Friday, December 28, 2012

0 National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation

Screw you Randy Quaid and Chevy Chase for stealing all the lime light in the National Lampoon series.  What the PANDA was the Warner Brothers thinking when they hired those two LOSERS over the like of ME!!!  Well if I have it my way, which is not just good old dead Frank Sinatra's way, I will be the one staring in this years National Lampoon Christmas Vacation.  That's right, the HOTpanda is going on a god damn trip.  Where do you ask?  I'm going to NAM!!!  That's right to VIETNAM baby!!!

For the next three and a half weeks I will not be making my regular rounds here at The Chaos Manifesto or over at my bachelor pad at the Standard Template Construct.  I may from time to time pop my head out of the Ho Chi Minh tunnels for a surprise post or two but overall I will be lost in the jungles of Vietnam.

If for whatever reason I don't make it back, you can presume I have either been sold on the black market for my greasy but delectable meat or have drown myself in my own vomit.  Either one is possible especially when you consider the size of the rump roast I am packing or the quality of food and craft beer I will be stuffing myself with.  In the end on;y time will tell but here's to neither of those happening and a killer new year for all you out there in the blog-o-sphere.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

1 WIP it Wednesday #33: Hungry like the Wolf

Ravenous is an understatement.  Starving to say the least.  Desperate, without a doubt.  Willing to eat anything, including a homeless man's face?  Hell ya!!!  With food shelters dishing out countless bowls of hot steaming soup I thought I would serve up a fresh bowl of Ravenous before I disappear for the next three weeks.  Cutting deep into the fat and straight to the point here is what I have been up to the past few weeks.
 As you can see the blood of the innocent have brought my traitors to life.  On the cusp of battle they too are willing to eat anything placed in front of them.  They have been gobbling up the pots of paint; one after another.  Each one adding to the depth of their vibrancy and complexion.  Each one of them an individual in their own right; willing to stab the back of the one next to him if that means a larger share of the kill.
The only thing that holds them back is alpha wolves that keep them in line.  Fuelled by the hatred of million men they lash out the bristles of my brushes.  Commanding me to paint them with the fury of Khorne.  Impatient in their ways they howl at me in the lonely hours of night.  Impeding my sleep with the screams of hatred I have spent the bulk of my time a slave to their hungry.
To those of you who are akin to the needs of their plight I warn you of the blight that is approaching.  The next three weeks will see the a famine here on the Chaos Manifesto.  Fear not though for when I return their will be a feast of images for all of you to gorge upon.  It is then that I will invite all of you to feed with the pack for we all are hungry like the wolf.

Monday, December 24, 2012

3 Dear Santa Claws: HOTpanda


Dear Santa Claws,

Hey Ho, long time no high five Santa.  I have thought long and hard about what I, a HOTpanda, wants for Christmas.  Unlike the other pandas on the plateau I care little for bamboo or kung-fu lessons.  I want lasers that I can shoot from my eyes and light my cigarettes. That's right you grumpy old man, I said I want LAZERS.  The sheer power that I would possess would allow me to cook the meat off the faces of those I choose to eat.  Chinese remedies my furry little behind.  I will show them a taste of their own medicine that they will never forget.  I will make Godzilla look like a joke.  This is of course when you bring me my shiny new laser eyeballs.  If that is not possible bah humbug to you and your tiny little elves.

For secondary items I have longing for a horse to ride.  My furry little feet are delicate like that of a ballerina. Perhaps something more sinister though, like that of Khorne Juggernaught.  Make it three as you never known when you are going to have to put one down.  You know how it with those reindeer of yours...I am sure you sent hundreds if not more to the glue factory.  Where else would you get all that glue you need to assembly your toys?  Enough about you though as this wish list is about my needs and wants not yours.  With a Juggernaught I could crush the puny little skulls of all those that dare to face me at the gaming tables.  I would be a fearsome rider of hell and behind me would be a pale horse named death.
Not your cup of tea? Well how about hooking me up with a dragon to train.  I know that in past year how to train dragon was high on the wish list so you must have one or two lying around on misfit island.  It may not be lasers or Juggernaughts for eyes but a heldrake would be the next best thing.  They would still enable me the ability to cook their faces before I ate them.  Think about how epic it would look to have a HOTpanda riding on the back of a DRAGON.  That is the kind of  thing you could paint on the side of your van or what some would say dreams are made of.
I know some of these toys are not your average run of the puppy mill kind of toy but I was a good panda this past year.  I have been feverishly working away at expanding my Renegade Space Wolves and even started a Traitor Guard army to be their bitches.  Combine that with the fact that I ate the faces off a crap ton of cheese filled gamers and I have done the world a butt load of good.  I have been a such a good boy that you should give me all three of these awesome gifts of chaos.  That's pretty much it Old Saint Nick, no socks, no bacon stripped underwear, not even a persian rug to wrap the dead hookers in.  Just lasers for eyes, three Juggernaughts and a couple of Heldrakes.  If you can meet your end of the bargain I will make sure that I don't poison the cookies and milk this year.

Yours truly HOTpanda

Friday, December 21, 2012

2 Road to Gottacon 2013 - The List

Phone numbers, addresses, timings, appointments and the list goes on and on and on.  Each letter stains my hands and the words themselves squeeze my grip on reality.  Regardless of the strain that I am feeling I must remember one thing...that I have placed this burden on my shoulders and mine alone. The one task that weighs on me the most though is the seventy five traitors that are screaming at me to stain them with essence of life.  If their demands were not enough they have pledged a Vendetta against me as well.  Condemned to bear their needs alone, I feel the weight of the heavens as the Titan Atlas once did.
With the celestial spheres orbiting overhead and my eyes fixated on the future of my fate I pray to the Demi Gods for salvation.  The date of February first cast a long dark shadow over my existence.  The tournament is to take place that date and while it may seem distance in terms of time and space it is closer than you think.  Between now and then I will be traveling to foreign lands   Three and half weeks will be stolen from the preparation that is needed; leaving me with only twenty two days to weather the storm.  To ensure that both the traitors and myself will meet their fate I have created a list to keep me on track.
21 Dec - Red Gore/Blood Red
22 Dec - Thrakka Green Wash then Blood Red 
23 Dec - Seattle Football Game vs 49ers
24 Dec - Evil Sunz
25 Dec - Chardonnay Granite
26 Dec - Chardonnay Grinte and Nulin Oil wash

27 Dec to 16 Jan - Vietnam

17 Jan - Chardonnay Granite/Adeptus Battle Grey
18 Jan - Adeptus Battle Grey/Codex Grey
19 Jan - Codex Grey & Nulin Oil Wash
20 Jan - Paint Skin on all traitors
21 Jan - 4 x Grey Hunters 
22 Jan - 4 x Grey Hunters
23 Jan - 4 x Grey Hunters
24 Jan - 4 x Grey Hunters
25 Jan - Club Night
26 Jan - Lone Wolves x 2, Sanctioned Psyker and Long Fangs x 4
27 Jan - Vendetta 
28 Jan to 30 Jan - Basing and final touches
31 Jan - Prep for battle
01 Feb - WAR!!!
As one can see the tides of battle leave little time for error.  One slip, one stumble and all could come thundering down.  The battle will not be won in a single day but rather over the course of several.  If all goes according to plan I hope to have not only an army of traitors but belt victory wrapped around my furry little waist.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

2 WIP it Wednesday #33: Santa's Workshop

As the days grow shorter and the night longer I fear that the Chaos within is consuming me.  The conditions are horrific at best and the prospect of completing this task is daunting to say the least.  My deadline may not be on Christmas eve but the lack of days haunts me like the ghost of Christmas past.  He has given me a deadline that imposes on my sanity.  Twenty three days to make and paint just over one hundred models.  The elves our around me are each feverishly working on their own task.  Each of them tolling away the hours with their heads down.  Oblivious to the conditions that surround they are numb from the gallons of milk and cookies they have been forced to eat.
This past weekend the whip was cracked and I was forced to paint model after model.  Not wanting me to taste the feeling of success Santa had me painting via an assembly line.  No thinking required, just paint here and there and then repeat over and over and over.  No breaks could be afford which meant that I would not be fed either.  Instead Santa teased me with his milk and cookies while his reindeer played their games.

I feared for my life and my sanity as the days began to melt into each other.  Like Las Vegas his toy shop has no windows or clocks.  The concept of time is covered in a blanket of snow.  Jolly Saint Nick he is not.  Rather he is a demon summoned from the depth of hell.  A slave master with heart of coal.  His decrypted smile flogging me with words far from joy or kindness.  He cracks the whip again and screamed "to all a good night".

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

5 WIP it Wednesday #32: Platoon Command Squad

Tracing his grimy fingers across the prisoners face, he savoured the fear that filled its eyes.  They both knew what fate had in store for the prisoner; one of them cherished thought while the other one chocked on his own anxiety.  He wished in tongues of what his God yearned from his pathetic existence.   Just like how they both knew what was coming they both new the god that he talked about.  The trophies of his captors previous kills and the iconography that adorned his armour were clearly that of the Blood God.  The one drew his final breath as the other drew his chain sword.  The prisoner's last words echoed into the warp, "Save your souls for The Ravenous are here..." Wiping the bloodstain of the fallen off his face he stared down upon the master piece that he had just created.  The twisted smile spoke a thousand words.  Each word separated into five more.  Each one depicting countless acts of atrocities.  Each of them orders that were delivered from one man.  Fear was his tool and deception was his aid.  Surrounded with an entourage of traitors and thugs there was little doubt that he would stain the galaxy in the blood of the innocent.
Lets dispense with the descriptive words and cut down the meat away from each of these models.  Each one of them is a unique HOTpanda conversion, kitbash or whatever you want to call it.  Either way they are my models, they are my Traitor Guard Platoon Command Squad.  The Platoon Commander himself is primarily based off GW's Empire Wizard kit, which by the way is full of devious bits that are featured throughout my Traitor Guard army.  The face, rebreather mask and gernades are al form an Imperial Guard Command kit.  His left hand was stolen from a Forge World Renegade Militia Enforcer.  To help offset his frail appearance I wanted his right army to be that of a Vampire Crypt Ghoul.  The subtleness of this harmony creates a deception point from which the Platoon Command wields like a power sword.  

To the Officers right is the apple of my eye; a mutant.  Derived from a series of unlikely combinations this brute is beauty at its purest.  An Ork Nob torso, the legs and arms of a Cadian.  What puts this model over the top though is the mutated spawn head.  Last but not least is a dash of terminators armour.  Elegant.
Not quite as sophisticated as the mutate the skull faced Cadian model is just that.  Stealing a Chaos Marauder's mace and adding in some guitar string I feel that I have coveted this model with just the right amount of malice.  The next model lingers in background of each picture; lurking on the fringe of the peripheral, hiding the shadows.  Like the basis of the bulk of my models the body is comprised from a Cadian solider.  Repeating the same success from the Officer I gave this shadow operative arms from a Forge World Renegade Militia.  What is special about this figure though is that his head is that of a Secret Weapon Miniatures bit.  Specifically a sans helmet gas mask bit.  Clipping away the gas mask canister I was able to create a ninja like look to the model.   Last but not least is my take on Chris from Sippin' on Paint Water leather faced traitor. Gruesome is the only way to describe this chainsword wielding nutcase.

This is but the tip of the iceberg.  Wednesday WIPs will be feature each of the various 51 traitor guard that I myself have cobbled together.  Amongst the stains of their sins the beauty of Khorne can be found.  Each one of them is a unique model that I can call my own.  Each one twisted from the roots of their existence into some more foul then the one next to them.  Each of the more Ravenous then the other.

Monday, December 10, 2012

5 Sister Champions of Chaos Contest: The Winners

Champions of Chaos come in all forms and sizes but it those that spread the word of its' dark ruinous powers that deserve to be rewarded.  Here at The Chaos Manifesto I want to celebrate two such individuals.  Both them not only preached the foul incarnations of the Chaos but they each perpetrated the Eye of Terror itself.  Their participation in the Standard Template Construct's contest, Champions of Chaos, have caught both my attention and that of the Gods.  Through their hard work and dedication to the ruinous powers they have made me cry tears of blood.  For that I thank them but more importantly I am here as a herald to reward them.  Without further ado the true Champions of Chaos, the winners, of my sister contest are:

Zab from Almost Perftec wins the Mystery Prize.

Cpyke from Angels of Death wins a GW Gift Certificate for $15. 

To claim your gifts from the Dark Gods each of you need to leave me a comment here on this post with how I can get in touch with you.  Congratulations to both of you for not only entering my contest here at The Chaos Manifesto but for entering the Contest over at Standard Template Construct.  To the rest of you please head on over to the Standard Template Construct and vote for what you consider t be the best painted and the best converted model.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

4 WIP it Wednesday #31: Their Will Be Blood

With my army list in hand the path to destruction is now in my crosshairs.  My target GottaCon 2013.  The plan is take it down this year with a performance better than last year.  No easy goal by any means considering that I placed eighth overall, with a third place standings in sportsmanship and painting/modelling.  The tournament had sixty warlords vying for gods to smile down on them.  With this in mind I set out on building the models that I would need to take the convention down.  In total I would be building a foot army dedicated to the Blood God.  This army is to be spearheaded by a Renegade Space Wolf force that is joined by a company of imperial guard traitors.  In total I am looking at fielding a hundred and one models in a 1750pt game.  To be precise I am talking about forty nine power armoured freaks with fifty two traitor guardsmen.  Nothing to scoff at by any means.  
This past week I set about recruiting the fifty two traitors that the army was going to need. They are the cannon fodder, the work horse, for my blood filthy army. Looking deep into the dark vengeance that drives these renegades I set forth on creating each of them as an individualistic as possible. With a strong urge to have each platoon stand out from the one next to name I leaned heavily on the forge world's of chaos to provide me a hand.
Lingering on the edge of this cease pool of filth are two Lone Wolves.  Each of them keeping these scumbags from stabbing the back of the one next to him.  Each of them a ticking time bomb ready to be uleashed on my unsuspecting foes.  Personally I could care little about their pathetic existence as they are but a distraction of resilience.  If they die they will be replaced with by another outcast.  If they live they will be granted another chance to spill their own blood for the all mighty Khorne.   This is but a glimpse into the future for these warriors of chaos have only taken the first step in the evolution.  Minor adjustments to each them will be made.  Primmer and paint will be applied.  The outcome of what is to come is uncertain but thing is inevitable, there will be blood. 


Saturday, December 1, 2012

2 STC Saturdays: Se7en Deadly Sins vs The Lost Room


The hatred runs deep...deep into my veins...coursing through my flesh and bone.  Boiling my blood and churning my flesh.  There is no end, means or reasons for my internal hate.  It is as much apart of me as the blistering sun is as part of the sky.  It has resided in me since the birth of my existence.  My life has flowed with the ebb of it lust for blood.  Smouldering amongst a whirl wind of acrid smoke and anger.  Inwards I direct it towards the damnation of my soul.  Unleashing my eternal hell through the end of barrel.  Leaving nothing behind but the legacy of my wrath.

The myth the sanity that I left behind is the stranger who shares the bed in my room.  A bitter old baster who drags me down into the filth of his mind.  Corrupting and twisting the visions of my work into the images that fester behind his skull.  I try to pay it no heed but its' twisted ways contort the fate of my free will.  Alone I am left with nothing.  Together we possess the power to melt and corrupt the entire imperium.  
The essence of this model was captured within the visage that came before my very eyes.  Straight from the depths of purgatory itself.  This is but the first step of many for the inner workings of my mind continue to grind away at the stone.  Lacking an inner fortitude of chaos it sits in a limbo of its own making.  Waiting and fester away at both our souls.  My wrath begins to boil.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Monday, November 26, 2012

2 Monday Musings of a Mantic #3: 1750pts Space Wolves

The blood of another coats my face in an oil slick film. Dropplets of the crimson ichor tickle my tongue with rage. Malice and wraith begin to course through my viens. Spewing out blasphemous words and litanies of hate. My corpse begin to contort and twist into impossible positions.  Enslaved for eternity to the only true God, I scream out his the various encarnations of its' name. Lord of Blood, Keeper of the Throne of Skulls and last but not least KHORNE!!!

Stumbling across the battlefields of death I come to the realization that the army Khorne wants me to lead is not my own but rather that of the blood on my face.  Sadden by its' lack of faith in my imagination I dare not question the God of Hate.  Its' voice reverberates through my feeble skull; causing hair line fractures through out it. Drawing upon the inspiration of others he allows me to make minor changes to suit my own needs.  I dare not show Khorne my appreciations through words as I know that the only thing that matter to it is loss of life but more importantly the spilling of innocent blood.  Furiously I scribble out the architect to animosity into flesh of my own body for all of you to see, scorn and criticize.

SPACE WOLVES - Main Detachment
100 - Rune Priest: Living Lighting & Stormcaller
100 - Rune Priest: Bolter, Jaws & Living Lighting (Exchange for 2 rolls on Divination)
085 - Lone Wolf:  Terminator Armour, Storm Shield & Chainfist
085 - Lone Wolf:  Terminator Armour, Storm Shield & Chainfist
175 - Grey Hunters x 10: Plasma x 2 & Power Axe
175 - Grey Hunters x 10: Plasma x 2 & Power Axe
170 - Grey Hunters x 10: Melta x 2 & Power Axe
170 - Grey Hunters x 10: Melta x 2 & Power Axe
115 - Long Fangs x 5: Missile Launchers x 4

IMPERIAL GUARD - Allied Detachment
070 - Primaris Psyker: Force Axe
030 - Platoon Command Squad:
075 - Infantry Squad: Krak Grenades, Flamer & Power Axe
075 - Infantry Squad: Krak Grenades, Flamer & Power Axe
075 - Infantry Squad: Krak Grenades, Flamer & Power Axe
075 - Infantry Squad: Krak Grenades, Flamer & Power Axe
045 - Special Weapon Squad: Flamer x 3
130 - Vendetta: Twinlinked Lascannons x 3 

1750 - Total Points

While the list itself is not Chaotic in nature the essence of Khorne is rooted deeply within its' bones.  While the list may play upon the strengths of the codex over the cannon of Khorne I ask that you here me out.  This army is but a moment in time for this renegade pack of wolves.  Still set in the ways of their forefathers reminisce of their past still linger.  The Rune Priest are the most prevalent of them and strike out in contrast to popular belief.  For me though I see it as the final string to a severed tendon; dangling by only a thread.  I look down upon them as the ancestor to that of the Dark Apostle.  Their mouths spit out guttural and blood-flecked gibberish that bestow the gifts of Khorne himself on to his followers.  Khorne simply loves them for their inner blood lust and hate.  Not quite refine in their ways of worship he turns a blind eye to their innocent and ignorant ways.  In time they will come to understand its' wraith and traits but until then Khorne will hold their hand within his clenched fist of rage.

What makes the Blood God smile upon them is their inner urge to the spill the blood of those around them.  Rushing forth into the fray of close combat this army lacks an overall presence of long range support.  It makes up for this with the sheer audacity of their close combat proneness.  All but two units are branded to the horrors that await them in the arms of Donnybrook.  They are but a means to an end, a distraction, a tool of destruction and bloodshed.  The darkness of corruption runs rampant throughout this army.  From the conglomerate renegade guardsman that have shed their heavy weapons for intimate instruments of war.  Bathing the enemies of Khorne in the inferno flames of his rage.  Combine with the duel Rune Priest this unit provides a wealth of dexterity both in terms of destruction and deterrence.  While they rush forward to the nirvana of death their brethren in arms, the Grey Hunters, stalk the peripheral of havoc for opportunities of violence.  These four wolf packs are the heart and soul of this army.   They are but disciples of Khorne Berzerkers.  While the two lone wolves are but a distraction of malicious fortitude.  Only time itself will determine the fate of the Imperium, while many will fall in his name their will always be war and blood for the Blood God.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

8 Saturday Shout Out #19: Contest-STC Champion of Chaos

The darkness clouds the mind when you walk out of the light for 12 days in search of knowledge. The 12 days of chaos is now behind us but the Standard Template Construct isn't ready to turn its attention elsewhere just yet. To truly celebrate all that is evil and new with our hobby we felt now was the best time to kick off our first contest. A contest that will rewarded not only the followers of Chaos but those of the Standard Template Construct.  Two Champions of Chaos will be rewarded a $50 gift certificates from Secret Weapon Miniatures.  If you think you have what it takes for the Dark Gods to smile down upon you then head on over to the Standard Template Construct.

A boon of Chaos has mutated this very essence of this contest and all those that seek to be exalted by the Dark Gods.  As a messenger of to those that are seeking a new champion I have been granted to reward two more followers of Chaos.  In order for me to even look your way though you have to leave a foul hearted comment here, be a follower of Chaos, The Chaos Manifesto and Standard Template Construct.  One of you that are a devote cultist will be chosen randomly by the gods themselves to receive an undisclosed gift.  While the second one will be chosen by those of you who help spread the word of Chaos by posting a shout out on your own blog.  Ensure that you leave a blasphemous comment on this post with a link to your own blog if you want to be considered by the Dark Gods.  This Champion of Chaos will receive a GW gift certificate based off of how many new followers that the Standard Template Construct receives.

00-19 New Members = $5
20-29 New Members = $10
30-39 New Members = $15
40-49 New Members = $20
50-up New Members = $25

As it stands right now the Standard Template Construct has 123 followers.    If you are still standing here is dismay at which gift you wish to be blessed with you are wasting your time and that of the Dark Gods.  Go forth now and do as they have commanded and perhaps they will smile down upon your feeble soul in the month of December.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

0 STC Saturdays: Se7en Deadly Sins vs The Lost Room

Lost in the madness of discontent I began to foam at the mouth.  Blinded from the resentment of what what lurked behind the filth, I had to have what they were hiding from me.  Unable to comprehend the ether-scape of the world around me, I stumble into the darkness.  Relying on my other senses I cautiously looked for a way into their rooms.  Their rooms though possessed untold items of corruption.  I longed to caresses them in my delicate finger tips.  I longed to taste the acidic oder that each of them gave off.  Creeping deeper into the chaos I hunted for an opening that would grant me access; nothing presented itself though.  If I could not have the happiness that each of these items gave them then I would destroy all that stood before me and my envy.
What better way to represent the sin of envy then to house it in the chamber of a sniper rifle.  Embalming the model within the husk of a Vampire Ghoul I set forth on my journey into the inferno.  Along the way I scoured the fallen souls, of those who had given up.   A kroot rifle was the first item that I had found and knew at once that this would make the perfect weapon for envy.  I began to riffle through the dead bodies around me for I knew the final pieces to the golem were within my grasp.  A rotting marines corpse not only gave me an optic scope for reaching out into the horizon but a trophy for which to keep envy company.  I began to sculpt the envy into the decrepit sin that had once ruled its life.  Not wanting or allowing it to see what I possessed I gouged out it's eyes before I crawled out of the abyss. 

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

4 Monday Musings of a Mantic #2: 1750 Space Wolves with IG Allies

Discontent rages through my veins at both the Chaos Space Marine Bible and at a local promoter's , rules for an upcoming tournament of champions.  Frustrated at his decision to only allow battle brothers, I felt that my renditions of the ruinous powers were flat footed.  I could not get myself to stand behind any of the list I created let out pour my heart and soul into raising an army for the Dark Gods.  Beaten and bruise I sulked into the darkness of the warp where my wraith festered from within.  Turning my stomach into knots while contorting my thoughts.  As the blade cut deep into my skin my blood began to pour out onto the altar. Curdling instantly as the arcane words spilled forth from my tongue acting as the catalyst to ignite the air around me.  Blood began to drip from my eyes and ears as I bowed down before him as the Blood God himself answered my prays.

The following list is dedicated to the loving memory of the Blood God himself, Khorne.  While it may not place emphasis on the notion of a favourite number it does put bloodshed first and foremost.  Have a looks first then cry fowl after you have analysis the blood stains from which this list was documented in.

SPACE WOLVES - Main Detachment
215 - Wolf Guard Battle Leader: Thunder Wolf, Runic Armour, Storm Shield,  Thunderhammer & Fenrisian Wolves x 2
210 - Wolf Guard Battle Leader: Thunder Wolf, Runic Armour, Storm Shield, Frost Blade & Fenrisian Wolves x 2
085 - Lone Wolf:  Terminator Armour, Storm Shield & Chainfist
175 - Grey Hunters x 10: Plasma x 2 & Power Axe
175 - Grey Hunters x 10: Plasma x 2 & Power Axe
180 - Grey Hunters x 10: Melta x 2 & Powerfist
180 - Grey Hunters x 10: Melta x 2 & Powerfist
120 - Fenrisian Wolves x 15

IMPERIAL GUARD - Allied Detachment
060 - Company Command Squad: Autocannon x 1 
040 - Platoon Command Squad: Autocannon x 1
060 - Infantry Squad: Autocannon x 1
060 - Infantry Squad: Autocannon x 1
060 - Infantry Squad: Autocannon x 1
130 - Vendetta: Lascannons x 3 

1750 = Total Points
As you can see I have created not one but three large blobs of warriors.  The two Thunder Wolf Battle Leaders and their pack of hounds, forty Grey Hunters and thirty seven renegades.  Throw in a long wolf and a vendetta and I have a grand total of ninety seven dedicated followers of Khorne.  The concept is to simply overload my opponent with a plethora of targets; each durable in size and threat.  The biggest threat is the Wolf Guard Battle Leaders and their dogs of war.  These two beast are wrapped in a protective bubble of fur.  If that wasn't enough I threw in some storm shield for those vulnerable situations.  They are the tip of the spear; the main detraction that will be ramming itself down my opponent face.  Covering their movement while be the blob of renegades.  Sliding in to provide some extra level of annoyance is the Lone Wolf.  Last but not least I have a Vendetta to provide some anti flyer support and if needed to carry the Platoon Command Squad as means to grabbing an objective.  Overall I think I will have a blast playing with this army but thought some of you could help me polish it first.  Cheers.