by Rob (Meade)
Scaws of Transcore Hive
On the moon of Rhysia, a ruined forgeworld moon with grim secrets below it’s crust… mutants, known as scaws to the indigenous human population, stalk the ruins of the hives and the ash waste. Centuries of breeding in isolation, amongst the industrial waste has led to horrendous abominations. They have adopted a tribal society with the most hideous and powerful mutants as leaders, and survive by hunting the human survivors of the planet as well as lifeforms such as birds which migrate to the surface of the moon to roost.
The largest member of the tribe, Obbo is unfortunately dim-witted. At least the Obbo with the most control over Obbo’s body is… Obbo, the leftmost head, knows things… especially things his talking rat sneek tells him. The three Obbos are always arguing about one thing or another. Obbo makes himself useful by loading the tribe’s food and supplies on his back. With his massive claw, he is deadly at close quarters.
Bindi is the tribe’s sharpshooter. His original eyes have atrophied under a tangle of hair.. but his eyestalks more than make up for it.
Obbo’s talking rat. He will only talk to Obbo, and only the leftmost head that is Obbo.
Calb’s Dream: Part 5
…More time passed, now on the outskirts of Transcore. The dream returned, came every night. The same bird, the second head. As the ruins loomed higher, there were larger flocks of canterbirds. He hunted them as he went. They came from the many abandoned wells and mine passages. The surface of Luna Tartania was a gateway to the dark and brutal undermoon, where there was no place for most things human. Birds would travel upwards from the bottomless wells, on their endless migrations to and from their roosting grounds. They were a source of water and nutrient in this waste, where rain was a rarity and trickled back into the moon after falling. The birds carried their water with them, and so did he. He thanked the Emperor there were no signs of the greater monsters from below. The Home Bark had defenses against such things, but alone a man was vulnerable.
Here the ancients had formed a barrier, not to restrain the scaws but to warn away humans. Makeshift walls, formed of scrap and mixed with razorwire, and warning runes… bleeding into solid walls half-finished. He wondered about that time. How could such a mighty Hive fall? Compared to these works his small lifespan was as a grain of dust in an endless sea. Yet still they crumbled all around him. It rose above him, a spire as tall as the heavens, mocking him…
I’m really enjoying mutant week. This series has been great. I particularly admire the way you’ve used tattoos/body paint to bind together some quite disparate figures.
Obbo’s a particular triumph – building the tattoos into the patchy scaly texture of the arm skin is a stroke of brilliance.
Well Done. I’m really loving the outside materials you’re bringing in to create different textures and adornments.
Wow, the big mutant is the crown jewel of the gang!
I must confess I’m almost envious of the look you achieved, can you please let us in on how you achieved the paintjob results?
Thanks! Don’t think I’m done yet though ;) saving the best for last…
@Jimmygrill: To briefly state how I did this paintjob, I’d say first a layer of airbrushing (trying to pick out the highlights and shadow with different colors… give it a smooth feel) then some washes… probably a lot of sepia involved… and i tried to get the mini looking basically finished before tattoos, then after the tattoos (micron pen) just some subtle glazes and airbrushing over it.
The swirling tattoos and the fur and textures are just exceptionally well done. There’s so many interesting details to look at.
Inspiring work. This is so cool. All the effort and imagination that goes into every creation is really impressive. Would you mind if I share some of your work if I accredit and post links back here?
Just found out this website. Truly amazing work and very inspirational.