Mountain fortress interior: Interspatial corridor conducers; courtyard; underpass
Mountain fortress: various engineering antechambers and tactical bays
Mountain fortress interior: power regulator hall
GDR Landstormer Armored Attack Vehicle
Janya Cyger- wife of Cade Cyger, has sided with Ryzar's denomination having resigned herself to the certainty of the entity's imminent mastery of all existence.
Global Defense Restitution (GDR) Jyrad T-S14 Copperhead Class Interceptor
Gurat-Holt NX-115 Hammerhead Gunship (lead interdiction craft Ryzar's Siege armies)
Lt Kara Flynn- wielder of the Scythedriver
- or at least she will be come her revised uniform (second image)
Granger-Orbach G-3S Hummingbird Medical Freighter
Q9-R- TAC (Terrestrial Armoured) Counter-personnel vorg (automaton)
Cade Cyger and Nargun (on the same side?)
Time-faring Voidernaut Trooper"This is a temporal quarantine zone. You may take your chances wearing these explosivests to go down the line and eliminate your earliest identified ancestors... or await the hour and face the arrival from the coming Dark Age of your final known descendants. We strongly recommend the former."Aldarus Orbis Terrarum
- International map of Gods' primary planet Aldar
Concept for Theeldor City as seen from cave of Mount Ryzar.
Concept sketch and painting of Gods' Lord of the Dead, Dargoth"It may well be true that death as a fate is nothing to be afraid of. But Death as a person..."
Mt Ryzar power chamber "I'm getting the feeling this 'free energy' supply isn't so free."
Early concept promo painting
Thumbnail sketches of Nargun, Cade Cyger and some Mt Ryzar fortress interiors
Gods' protagonists' leader is the Scryer
, Elder white witch of the ancient so-called Council of Light. Now relegated to spectral form, her holographic projection rune allows her to command the field of battle from her lieutenants' gunship the Cerebus. "'Thread that crossfire,' she says. Like she's got a body to lose!" - Cerebus
Captain Lloyd Raines.
Assisting the Scryer is her triune of druidic adepts, the Light Council- borne in their shuttle Lazarus
Ryzar's Grand Vizier, Dr Jelial Quaril."The first rule of psychological warfare is to realise we're all our own worst enemy. Let the enemy to frag themselves up."
Close-up of Fortress superstructure
Slayers of Valdor, capital nation of the planet Aldar. "It takes more than a whole mess of firepower to hold off a wave of Stormkings- but it helps."
More mechs here. The Battlelords- fanatical disciples of the mountain fortress lord Ryzar
- have at their disposal a league of flying and ambulatory attack vehicles with which to rout the almost completely unprepared populations of the planet Aldar and the wider Gods
cosmos..."You hear somethin?"
Cade Cyger and Nargun"On wings of fire seek fleshbound realm, 'tis sight profane face thy gilded glare."
Starstriker First Officer Bovasso- Reya Systems GR-1 FRAD Class Navigation Vorg. You just flytipped the spent core into one of the holiest known relics ever, you nork! I coulda squeezed another half parsec outta that!"
Theeldor City overlooking Lake Jarede"Barricade's history- we need to fall back to downtown!"
"Downtown? Where in hell've you been, Thompson?"
Dargian Leviathan Class SST-12 Battlecruiser."So much for the face your saved with all your bridge-burning, Tieron!"
"Ah- Commander Strathern- Dargians astern! Battlecruiser- and it's with the President!"
"Yeah, well 'scuse me if I don't break out the party poppers, Walden."
Rangar Pejoran- five-foot Kestarian psionic spy from the Breslen system.
"Ghan vok rankri smon dastra""Let's see if he flies as well as he spills his guts to incursors.""Rang, how 'bout you just sit this one out okay- I got this."
Another promo pic
Captain Rayken Shorde of the fighting freighter Starstriker
. A notorious industrial saboteur-for-hire and freebooter, Shorde nevertheless throws his weight behind the Hold's plight against the incursion of the Dark Gods into his adopted realm.
Shorde was condemned to be encased in his battlemask from birth, yet he remains oblivious that his mentor- for not entirely altruistic reasons- recently impanted his false memory that the 'casket' is but a recent and voluntary affectation.
Shorde's true identity could spell salvation or damnation for the besiged worlds of the Gods
universe. "Oh- uh... Hi, Ray. Didn't, uh- didn't see you there. Guess, uh- guess you need to get going, now that old jalopy of yours's good to hit sky, huh?"
"Be a while yet. Your mother’s well?”
“Huh? Oh- yeah. Yeah, she’s ok. Bit of chest infection, third this year so she’s a bit down... plus what with this whole end of the world deal'll n' all-"
Court martialled demolitionist Dannick McQ is nobody's idea of a hero, but nobody could ever accuse him on not following through on an assignment."I know. But, see, working back from my list, seems there's still this thing hanging over everything since Outpost K. Kind of embarrassing, really- hate to even bring it up, but more than that I hate loose ends. 'Specially when it comes to someone's failure to discharge his duty..."
"Fragging hell, Dan- are you serious??"
Fundamental to Ryzar's conquest of the universe's oldest surviving planet is the lifeforce-shielded, endless labyrinth of rock encasing the dark god's Command & Control Centre. Every shard-laden turn among its stratosphere-scraping mesas leads to a warren of searing defense mechanisms and spectral sentries with which evolution never intended to burden the world. "You have no cause to hide. We know you want peace. We seek only to bring you that gift."
Much of the ubiquitous and seemingly homogeneous debris roaming the cosmos is abundant with bounties of which man knows nothing, but the war machine of Ryzar's Black Legion
Ceremonial regalia adorning Mt Ryzar's processional avenue halls.
Gaunt processing chamber- from the realm of life, to the Great Beyond."The inside... is the same as the outside. There's nothing to separate them except our insistence. You understand?"
"I really have been carrying you all these years, haven't I Drayton?"
Bax Harriman... reptilian scrap iron dealer- in truth, a sideline to the his sidearm dealing.
Since he won't let anyone else test his merchandise, he is very proficient with them- and very lucky... and hence not a lizard you want to cross, especially when you've got an army of undead fascist shocktroopers on your back.
Bax is is himself on the run from Arch Deacon Lest Radan's order of psychic monks, who have not taken kindly to a missed shipment of motor-razor mines needed to protect their monumentally valuable cache of Lost War
'Hold' sharpshooter Stengaard Pasha can thread a bullet through the eye of a needle a mile off in a hurricane... but has still to sight a decent barber.
The Scryer, chief druidess of the Lightlord Council and leader of the Hold resistance against the millennium-gestating- and now full blown- Great Incursion into our dimension.
"You've lost it Scryer- it's force that'll win this war- not whatever peacenik hocus-pocus you've been cooking in your little hidey-hole while the world's burning!"
"A lot going on in there, isn't there, Major Cyger?"
The Incursion makes no bones about targeting and trapping fleeing civilians to boost the numbers of its Gaunt legions.
Ryzar's Tomb Palace
The Door of Dementia
GDR (Global Defence Restitution) nuclear drill boring attempt to infiltrate the Mountain fortress from below.
Those who 'successfully' resist being Turned by the Gaunts are swiftly deposited into the deeper pockets of Mount Ryzar's catacombs, where a possibly worse fate awaits them...
Lt Kara Flynn's overtures of diplomacy are blocked at every turn by the forces conspiring to return Ryzar to the world. Once the being is rendered manifest, she becomes less conflicted about taking up arms against them... but secretly using Cade Cyger's son as a decoy in order to conscript old- and soon evidently suspect- allies, soon begins to eat at her."I know feel bad about the kid, Kar, but you do know the saying 'an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.'"
"Well maybe that’ll slow up everyone tearing strips off each other for five seconds."
Overlord Nargun's battleblade Hailstormer
is rather more open than other 'charged' weapons about where it draws its power from.
Rager on the hunt
Ryzar's Sphinxes - fifty-foot tall walking bunker busters - are themselves able shrug off all but the most concerted aerial bombardment.
Dogfights in Battlespace..
Loosening up sketches
Mountain Fortress - recessed meridian staging city"Two inbound on the south wall, Lord Nargun. "
"Then they're running out of ideas."
Ryzar, ancientmost of the Elder gods, has been long in bed with forces steeped deeper yet in darkest prehistory.... a pact whose nature the being should have perhaps scrutinized more closely before undertaking a war dependent on their unquestioning obedience."Heed them raise their peaceful hand.... now I take my knife... fill the night with scare..."
Some of you may have noticed a bit of a horror vibe from a few of the images, but I figure the Mundar yaks are- unintentionally- the most disconcerting of this thread's menagerie of characters.
Rayken Shorde head studies. "Cyger- I need you to put that...
fruit... down.""Ray, I'm starting to think I'll never remember when I last ate. These things may look like they came out the back end of a bullrat but they smell like the best thing to come off a tree since frikkin' Eden."
"'That's 'cause they
are from Eden. Specifically, Lorn- first rock ever lumbered with the snot smears that ended up as you and me. Well you, anyway. Yam down one those things and inside a minute you'll curl up so bad, death by gut shot'll seem like the best Christmas you ever had."
"Figures- feels like I followed the scent here all the way from the ravine. Looks like whoever owns this boat's hauling enough to honeytrap half a planet-
"Well it's sure not for his
own amusement. This spread doesn't exactly scream Evil Genius. Am I boring you?"
"'Rad counter's going AWOL that direction- buck gets ten whatever was stored at far end of this hold lately's what the guy took as payment."
assumed that oak leaf didn't come out of a cracker. You...
do know what AWOL
"Mm? Uh, yeah. Sure. Sure...""Nothin' like a good shoot, huh, sarge?""Shuddup, Nichols!"
GDR (Global Defense Restitution) Shocktrooper
The Global Defense Restitution governing the planet Aldar fail to get the ragtag pockets superhuman Slayers on message over plans to tackle the Great Incursion
With swathes of the population already scoured or Turned by the enemy, the claims of the 'battlefield'-suited renegades that the enemy's defenses include an all-destroying, impassable failsafe go unheard.
Not to be outdone, the GDR troops dig up a slew of old heavy plant long consigned to history for a reason.
Busted-down Grenadier Sgt Vance Hillbrandt fancies himself as the venerable leader-in-all-but-name of infantryman Major Cade Cyger's rowdy band of Slayers, and something of a surrogate father to the man himself.
While he's not exactly deluded, both the Lightlord High Priestess known as the Scryer and Defence Vice Secretary Amber Weststar soon prove themselves higher up the chain of command.
Conversely, Cyger possessed only the most threadbare handle on his own work-life balance to begin with. When the enemy take his own son hostage at the commencement of the invasion, he soon becomes anything but anyone's blue-eye boy."Hell’re you all still skulkin’ around for? Hustle!"
Though spared the rigours of physical combat and free to ruminate in her garden temples within the Fortress, Battlelord Commander Cyviah bears the responsibility of warding off the telepathic 'attacks' (ie negotiation entreaties to her Lordmaster Ryzar) from the Scryer."No, seriously, Kate- Fenn may be Captain frikkin' Cro-mag but his baby is just too frickin' cute- I'm probably gonna have to have it for dinner."
Unsuprisingly Aldar's populations take exception to Mt Fortress's Gaunt troopers Turning to them to beef up their already considerable numbers. However the sight of one training an 'Iron Crucix' on you from the rafters can work wonders to convince of the upside of conscription.
Some early FX-test sequentials, undialogued. All a little testosterADD, but didn't turn out as far off from the kaleidoscopic grandeur I was aiming for as I expected.
Vale Kraths stalk the dustbowls between the happy foothills of Mount Fortress, delivering dimension-exiling stings aplenty to lost stragglers and beaten path naysayers.
Mount Fortress - Shield Projector Gate
Rayken Shorde - alternate costume design
GDR Infiltration Trooper
Rayken Shorde on jusk beast
Aldaran civilian evacuation transport
Salvaged sidearms - Valdoran urban resistance
Hyperion reconnaissance shuttles
Scryer's Hawkwing escorts, comprised of fugitive Slayer pilots
Mine dwellers' security vorg
Another sequential art test...
Starstriker - augmented design.
Rayken Shorde clocks an admirer.
Siege Legion Lancer Destroyer
So there's a a guy in this story who gets turned into a cyborg for not pulling his weight. If you ask me it's win win, but he kinda has a problem with it. Dude's name is Wrench, formerly Science Director Garrett of the Black Lamp supersoldier project.
Rayken Shorde pursued (pencils for opening panel of 'Gods')
Cade Cyger's battleblade is part of him. And now he's gonna make it part of you. The dude's selfless like that.'Uhhh... hey, Arch- mind getting your ass over here? I got absolutely no idea what the hell this is."
Odds n' ends part 2
Slayer Brig Holden
wields a P-10 Sinesco Tribune Chargebow
. His favouring of HEAP (High Explosive Armour Piercing) arrows compensates somewhat for his less than legendary aim. His more than legendary reputation with the ladies presumably enables him to sleeps nights, however... or not, as it were.
Fortress Core Shaft"Just promise me you're not gonna wig out over the heights this time, Cade- I got a lot riding on this raid."
"Anything you ever not got a lot riding on? Just pass me the freakin' chute, already."