Yesterday, I finished my discussion of the Raptors by lamenting that I haven’t really created the unit with an Aspiring Champion in mind. Certainly, there are a couple individual figures that have been modeled with an unannounced power weapon (who could easily serve with a bit of paint), but I haven’t to date devoted the kind of precise and particular attention that would normally befit the “talent” of any given squad.
Thankfully, the Arrugginiti find themselves a bit top-heavy at the moment, with a veritable glut of HQ choices: a sorcerer, a converted Typhus, two Daemon Princes with a third, fourth, and possibly fifth on the horizon (long story).
And then there’s this guy.
It may seem a demotion for him, but I expect to run the Raptors with my Winged Aspirant conversion acting as the real brain/brawn of the unit. He fits quite nicely for some obvious reasons: the wings for starters. With "real" mutated wings, he is something like the idol of the unit, the one that the others (with their tawdry BA knockoffs) would both admire and emulate. The Aspirant clearly has evolved past the humble progress of his peers -a few extra gulps from that stolen chalice, I suppose. Moreover, he is carrying a power weapon (with appropriately painted lightning effect) and a converted combi-melta, which are both ideal choices for how I'd like to run this unit.
Naturally, however, this creates another “problem” of sorts, as the unit now numbers eight… ahem.
Nurgle is not amused.
Somebody will likely have to take a knee come any given deployment. Currently, I’m thinking it’ll be the fellow on the far left side of this photo as he has a terrible tendency to tumble over anyway (note to those thinking about these conversions: test their balance or weight the bases). At the end of the day, the poor sod has no one but himself to blame, really.
So all’s well that ends well. The Raptors have their champion, and the misbegotten HQ choice has found a happy home. I’d like to be able to crack the smuggest of smiles, take a gummy chomp on my cigar, and mutter, “I love it when a plan comes together.” …excepting that I hadn’t ever really planned any of this. It just happened to work out. and I loathe cigars.
See you Sunday for some much-needed WIP.