Expedition report from last survivor. 
(Fluff written by BaronKlatz on Reddit. My thanks)

Bog Sylvaneth - The Tainted

"Something has occurred to my peasantry, the ones who ensured my food supply with their humble labor. Where the storehouse once stood amongst a freshly cut grove now only rubble and spilt red wine remained. Such a lovely shade of red, it made my mouth feel ashen for want of it's taste.

Bog Branchwych & Bodyguards- Evil Sylvaneth

Silence reigned. No birds, no rustle of leaves, no sound of life emerged from the dark forest. The villagers on the edge had slowly grown accustomed to the eery silence, foolishly going about their daily business, worshipping the puny gods of men. Today was different....

Bog Durthu WIP update - Tummy sculpting

Hey folks. Just a quick post today. Been working my way slowly about the lower torso on bog Durthu, concentrating mainly on the rolls of fat on his tummy.

Dark Sylvaneth - Bog Durthu WIP

Evenin all!

Thought I would post up the beginnings of a new conversion project for my Bog Sylvaneth project, now titled the Dirge (this will possibly change if I thin of anything more suitable). I plan to post up my progress as I go through the conversion on this model, which you will hopefully find interesting to see the process (fingers crossed this conversion idea works :D )

Dark Age of Sigmar - Evil Sylvaneth conversion project

She once was beautiful. The sun dappled leaves made shadows in her glade, where spring flowers grew, eternal in their beauty. Death had no power there, instead the cycle of life renewed again and again, safe within the bosom of her enveloping spirit.