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My name is Jessie Carlile and I paint miniatures and love to roll dice. I began painting miniatures in 1999 and have never looked back. Painting is very relaxing and rewarding for me and I hope you enjoy the works I share on this website. I have won many awards for my work including the Silver in 2008 and 2009 Privateer Press Masters Painting Competition as well as a Gold in 2010. Enjoy your stay and if you have any questions feel free to contact me!

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Weathered Retribution of Scyrah experiment

I have horrible hobby ADD, so my wandering gaming eye has fallen on my Retribution of Scyrah collection. While researching Mage Hunter Infiltrators, I found this awesome image from Warmachine: Tactics:

After seeing this image I knew I wanted to try and copy the weathered look and try to realize it on my own figures. I decided to try the hairspray weathering technique, and here are my results:

I think I went a little overboard with the weathering, since the CG jacks aren't as heavily weathered, but so far I'm pleased with the results. I did notice some adverse effects of the hairspray, which mainly included cracks in the paint below it. I figure it's the alcohol in the hairspray breaking down the lower levels of paint, or I'm not letting the spray dry thoroughly enough. I do want to play with the technique a little more, and see if these are just first time mistakes.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Agnar Steelspray finished and fluff

Scarab Packs were swarming the trenches, and Agnar Steelspray's Scattergunner unit was being overrun. He held his banner high behind his fellow Trolkin, and called out with a booming voice to help coordinate shrapnel laden blasts. His kin heard his calls, and deftly moved out of the way of the deadly shots, allowing them to do as much damage as possible to the oncoming tide of red lacquered armor. Still, the scarabs kept coming, followed by their grotesque masters. 

Agnar kicked scarabs off his legs and forced them back with the butt of his standard. His voice resounded off the walls of the trench as he continued to call out to his brethren, not noticing some of the scarabs staggering back at each call. Despite his efforts, more and more of his unit fell to the onslaught of the chattering insects, and more and more Agnar became focused on preventing them from overwhelming him. Still, some scarabs got through his defenses long enough to lash out at him, and burden him with enough lacerations to fell a weaker creature. He was Trollkin, however, and he would endure.

Every scattergun was glowing red by the time the last of his brothers and sisters had fallen. They had cleared the trenches and exterminated the scarabs, but paid dearly for it. Bleeding and aching, Agnar was the last one standing, and his standard was broken and bent. He saw the hooded forms standing just outside the trench, observing him with a quiet ire. He was sure they were the fabled beast masters the Skorne employed to push their warbeasts to the limit. They would no doubt be displeased their entire pack of Scarabs were slaughtered. 

Agnar dropped his now useless standard and scanned the area around him. The scatterguns that littered the area would be useless after such extreme use. His eyes soon landed on two swords a slain kriel warrior had carried. Anger welled up in him as he walked over to the body of the kriel warrior, kneeling as he took up the blades. He quietly thanked the warrior for the blades and whispered a short prayer to Dhunia. He rose and turned to face the beast masters that were readying themselves, eager to exact their revenge for their murderous pets. He tightened his grip on his blades, and bellowed out a call of defiance to the Skorne before him. The ground shook, and for a moment, he was just as surprised as his enemy. Taking advantage of the moment, Agnar charged the beast handlers, eager to hasten their journey to the Void.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Agnar Steelspray

Short post today, here's the beginnings of my character Fell Caller for Riven Bonds!