Cthulhu Wars Minis!

Morkskittar
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Morkskittar
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Joined: April 6th, 2006, 7:48 pm

April 12th, 2018, 10:08 pm #1

For those of you unfamiliar with Morky, he likes Lovecraftian eldritch horrors (as if the Nightmare Menagerie wasn't clue enough :cthulhu: )

So, naturally, when ge got the game Cthulhu Wars, designed by the inestimable Sandy Petersen himself, with its enormous models, he had to paint them all! ^_^ For those unfamiliar with this monstrous game, it picks up where traditional Lovecraftian games like Call/Trail of Cthulhu, Arkham/Edlritch Horror, and Mansions of Madness end: with the beginning of the end of the world, with eldritch gods from beyond space and time fighting over the ruins of the earth, emerging from extra-dimensional gates with the alien monsters that make up their armies.

And if any of you ever want to try a game, it's on Tabletop Simulator on Steam; feel free to add me (under this name as always, with the Last Unicorn as my avatar); I am always looking for a chance to play. :P (Rules available for free here).

And so, without further ado, enjoy your Eldritch Gribblies, organized by faction!

Great Cthulhu
From the depths of the sea, from the Sunken City of R'lyeh, Great Cthulhu rises, his dream ending, his octopoid visage towering over the feeble inhabitants of this doomed world, his spawn and his devolved followers chanting his name over the roar of the waves...
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When the stars are right, Cthulhu will awaken to claim what is his. High Priest of the Outer Gods, he came to the human world in dreams, whispering to the inspired and the deranged, and when his last chains were broken, he arose from the depths a beast of prey, the apex predator, the mighty, the dead, the dreaming... the Great Cthulhu.
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Following their master from his home beyond the stars, Cthulhu's Starspawn awaken alongside him, flying, swimming, and crawling up from the depths of the seas, hunting their prey with rubbery flesh that heals in moments and claws that tear apart any that stand before them.
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Once the slaves of the extinct Elder Things, the Shoggoths killed their masters and survived the aeons in the distant mountains of the Antarctic, feeding on passing travelers and the penguins that dwell there. Cthulhu's dreams reached even the Shoggoths, who abandoned their hideaways to serve their new master, formless flesh shifting and absorbing everything it touches, chanting endlessly their cry: Tekeli-li!
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The fish-men of Y'ha-n'thlei and Innsmouth, Cthulhu's most devout followers are the Deep Ones: primitive, devolved humans blessed with immense strength, willing slaves to Cthulhu's dreams.
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Those who dwell far from civilization, those who live primitively, and those whose imaginations lead them to madness serve Great Cthulhu, their magicks breaking his chains and bringing him forth to the surface.

The High Priests of Cthulhu, more fish than man...
Crawling Chaos
From the skies descend the harbingers of madness, circling above, waiting just out of reach for the perfect moment to strike. Chaos and despair follow in their wake, and behind them all towers the Crawling Chaos, its form changing with every moment to suit his whims, its eldritch laugh echoing across the devastation as it toys with the fallen Earth...
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He the God of a Thousand Forms, having watched and meddled in human affairs for his own sadistic pleasures since its inception. He was the Bloated Woman, the Black Pharaoh, the Haunter of the Dark, the Crawling Chaos, and the God of the Bloody Tongue... how terrible are his forms, how cruel his intentions! Messenger of Azathoth, the Blind Idiot God, Nyarlathotep comes, and with him he brings madness, as the Bloody Tongue writhes above the ruins...
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Terrifying in their silence and deadly in their strikes, the Hunting Horrors fly high above the battlefield, acting as one being, their eyes missing nothing, their jaws snapping bone...
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Once trapped deep beneath the Earth by the Great Race of Yith, Nyarlathotep has broken their chains, and now the Flying Polyps command the very winds in his surface, bending light and phasing between dimensions, stealing away those who let down their guard, their coming heralded only by a sickening whistle...
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Once servants of the Elder God Nodens, the Nightgaunts have been twisted by Nyarlathotep's coming, their faceless forms stealing away the unprepared and secreting them to remote places, where their long fingers tickle, and tickle, and tickle... until their victims die, choking on their own laughter.
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The curious and intelligent, the ambitious and the brave, all fall victims to the Crawling Chaos' call, falling too deep into eldritch rites...

Only the most sadistic and insane of men can rise to become a High Priest of madness itself...
Yellow Sign
Around the fallen world travels the King in Yellow, Herald and Avatar of the Unspeakable, the Feaster from Afar. He is followed by his undead attendants, and watched over by his star-steeds, all preparing the world for the coming of Hastur, asking one question: have you seen the Yellow Sign?
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From the distant star of Aldebaran, across the empty void of space, shrieks the form of Hastur the Unspeakable, summoned by one foolish enough to utter his name. He heads for the Lake of Hali, where his servants await him, beginning their terrible journey to desecrate and defile the ruins of the earth...
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Avatar and Herald of desecration, decay, and decadence, the King in Yellow dances across the burning world, turning all that he touches to ruins, and calling forth the spirits of the dead to join him in singing the praises of the Coming Hastur...
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The Star-steeds of Hastur, the Byakhee have been called forth from their homes in the vastness of space to aid the King in Yellow, flopping and flapping through the skies on their way to Earth...

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The dead of Earth are numerous, and all around, rising to heed the call of the King in Yellow and the Shrieks of the Byakhee, the Yellow Sign shining in their eyes. Souls trapped forever in immortal bodies, the undead roam the earth, spreading the Yellow Sign and bringing more worshipers to the feet of the King in Yellow.
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The decadent and corrupt have given themselves to Hastur, indulging in unspeakable pleasures until the time came to pay the price...

And none are as morally bankrupt as the High Priests of the Unspeakable God...
Black Goat
They came from the darkest depths of the wilderness, hidden amongst the trees... no, they are the trees! They come in an endless horde, the beasts never ceasing in their advance, neverending in their hunger, seeking to consume and devour all that remains of the world, giving birth to new and more terrifying horrors, until the whole world is overrun... Iä! Iä!
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The Consort of the Outer Gods, Shub-Niggurath's footsteps shake the world. From her ropey body falls a constant stream of progeny, from her half-formed childfen who die mewling pitifully to her mighty and powerful Dark Young. From any living being her form can sprout, unfolding into reality alongside her endless progeny, mindlessly feeding and giving birth in a never-ending cycle of fertility...
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The mightiest of the spawn of Shub-Niggurath, the Dark Young stalk the forests of the world emerging from their depths in great numbers, towering over those who would fight them, three more emerging when a single one falls...
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From their colonies on Yuggoth and the mountains of Earth, the Fungi unfurl their wings, sailing across the void in search of answers and minerals to fuel their arcane sciences. Those who have survived the initial destruction of the earth now must watch the skies for fear of the Mi-Go, the Fungi from Yuggoth, descending to steal away their brains, and sacrifice their bodies to their god, the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young.
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Humans who feasted upon their dead for too long, the Ghouls are driven now only by an insatiable hunger, an insatiable necrophagy. They visit the battlefields of this lost world, feasting on what remains, offering their praise to those bring this destruction, and to those who let them feed...
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The followers of the Black Goat are numerous, spread across the world and the numerous, desiring bounty and fertility, eagerly accepting the Black Goat's blessing...

And none are more fecund than her High Priests...
Sleeper
In the depths of the Earth, in the caverns of N'kai, the Sleeper has awakened. Once content to allow its servants to feed it, mighty Tsathoggua has stirred, his hunger surpassing even his lethargy. His toad-like form and bat-like visage rises now above the Earth, from which he has clawed his way, jaws dripping drool as he commands his followers bring him sustenance...
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The toad-like Tsathoggua, Sleeper of N'kai, has been content for so many aeons to sleep beneath the earth, mouth hanging open, his Formless Spawn dumping their sacrifices into his waiting maw. Why now has the Sleeper awakened? Is his hunger so great, his thirst for blood so terrible?
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The most devout of Tsathouggua's servants, the Formless Spawn have for aeons sought out prey for their lethargic yet gluttonous master, dragging them to his lair and tossing them down his gullet, then returning to seek ever juicier and tastier morsels...
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The despicable servants of Yig, masters of alchemy and toxicology, the serpent-men once rules a mighty empire in Valusia, before forsaking their creator, the Father of Serpents, to bow instead to Tsathouggua in the depths, forced to serve him or be consumed, casting ancient sorceries and developing mad sciences to bring their new master sustenance...
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Perhaps once humans, perhaps once unspeakable beasts, or perhaps both, no-one knows from whence the Wizards came, how they came to be, and why they exist. They serve their gluttonous master in all things, using their understandings of the energy nexuses around them to warp space and time...
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Those who dwell beneath the earth and who are attuned to the shifting spirits of the planet serve the Sleeper, afraid of his demands, seeking to delay the inevitable by even just another minute, avoiding the Sleeper's gullet for another hour...

Tasathoggua's High Priests fear him more than any other, making themselves indispensable to avoid falling into Tsathoggua's mighty belly...
Windwalker
In the distant north, the Herald awakens, shaking off the glacier that has imprisoned him for so long. It raises its hideous head to the skies, and calls forth the Outer Gods, marking this planet as doomed. From the distant reaches of the void, Ithaqua answers the call, arriving as the arctic winds, calling its long-lost followers back to its service...
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A howling horror, a writhing wraith, the Windwalker winds his way across the earth, freezing all before it in an avalanche of ice, wind, and monsters. Those lucky enough to survive his onslaught find themselves grasped in icy hands, seeing things that no man should see, until their mind melts as their body freezes...
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From his slumbering place in the Arctic, Rhan-Tegoth has awakened, the first of the Great Old Ones to rise, heralding the coming of all others and marking the Earth as their battlefield and feeding ground. His form stalks across the frozen landscape, looking for living victims to drain of blood to strengthen his own...
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Who could have guessed that the Yeti was real? Long waiting for the return of their master Ithaqua, the fearsome Gnoph-keh are taken by a terrible bloodlust, the mere scent of the living throwing them into a terrible rage. Those who know them know also that they will never die until their prey is dead as well...
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Perhaps once human, the Wendigos seek only to consume the warm flesh of the survivors of earth, to warm their cold bones and bodies. Their only warning is a loud howl, and those who value their lives flee at the unearthly howl of the Wendigo...
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Those who dwell in the cold and who seek knowledge beyond human ken serve Ithaqua and Rhan-Tegoth, selling their humanity out for forbidden knowledge... should their bodies and minds be able to survive.

Only those who can withstand the coldest of temperatures and seek the highest forms of knowledge can serve as Ithaqua's High Priests...

Even the ice itself serves Ithaqua...
When I get more factions/finish painting my independent Great Old Ones I'll stick them up here too! ^_^

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April 18th, 2018, 1:06 am #2

Whoa that's cool! I didn't know they had a table top game. Definitely have to give it a looksee, how much is that Steam game?
s'neek'eep @ Jun 19 2007 wrote:kinda went outside the box a little...
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Morkskittar
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April 18th, 2018, 1:37 pm #3

Tabletop Simulator is 20 USD, so a bit pricey alas... but the CW mod is free! :D

And of course, the actual base board game (not including expansions) is only 200 USD... :P

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May 24th, 2018, 6:03 pm #4

These are insane Morky ^_^ Well done, man.

f'tang, and all that. :D

You've done a great job on these. Am I right in thinking the cultists for each of the gods are the same figures? If so, you've done a good job differentiating them from each other.
Your Cthulhu live RPG games are going to have the bestest models :)

At some point I will look at it on Steam, and possibly challenge a Mork. ^_^

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