Table Ready: Ultramarines Leviathan Dreadnought

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Playing rough with the Word Bearers Contemptor Dreadnought

Obviously I am collecting both a Word Bearers army and an Ultramarines army. This will allow me to play out some Calth battles, as this is the story that I latch on to the most. Also obviously, I will need a big boy leviathan for my 13th to go up against the 17th legion counterpart I have already showcased early in the month. The Leviathan pattern is definitely my second favorite dreadnought chassis after the Contemptor. Designed late in the crusade as a siege weapon, the nearly dead space marine occupying the sarcophagus of the Leviathan is gifted with martial power and armored like a heavy tank to fight on in the emperors name. Only in death does duty end.

And look. He has made a new friend with the Word Bearers Contemptor. They’re playing… Oh. Uh… It appears that the Contemptor fell down. Maybe it is taking a nap. Under the Leviathan’s foot. Insert sad foghorn sound. Take that Traitor.

I had great fun crafting this Dreadnought. Say what you will, but I enjoy resin dreads from Forge World; they have so much character and are super pose-able, unlike the mono-pose sacrifice model on the base. I couldn’t help myself; I just had to put an unused model from my wife’s army (I call it my army, but the Word Bearers were painted for my wife to play). To this day, I have forgotten to glue stripped wires into the shoulder socket of the Contemptor, being so clearly reminded of that fact as I tend to the images in Photoshop. Maybe some day, but it will not be this day.

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Obsessive and neurotic collector of little plastic men, novels about the same little plastic men and paints to make the little plastic men pretty. Married to Kera, who puts up with him and pretends that she doesn’t hear him speaking to the little plastic men in between making pew pew noises in the hobby room. Requires adult supervision. A menace to himself but rarely to others. More beard than man

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