“Impale them!”
Old School Miniatures presents: The voting thread for the 34th Artisan’s Contest on Chaos Dwarfs Online!
How to vote:
Please submit 3 numbers as votes by sending a PM to the @GoldenHat account (a special account all Staff members can access).
Each (more or less) anonymous entry is numbered ranging from 1 to 17. There is no need to specify which one you think is 1st, 2nd or 3rd. Simply list the three that you like and we will do the rest. You are not allowed to vote for yourself.
Voting will close at 11:59 PM May the 31st, 2022 EST (Eastern Standard Timezone). Once the votes are tallied we will post the results.
1
Blubberborne of The Great Tusked One
The Outer Gods of the Dvergar are poised to rumble into the fray of battle. As their following grew, so did their power. No longer shall they be repressed! From the North a war cry booms across the land. Blubber for the blubber god!
2
Hammy and Eggz
Something, Something… when pigs fly.
Starting from the Chaos Dwarf Sorcerer on Lammassu, or the named character Zhatan the Black on Lammassu.
So now to name the thing. Sorcerer on Mantiboar (Manticore+Boar)?
I think I will stick with Eggzerrach the Lost on Hammassu. The Lost as they constantly argue over direction.
Hammy and Eggz are more lost than Darbakh and Raggrund.
3
Torturesmiths
Bang. Scream. Bang. Cries. Bang. Splat. Repeat.
The rythm of the torturesmiths are never ceasing and music only to their own ears and a song so beautiful nobody else can comprehend but their own tormented minds.
These Chaos Dwarfs makes infernal weapons alongside the daemonsmiths. It is tiresome work hammering worthless flesh until days death. But the torturesmiths are happy to do it. They are the cogs of Hashuts train of travesty and nothing in the old world or the next can stop it
4
Boar Centaur with Decimator Bow
This is a quick render created using Hero Forge. There are limited options so it looks more like a Bull Centaur than a Boar Centaur but it conveys the idea well enough.
A short piece of fluff:
The maniacal grin of a finished pavaise shield stared back at Thymbrin Snakebeard as he worked in the dying candlelight of his workshop. His stiff back cracked as he got to his feet to admire his latest work. He didn’t know what it was going to be for, but he had always enjoyed carving the last sight many of his foes would ever see. Maybe it would be used for a chariot or a new Land Train, the mobile artillery platform and troop carrier he had designed as a successor to the Juggernaut. The workshop was adorned with many hints of his previous successes. A barrel full of Whirlwind blades sat beside the forge, Tenderiser hammers hung from racks on the walls, and freshly cast Perforator drills lay in heaps on the floor. A selection of large mechanical ballista arms were propped up in the corner, remnants of the Decimator experiment, a war machine he never managed to get working properly.
As he admired his work and thought of all the glorious deaths they had caused, and all the gruesome deaths they were yet to bring, the bundle of ballista collapsed to the ground with a screeching clang of metal. The snake protruding from his beard would usually have alerted him to the presence of an intruders, but the old snake had long since gone blind and instead spent most of its time sleeping. He felt safe in his own workshop though, surrounded by some of the most terrible weapons that had ever been birthed into this world. Whoever had thought to break into his workshop would soon come to regret it. He may be in his twilight years, but a blunderbuss could still wipe out anything at short enough range.
Whoever it was wasn’t making any attempt at being quiet. As he approached the dark corner, he soon spotted the intruder.
“How did you get out of the pens?” Thymbrin asked of the infant Boar Centaur that was playing with the pile of ballistae like a Hobhound would play with a heap of bones. He was about to prod the juvenile out of the workshop with his walking stick, but watching the boar centaur roll around on the ground, kicking and tossing the unwieldy bows as if they were nothing but kindling, sparked an idea within him. He had always thought of the Boar Centaurs as simple creatures, bred for nothing more than strength and the ability to follow instructions, to blindly charge into glorious battle, but the later generations were becoming increasingly intelligent. It would be a waste to relegate them to war machine crew.
Thymbrin scurried back to his workbench, lit new candles and got to work on tweaking the Decimators design. The thought of a hoard of Boar Centaurs wielding them as bows, eclipsing the sun with their spear-like arrows, filled him with vigour, made him feel a hundred years younger. He would live to see at least one more of his creations brought to life yet.
5
Chaos Dwarf Behemoth
Designed by Thymbrin Snakebeard
6
Chaos Dwarf Dervish of Khorne
Consumed by religious ecstasy and full-frothing bloodlust, Chaos Dwarf Khornate dervishes throw themselves stark naked into battle, swinging maces left and right in insane furor. Round and round they go, spinning like tops of doom. Only death will make them stop.
7
Scorpion Centaur
The idea was to create an alternative Chaos Dwarf Centaur hero. The size of the model can vary from 25 x 50 mm, over 40 x 40 mm up to 75 x 50 mm bases. The model should be a bit more dynamic => half raised, with open scissors and a halberd as a weapon.
The model is only intended as an example of the direction in which the design should go on the whole.
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9
Penal Regiment
In eons past, those Dawi Zharr who had transgressed against society, had failed or shamed their clans somehow would be given the option of serving in the Penal Regiment to expiate their sins. If they survived the allotted battles, in what was basically an expendable regiment could then return to their clans properly cleansed of the shame etc.
In later centuries, these numbers of these type of occurrences dwindled as Dawi Zharr society tended to a quicker and more permanent solution in most cases.
Lately though, a phenomenom has occurred that has been solved by the re-creation of the Penal Regiment. Frequently in these later years, has seen many Dawi Cousins have come to the Dark Lands begging for admittance into Dawi Zharr society. They have realized the truth inherent in the Darkness of Hashut having seen to the heart of the deceit in the dwarven empire. They are placed in a penal regiment to prove themselves worthy in battle.
Their hair and beards are bleached white with streaks of green through their lengths. A calculated insult as the colours resemble a piece of lettuce stuck in-between an elf’s teeth. A supplicant who is continually successful in battle can get their hair and beards gradually re-dyed red, then black signifying the stains of their previous life being wiped away. Not many survive but its fun watching them try.
The Musicians can only play a Death March or a Danse Macabre.
10
Death Roller
Pushed into battle by a Boar Centaur, the Death Roller flattens all before it.
A larger version is pushed by a pair of centaurs while two crossbow-armed Chaos Dwarfs snipe at the enemy from behind the mantlet.
11
Pump Tank
For WFB 2nd Edition
Dawi Zharr warriors moved across the smoke-obscured remains of the battlefield looking to see which of their comrades could be saved and which of their goblinoid foes had enough life in them to be worth enslaving. Although their victory had been inevitable, the toll had been far higher than expected.
Luftblast Rottentusk stood next to the remains of the unusual machine that had caused so many deaths amongst the ranks of the Chaos Dwarves. An open framed horseless carriage, it was inelegant, but its destructive potential had been proved. Yes, there was potential here.
Luftblast lifted the corpse of a diminutive goblinoid and discarded it as he pondered the dimensions of the construct, seeking to isolate it in his mind from the ruins of the Tenderiser with which it had become entangled in the final stages of the battle.
The propulsion mechanism, a form of pumping handle, was novel. The speed with which the machine had hit the Dawi Zharr lines, powered by only the Snotlings’ muscles, spoke for the efficiency of the device. With the motive force of a pair of Chaos Dwarves there was definite scope to add armour and weaponry to the basic chassis. He, Luftblast Rottentusk would take on the task and build a machine to rank his name alongside the foremost Dawi Zharr sorceror-engineers.
Thus the pump tank was born, inspired not by the Empire’s steam-driven devices but from the more humble origins of Grim Warpspanner’s contraption, stolen by Snotlings and pressed into service by the Orcs of the Splintered Bone tribe.
Early models were over-engineered, their stone porches adding unnecessary weight and construction time. Replacement with corrugated metal solved these problems, whilst the addition of extra viewports aided the crew’s vision. The initial armament of breach-loading swivel gun and pintle-mounted blunderbuss proved more than adequate for the new machine’s deployment.
12
Bluebeards’ Clan Lava Cannon
Bluebeard’s engineers have nor moral nor tradition constraints when it comes to create evil machines of war.
Flesh and metal can be bound together, unspoken daemons can be fused into burning metal to feed machines with their eternal pain and hatred, massive guns powered by gunpowder are crafted in the furnaces deep under the clan’s keep.
The Daemonsmiths and Infernal Engineers of this ancient clan provide this twisted mockeries of Dwarf creativity to the clan’s mighty armies or to clients willing to pay the highest prizes. Gold, souls, slaves, no price seems to scare who want the precious services of the Bluebeards’ clan’s creations.
The Lava Cannon is provided with an internal powerful furnace. Nobody knows which force powers it. Somebody says coal or stone oil, others blood of slaves, rumors even say in each machine there’s a daemon locked inside. Who really knows but the twisted minds of their creators?
The extreme heat of the warmachine is channeled by a complicated system of tubes and can melt almost everything. Somebody claims to have seen molten metal or lava spitted by the enormous gun of the Lava Cannon. For sure the victims of this machine die a miserable death, burned alive by a rain of fire.
13
Chaos Dwarf Necromancer
14
Evil Dwarf Heavy Infantry (Spearman)
15
Kârr af Nat Gramin on Giant Fire Newt Bûdrak
Kârr af Nat Gramin rode his giant Fire Newt Bûdrak to the front line of the massive attack force. The Ewal beast let out a chilling hiss, and as it struggled against the chains its two heads exchanged a leering grin – soon there would be time to hunt, kill and feed.
The Warlord turned his mount around to face his soldiers and sound the attack. As he pulled out his sword in preparation his gaze – and those of his men – fixed upon it with doubt. Ever so slowly, Kârr af Nat Gramin lowered his weapon and placed his helmeted head in the palm of his left hand. How could his attendants have missed this when checking his gear? It seemed impossible to find good help these days… As he sheathed the toy weapon that surely belonged to his accursed offspring, he let out a disappointed sigh and said in a low voice that scarcely carried across the soon to be battle ground: “-Give ‘em Hell boys. And if you survive, you can look forward to the amusing execution of my page as a celebration of our glorious Victory”
Kârr af Nat Gramin is an Ewal Dwergar warlord who rides his giant Fire Newt Bûdrak into battle. The sourcerously twisted beast is gifted with two bickering heads, evil intellects and a pair of giant appetites. Kârr rides the beast on a war throne that’s been nailed onto the back of the fire breathing amphibian. When they enter a fray Kârr gives their enemies the first strike using his trusted lance and should close combat become necessary he draws his sword and cuts his foes down like blades of grass before a scythe.
16
Snail Chariot
17
Furrigan Four Feet & the Boary Boys
From the grim north they came. To loot, pillage & murder. This small warband took up their grim weapons and fought their way to freedom. led by their leader Furrigan Four Feet. Furrigan had had enough of slavery & thralldom at the hands of the Chaos Dwarfs. He and his brothers would pull no more war engines!
They struck out and carved a niche for themselves, raiding villages & small hamlets along the border kingdoms. They are still at large, with Furrigan & his band having a huge price on their heads, by Chaos Dwarfs and Humans alike!
Remember, this round there are lots of prizes up for grabs!
Huge thanks to @MichaelX for creating a border tool to add borders to images.
Great job everyone and good luck!
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I would never have thought of most of the ideas even in my wildest dreams, simply brilliant!
