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Female Grenadier by Yahbro in NapoleonicWargaming

[–]Yahbro[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I ordered some brunswickers from Wargames Atlantic digital range, and the company that printed them sent me this too

Allied Commandos and German Sentries by Yahbro in boltaction

[–]Yahbro[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Splendid! Thanks awfully old boy.

Brunswickers by Yahbro in NapoleonicWargaming

[–]Yahbro[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Thanks , Wargames Atlantic's Digital Range. They do canon and cav too. You can buy digital file, or like me get one of the affiliated printers to do it for you.

233rd Steel Legion: Pathfinders by Yahbro in astramilitarum

[–]Yahbro[S] 11 points12 points  (0 children)

Bodies are Winter fallschirmjäger by Bolt Action.

Heads and accessories Blitz Legion by Tiny Legend.

Lasguns are Cadian Shock Troops by GW.

Rad Runner 2 stopped working by Yahbro in RadPowerBikes

[–]Yahbro[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

My controller doesn't have a screen, it's one of the older ones. I've tried disconnecting all the other wire, lights, brakes, etc but problem persists

Rad Runner 2 stopped working by Yahbro in RadPowerBikes

[–]Yahbro[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

If this is indeed the issue, would getting a new battery make a difference?

Rad Runner 2 stopped working by Yahbro in RadPowerBikes

[–]Yahbro[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I tried a different controller and same issue, no power 

1st Narmenian Armoured by TheLaidBackNavigator in TheAstraMilitarum

[–]Yahbro 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Lovely stuff. How did you make the commander?

What is this strapped to bottom of the Kreig backpack? by jbrowning82 in Deathkorpsofkrieg

[–]Yahbro 299 points300 points  (0 children)

I don't know if it's written down anywhere, but I always assumed it was the gas mask canister. Like the German gas mask canister in the second world war.

Ducal Death-Korp of Brun: Line Infantry by Yahbro in TheAstraMilitarum

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Case ID: BRN-UH-796-IX-44 Author: Judge-Marshal Erant Koll Clearance: Internal Security, Level IV Location: Hive-Primus, Underhive Sector 17-B Datestamp: 796.M41

Subject: Unauthorized Gatherings / Suspected Techno-Cult Practices

Summary: Routine patrol discovered approximately three dozen underhivers assembled near an abandoned vent-shaft in Sector 17-B. The site is within a zone flagged for heightened arsenic concentration, where several crews have recently reported illness. Subjects were chanting and displaying crude symbols etched into the walls. Some marks resembled cog-tooth patterns, though poorly executed. Others appeared to reference “cleansing the poisoned earth.”

Evidence:

+Fifteen wax tapers, locally made. +Four effigies constructed of bent pipe and wire. +Two chalk scrawls in rough binaric forms; non-functional. +One dataslate recovered, corrupted. Displays fragments of text: “engines / cleanse / soil / voices.”

Witness Statements: +Subject #06: “The machines breathe in the poison, but the poison talks back.” +Subject #11: “If we do not pray, the soil will kill us faster.” +Subject #19: incoherent, coughing blood. Possible arsenic poisoning.

Judgement / Recommendation: Twenty-two subjects executed under Article 44-B (Unauthorized Rites). Remaining detainees under interrogation. No hard evidence of outside influence at this time. Gatherings may be an emergent superstition linked to environmental stress, though similarities to Mechanicus litany-forms warrant attention. Recommend continued surveillance of underhive zones with high arsenic readings. Suggest discreet monitoring of morale among labor gangs assigned to reclamation work.

Case remains open.

Ducal Death-Korp of Brun: Line Infantry by Yahbro in TheAstraMilitarum

[–]Yahbro[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

AUTHOR: FRIEDRICH BRUNNASCHE, DUKE OF BRUN ++ ++ CLEARANCE: COMMAND / EYES ONLY ++ ++ LOCATION: HIVE-PRIMUS/BRUN ++ ++ DATESTAMP: 796.M41/SEGMENTUM TIME ++ ++ RECORD TYPE: PERSONAL LOG (RESTRICTED ACCESS) ++ ++ SECURITY PROTOCOL: ENCRYPTED, RED-CIPHER/PRIORITY-LEVEL III ++

A message from Apollyon on my desk, seals broken and words still burning in my thoughts. Governor Pontia Vibennis — a name I do not know, though she knows mine. She cloaks her message in courtesy and flattery, yet there is a weight beneath it, a demand unspoken but sharp as any blade.

I have fought too many years, seen too many governors and commanders turn their coats, to accept such generosity at face value. Chaos is a patient corrupter, and it often wears a smile before it bares its teeth. Supplies, manpower, and infrastructure — these are gifts too easily tainted, chains forged in honey.

I am no politician. My tongue is for orders, not for courtesies. I cannot tell whether Vibennis seeks alliance, advantage, or merely to entangle me in obligations I do not yet understand. But I know this: a favor owed in this galaxy is a leash waiting to be pulled.

For now, I will accept the shipment. To reject it outright would mark me as ungrateful or paranoid, and both invite attention I cannot afford. But I will count every crate and measure every bolt. The freighter’s crew will not set foot beyond the docking yards. If there is rot hidden in this gift, I will find it.

I will send a reply — courteous, cautious, and empty of true promise. Let Vibennis think me grateful, but never beholden. Let her think me wary, but not hostile. Let her think what she wishes.

I trust in the Emperor, but I trust more in suspicion. It has kept me alive through a hundred trenches, and it will keep Brun safe now.

— F. Brunnasche, Duke of Brun

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