Hobby Hole: The Flesh is Weak!

I have given in and started a new army for Warhammer: The Horus Heresy. I’ve mentioned this on the podcast and while doing my usual rambling intro to The Weekly Fanfare, but these were mere teases, designed to whet your appetite and get you thinking, “what is she doing in her cozy Hobby Hole?” Today, I’m here to unveil my completed pieces so far, talk a little bit about army collecting, and announce something I have in the works for our Party Member subscribers.

The army I’m working on is an Iron Hands space marine force, which I chose for three reasons. The first is their background: For those of you not deep in the Heresy sauce, the Iron Hands are one of the legions that remained loyal to the Emperor, and are mostly known for being almost entirely wiped out at the first real engagement of the conflict, losing their primarch, Ferrus Manus, in the process. Even before this disaster, they weren’t a friendly bunch. Chiefly recruited from the techno-barbarian clans of Ferrus Manus’ homeworld, Medusa, their dad primarch encouraged competition as he drove them to perfect themselves. They’d cultivated a reputation for waging ruthlessly efficient warfare — not quite throwing themselves and their regular human allies into the meatgrinder, but not worrying too much about casualties if it was the best way to achieve an objective, either. In a classically Warhammer case of nominative determinism (Ferrus Manus means “iron hand” btw) they had a penchant for bionics, figuring it was easier to lop off a wounded limb and replace it with a cybernetic prosthetic than to wait for it to heal. Space marines are all deeply fucked up in their own unique and special ways.

After their big defeat and the loss of Manus, the Iron Hands got worse. Much, much worse.