Warning: I copied this post from my dakkadakka forum blog, and amalgamated several posts into one blog post. Each post is in ascending chronological order going down the page.


A rhino for the 'breacher' squad of berzerkers.

Part 2 (part 1 can be found here: https://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/150/659202.page#9150523)

The void expanded to the height of the room, which was easily 30 metres. It was roughly circular, but the shape changed with every passing second. The void was jet black, save for swirls of blue light that twisted and turned across the surface.

“Bring the machine!” bellowed the Warpsmith. Attendant cultists scurried into a side room and re-merged pushing a giant set of legs, as tall as a tank. The legs looked similar to a design used by the techpriests of Mars to create dunewalking machines of war. They were baroque and ancient, the armour painted in red, with exposed pistons and wiring underneath. The cultists manoeuvred it into position in front of the void.

Prostrednik began a to recite a prayer to Khorne – a guttural incantation to the God of blood and warfare. The cultists joined in, their varied voices creating an unearthly cadence to this hymn to endless bloodshed. Prostrednik began to carve the icon of Khorne into the machinery, and motioned to some of the cultists. They began gathering buckets of blood and started to pour them over the legs and pistons of the legs.

The void crackled. Fire spat out through its centre - a gush of purple-red flame that met a group of cultists head on and immolated them where they stood. Prostrednik cackled.
“So it begins!” Flames licked out around the machine. Blood swirled from the void and created a vortex around it. Cultists screamed and were sucked into the Warp. Prostrednik stood back and watched as his ritual came to fruition. A magnificent swirl of colour enveloped the room, at once red, black and purple. An angry roar erupted from the madness, tearing through the chants of the cultists, causing them to fall silent. The vortex swirled faster, burning the walls and causing blood to boil off them until the air was filled with a hot, red, choking mist. As the vortex slowed, another roar burst forth from within, and this time the roar had a face. A metal face with giant teeth of bone. Its eyes glowed red and a metal tongue flicked out from behind those teeth. As Prostrednik’s eyes adjusted to the mist, he gazed upon the form of the daemon, entombed within the walking prison of the arcane machinery he had created. It had a monstrous, muscled body of purple-grey flesh and arms that ended in writhing mouths of bone and scale. It’s arms were covered in red and steel armour and bony tentacles erupted from bloody rents in its shoulders. Skulls poked through the flesh like faces in a sea. Prostrednik thought he recognised one of the faces.

The machine lurched into life and the daemon roared. Black smoke belched from an exhaust on the daemon’s back. The daemon took several steps with its arachnoid legs, impaling a cultist under one foot. It looked down at Prostrednik with its unnatural green eyes.

“I name you Kov Šelma. We require your help, in the name of the Blood God. Will you fight alongside these mortals?”

The daemon roared in approval. 

WIP shot of the maulerfiend.