I thought it was time that I finished up the various Chaos models that have been lurking half-finished on my desk for months. So, here we go.
It is said that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. If you're a chaos cultist, however, it's probably paved with bits of other cultists, who are just as disposable as you. The Imperium is crawling with criminals, lasgun nuts and crazies who think Horus should be emperor, and it only takes a small push to send these dupes rushing forward to soak up some bullets for the chaos gods.
This guy was made out of a metal Catachan torso that I got in a job lot. For some reason, he was missing both legs and one arm. I added plastic Catachan legs and a sword arm from an old chaos marauder (they're the only models with muscles as silly and over-developed as the Catachans). Now he is leading his colleagues forward to glory (ie horrible death).
Many chaos marines are veterans of the Horus Heresy, or are renegades who have defected from the Imperium. After all, the Imperium is already halfway to being a hellhole, so you might as well go the whole hog and fly your spaceship into a literal hole to Hell. On occasion, the chaos powers themselves will conjure up a marine from scratch, and once in a very long while, a cultist might even survive long enough to ascend to the ranks of marinehood.
These are older plague marine models. The standard bearer and plasma gun man are from around 2000, and the little chap with the nurgling on his shoulder is even older: he appears in the blue catalogue from the 1990s. The tubes coming from plasma gun man's helmet had been hacked up, so I sculpted some unpleasant biological pipes instead. The standard bearer had a couple of rusty spikes added to his shoulder pad, to mimic the ones on his banner and helmet.
The really old marine wasn't converted, but I'd been saving him a suitably ancient backpack, which turned out to be very big and which attached at a weird angle that I didn't like. Instead, I gave him a leftover backpack from the old Dark Vengeance set, which is smaller and fits the model very well. He's especially dinky, and his two friends are noticeably smaller than the current batch of plague marines, but maybe Nurgle has favoured them with a delightful shrinking disease. That's the great thing about chaos - anything goes, and it usually goes very wrong.
And then, after many centuries of raising Hell and dodging spawndom, a chaos marine may rise to commanding his own squad - perhaps his own warband and a deeply unwholesome familiar. Best of all, such a warrior will receive a helmet worthy of his status. Lucky chap!
This is the last of the five champions based on Havoc bodies. He's huge, like the other ones in the group, and I'd probably field him as a terminator. This guy has arms from the new chaos marine sprues, a backpack that I've had lying around for ages, and a completely ridiculous helmet that once belonged to a fantasy chaos knight. I modelled him shaking his fist, for maximum arch-villainy. He'll be indestructible, provided that he never nods again.