Fluff Part 1

This is my vampire, Ivan Karamov.  He's based off of the metal Prince Althran model, and I quite like what's been done so far.  I replaced his sword, I filed down a lot of elvan markings on his chestplate and his shield (the second picture shows what I did with his shield, putting a bat wing on it from a Skeleton shield).  He should end up looking quite good.




While mortal, Ivan spent the majority of his life far north, on the edge of Kislev's civilization.  The small outpost town of Staraya, and more importantly, its wall, served as a last bastion of civilization, beyond which only horrible Chaos beasts and Ungol raiders could survive.  Ivan eked out a simple life as a logger, he married the woman he loved, Katerina, and she bore him a son named Dimitri.

He never saw Dimitri grow more than a year old.  The Czar's Navy pressed him into service, he was forced to become a mariner on a frigate to combat the ever-bolder Dark Elf and Chaos Marauder raids. 

Ivan served three years on that ship, and fought in countless, desperate battles for survival.  Finally, one day the enemy was too much for them and the frigate was lost.  Miraculously, Ivan survived and made it to shore. Katerina and Dimitri had never left his thoughts.  He braved the harsh tundra wastes, traveling for weeks to return to Staraya.

 But what he found in the town's stead was nothing but smoldering ash.  The tell-tale stench of foul warp-energies filled the air.  Unnatural flames of every color burned without end, and the scorched ground glowed with an unholy light.  Ivan knew it was too late, yet still rushed to his home.  He found nothing but the charred bones of Katerina, clutching Dimitri's frame. 

To the right is the Banshee Katerina.  She's unfinished, and the picture's shitty.  I wanted to see how the washed look could work for a ghost (my army will have a fair amount of spirits).  I'm not dissatisfied.  She still needs highlighting/drybrushing, and her hair hasn't been colored.

Ivan had fought his whole way home, thoughts of his family had kept him alive when others failed, and it was all for nothing.  He resigned himself to die right there, over the remains of his home, of his loved ones. 

Gonna leave it there before I become too long winded and confused.  Also, here's an extra picture of a Dire Wolf.  He's finished, except for the base: