Dreadtober Black Legion Hellbrute (Part 5)

 Thanks to Marc over at the main Dreadtober site for allowing a deadline extension up to Friday November 6th to get our projects done. And with a bit of focus I pulled it off! 

Finished!

 All I had to do was some highlights and few details which I was able to pull knock out when I found the time. 

The obvious difference those of you who read the last post may spot is the addition of the grass tufts on the base. This was particularly fun for me as my 5 year old son was fascinated with watching my application of these tufts. And yes, my modeling stuff does have locks on them when I am not present. (Thank you foresight!*)

And the fallen Space Marine's helmet did indeed belong to a Dark Angel. Dark Angels, as you probably know, are fun to kill. 

So, this guy is done! Or as done as I want him to be. As a wrap up to this thing, here is a buddy pic with the Bloodbrute , his Khornate counterpart. Hopefully the next time they appear together will be in a battle report stomping their way through an enemy line (oh, let's be honest, they'll probably get nuked on the 1st turn! LOL!). 

Friends will be friends.

Thanks again to everyone who encouraged me during this project and for everyone who participated in Dreadtober! Emperor willing, I'll see you in October 2011! 

*Forsight? More like memory. When I was 4 years old, my Dad had a 1977 Chevy Blazer. He loved that thing. So much so that he bought a scale model kit and was painstakingly painting that kit to look like his actual truck. There were some rednecks that lived up the street that drove an old car that was painted in a lot of different colors, with the main color being primer Grey.  Four year old Neverness thought that was the coolest thing ever. So much so that when my Dad went to take a nap (and foolishly left me unattended) I got his paints opened and started to paint his Blazer model like that redneck car. Considering that my Dad has always been something of a Testers paint purist, the fact that I was able to unscrew those glass jars is impressive when I think back on it. Anyway, I didn't get too far into "improving" my Dad's model when he soon checked in on me. If I recall, I think it's the first time he ever spanked me, and it was the last time I ever messed with his models!