We jump back, through the terrifying vortex of time and space, to the army that started it all…
In 2007, I was introduced to the world of miniature wargaming by a high-school friend. During a day out at the mall, we stopped in Games Workshop where I was treated to a painting lesson from one of the “Red Shirts”. After spending an hour or so, slapping paint haphazardly onto three Battle for Skull Pass Goblins, I left feeling triumphant and excited. The little plastic spears stuck into my leg (I remember I had them in my pocket) and I knew then that I’d be getting stuck into the world of fantasy miniature creation from then on. There was just something so thrilling about bringing these sneaky little gits to life through my own effort.
A few weeks later I splurged and picked up a Battle for Macragge starter set, featuring three heroic Space Marines. One I painted in blotchy, crackling red and gold. The other, I attempted to paint white. The final became an Ultramarine, a true Games Workshop poster-boy.
I built up a small Ultramarines army in that year, however, no photos exist. This is probably for the best.
Of course, I wouldn’t be stopping there.
My next army, a ridiculously massive project for such an early point in my “career”, was a Black Templar successor army called “The Sons of Vergus”.
The Sons of Vergus employed an accidentally plagiarised Dark Angel’s colour scheme and a medieval knight aesthetic that I thought was super cool. The then current Space Marine codex allowed for the creation of DIY chapters with different styles of fighting, and so the Sons of Vergus became violent, up-close-and-personal bastards with a deep hatred for Psykers. Bit Black Templary, huh?
I remember signing up for a Dakka Dakka account in order to find inspiration and share my projects (which I egotistically thought were pretty bloody spectacular), and then writing a document, of about 4,000 words, detailing the bloody history of the chapter, from their formation under Black Templar Marshall Vergus on the ex-Forgeworld Benedictus, to their shattering at the hands of Necrons. Their later rebirth as “The Knights of the Ruin” saw them become a shadow of a Chapter, destroyed beyond all hope by merciless aliens.
I was a pretty cheery teenager.
So without further ado, here’s the complete gallery for “The Knights of the Ruin”, my first major Warhammer army, and basically, my first miniature wargaming army ever. As a bit of a bonus (cringe worthy though, I warn you), I’ve attached that background writing that first appeared on Dakka Dakka in a “read more” at the bottom of this post. Read this horrible history at your own peril!