A Grey Knight True-Scaler – Done!

Afternoon all,

I managed to get one of my true-scale Grey Knight models painted up a while back and I have just finished a micro story for it. The story is a tad longer than normal, so I shan’t ramble on now.

Insta Grey Knight

The city night danced with luminescent colours, an incandescent circus of midnight hues writhed in the sky above a burning landscape. A roaring creature of fire atop a huge brass steed charged headlong, its hoofs pounded the ground leaving a trail of scorched earth. In its wake followed three more of its burning brethren. Each warped humanoid atop their brass steed carried swords that writhed in fire.

+ Brothers, brace yourselves + Justicar Bainon’s words resonated in the minds of the squad. + We must give the Inquisitor more time +

Aygar clutched his halberd all the tighter, he fired a salvo of shots from his wrist mounted Stormbolter. The sanctified bolter rounds struck their targets and as they did so, the reactive cores detonated. The rest of the strike squad opened fire. Smoke and hellfire swirled around the still charging steeds, unharmed by the thunderous torrent of shots.

The Daemon leading the charge opened its fanged maw, a purple tongue whipped out to lick its canines. It turned to its lesser brethren and began spewing forth syllables that no mortal could utter. Dark flames whipped around the Daemons, each cursed word their leader uttered stoked the fire of their hate further and further.

“Bah’ra’ahash Nar’thay’arr’na’karr” it roared. Turning forward to look at the strike squad once more, it bellowed as the gap between them lessened to mere feet.

Aygar felt a mixture of revulsion and unbridled hate well up within him. The haft of his halberd crackled, as blue lighting ran up it to the point of the blade.

+ Now brothers, ignite your fury + Bainon’s calm words echoed through the squad, they unified their minds. Bainon’s Nemesis Daemon Hammer ignited first in coruscating blue lightning. Then Graia’s Sword shone with a furious light. Each brother’s weapon lit up with potent psychic energy. Lightning danced off the end of Aygar’s blade scorching the ground. The air around Aygar began to mist, as frost spread from his ceramite clad boots along the broken rubble of the ground.

+ Control yourself + Bainon said.

The Juggernaught riding Daemons struck their lines, colossal beasts built of hellfire and brass smashed in to the squad. Graia leapt forward to defend Vazar, as his brother was slamming a fresh promethium canister in to the loading chamber of his Incinerator. The leader of the pack hacked and slashed with his flaming sword; each time Graia’s blade found a way to parry him, he moved in a blurred figure of eight seeking an opening in his assailant’s assault.

Aygar charged forward to assist him; sharp pain lanced through his side as one of the huge beast’s jolted forward head first, knocking him from his feet. Aygar landed on his back and pushed with his feet to roll with the momentum. Halberd in one hand and the other on the ground he shot forward off the floor in to a sprint.

I have to cut this one down to help Graia.

Chopping forward with his halberd, the brass Juggernaught reared up on to its hind legs and crashed down forward. Aygar lanced upward using the point of his weapon as a speat, focussing his will into the tip of the weapon. The blade pierced the Juggernaught beneath its armoured maw. The beast’s body trembled violently then toppled; its rider leapt from it, toward Graia.

+ Look out! + Aygar screamed in to his mind.

Still battling the largest of the pack, Graia turned as the dismounted daemon jumped upon him. It hacked with its sword while clinging to his armour. The pack leader urged its mount forward, trampling them both.

The line of brothers broke apart in to desperate fights; Graia lay on the floor, unmoving in cracked armour. The dismounted Daemon dissipating into smoke next to him. Vazar had his back to the wall of the Manufactorum, streams of sanctified promethium issuing from his Incinerator, keeping one of the pack from entering through the huge doors. Bainon moved to engage the rampaging leader; swinging his Nemesis Daemon Hammer while intoning litanies of faith, his words burned at the daemons flesh.

+ Aygar, Falkarn, take down the other rider. I will deal with their leader and then assist Vazar +

Falkarn reacted first, he surged forward engaging the Daemon and its mount.

+ But Vazar needs assistance, I must aid him + Aygar said.

+ Vazar is more than capable, now do as your Justicar commands + Bainon replied. His tone brokered no argument. Aygar ran to assist Falkarn who was already fighting the mounted Daemon with his stave. Each blow rang true but even with the psychic will of the squad behind it, the Daemon kept fighting on. Its Hellblade flashed down in a brutal arc; catching Falkarn between pauldron and neck, he screamed out loud, as hellfire rippled through his torn neck muscles. Aygar ran in and parried the Daemon’s blade away. Falkarn staggered back. The Juggernaught stomped forward, lowering its armoured head close to the ground. It charged at Aygar, swiftly raising its head as it collided in to him. The bladed helm smashed Aygar from his feet, sending him several feet in to the air. He plummeted to the ground, something in his leg snapped. Chemical injectors pumped fresh adrenal stimulants in to his system, dulling the pain. Falkarn, leaning on his stave fired a volley of bolter shells at the beasts flank. The rider screamed in its tainted language and pointed its fiery blade at Aygar but the Juggernaught beneath it turned to charge Falkarn.

+ Brother no! +

Falkarn staggered to one side but the bulk of the Daemonic steed hit him head on. The armour of his chest buckled and cracked. It sent him sailing backwards, Falkarn’s limp form hit the ground and rolled to a stop near the unmoving form of Graia.

+ Inquisitor, whatever you are doing get on with it! + Aygar plunged his will through the thick rockcrete walls of the Manufactorum.

“Stay out of my head Astartes. It’s difficult enough to concentrate as it is” the Inquisitor replied over the vox.

The mounted Daemon turned from Falkarn, its baleful eyes glowing with hate. Steam issued from the Juggernaught’s maw, its hoofs began to pound the ground as it charged headlong toward Aygar. He focussed his will, levelling his halberd in to a defensive stance. The daemon atop its mount charged at him but mere feet away the rider let out a guttural scream. Its Juggernaught’s front legs buckled and its armoured head ploughed in to the ground, sending the daemonic rider careening in to the air. Still screaming, its red skin burned bright, scorched and turned black as charcoal. It hit the ground and shattered in to ash. Aygar stared at the Juggernaught as it too broke down in front of him. It tried to rear up but its legs shattered beneath it. The colossal beast melted in to the ground. Aygar stared for a moment, then looked over to Bainon. The shine of his grey armour was streaked with scorch marks, bent and buckled in places. His chest plate rose and fell with heavy breathing, gauntleted fingers held the smoking Daemon Hammer at his side. The dissipating corpses of the pack leader and the last Juggernaught lay in front of him. Vazar stood by him, white hot streams of promethium issued forth as he burned the remains of the Daemons.

“We were fortunate, there was little tethering this pack to the realm of man. Tend to your brothers. I shall see if the Inquisitor’s interrogation has been successful” Bainon said.

One of the large Manufactorum doors creaked open on old hinges. Interrogator Calvariam stood at its threshold, the sleeves of his long coat rolled up to reveal bloodied hands.

“I can answer that one for you. Our acquisition sang like a bird” his skull mask seemed to sneer in the light; “it just took a bit of persuasion” he shrugged. Blood still dripped from his fingers. He lent down and wiped them on a patch of dried grass.

“Then we know who is behind this?” it was Vazar that spoke, as he administered care to their wounded brothers.

“As we suspected, a rogue psyker has been plying his trade. Some idiotic gang hired him to take out a rival. It seems the psyker is now being worshipped by the Galfrane mining crew, Emperor knows why, they’re a few clicks north of here. The Inquisitor wants to move on their position straight away.”

Bainon looked at Vazar.

“There wounds are grievous, but I believe they will both survive” Vazar said.

“Have Mithris bring the Stormraven in to extract our wounded brothers. Calvariam, we can have him fly us to the Galfrane mine.” Bainon said.

“No need” as Calvariam spoke a Chimera tank, the ubiquitous armoured transport of the Imperial Guard bedecked in the iconography of the Inquisiton, trundled in to view. “Garrick and the others have been called in, care to join?” Local militia had at some point appeared to quell the blazing habitat nearby. The flames spluttered casting a grim shadow over Calvariam’s skull mask.

“Let us take the fight to our enemy then.” Bainon looked to the Chimera. “The Emperor’s work is to be done.” he said.

Aygar looked up as their Stormraven soared in to view. They would see their wounded brothers on board and then this rogue psyker and his twisted cult would pay for their heresy. He looked over at the militia and wondered what would become of the innocent survivors that had witnessed the taint of Chaos. The Inquisitor did not seem like a man to tolerate loose ends.

As I mentioned a while back; of all the true-scalers I’ve put together the Grey Knights are the easiest. The GK terminator components do the majority of the work for you and with my method you preserve the majority of the original detail.

I’ve done a shed load of work on getting my Heresy Night Lords playable. So I’m by no means sworn to true-scale but for Inq28, it’s pretty sweet when your marine towers over a human!

Ha! Just realised not a single picture shows the lighting on the force weapon. Oh well, next time 😛

Right, time for me to do some serious catch up on my reader.

Have an ace one all.




    1. Cheers very much. I made a big deal in the title that this GK is done, he’s only one of the squad! I really need to focus on what I want to finish next. I miss the good ol’ days when I was pure a Chaos fanatic, but the Inquisition have got a hold on me! So much amazing inspiration out there as well. I think I saw a comment of yours on the Iron Sleet thread, holy c#%p, all of the Pilgrim stuff is insane.

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