Tzeentch. The Foundlings of Tzeentch

'Before the bright cacophonous advance came the strangest of tides, a host of twisted and malformed hounds that called out in bark and cry as they lopped on and stranger still was their riders that sat aside their hunched backs and shoulders. Tiny forms, like children coloured as to wine, as if they had been dipped into a vineyards press, and stranger still was their countenance For each wore not a face but a part, one an eye and another a nose. It was as if a great face had been raised up and shattered and its parts laid up on each child's sleeping that they might wake and carry it as their own.
Though they stood no higher than my waist i had no breath to laugh for their mad and murderous intent was clear and had emptied my lungs in fear. I know not what brought me lower, that they were apart or that might come together again in some greater madness.

Pikeman Cartin, 1st Standing Stone Border Milita.
Survivor of the Candle Tower Massacre.


The public face of the Church of Transmogrification is a merciful and beneficent one. All are welcomed and none are turned away, no matter their crime or deformity, no matter how unloved and unwanted.
The mutant and criminal have found their way through the church doors but young and abandoned are also taken in and found a place under the Lord of Changes gaze. The smallest are given over to the hungers of sharper mouths with the congregation while the more able are taken into service.
Life expectancy is short for many, exposure to the high levels of magic and the warp poison some while others dissolve into multicoloured hue or cloud, collapsing into a scented incense drift or bright smudge against the wall. Some mutate into bright insects or small twisted gargoyle like shapes that swarm and inhabit the small spaces of the church. Some endure and joined the ranks of the Foundlings, their bodies given over to a single sense and their minds joined, sustained by magic and used by the church masters to extend their visions. The founding act as spies for the Church in times of peace and as scouts and saboteurs when battle is joined, ranging ahead of the main lines or skulking round the edges to see what might be missed.

In constructing the Foundlings I used Chaos war hounds and a selection of Halfings and Marauder Miniature Goblins. Saddle cloths, saddles and their altered faces were then built up with Green Stuff.
Prior to this project i have only really worked with GS as a filler but my first attempt at sculpting (very crudely!) with the Slann War Tortoise encouraged me to keep trying and forming the shields and these features are the most complex I have done so far.

The Warband so far, taller figures to come as well!