Eada

The conversion for Eada came very intuitively, as the aim was to create a Assassin for AoS using the Callidus :) sadly there is not picture of the work in progress for this one, but I've tried to list the components I used to do this conversion. I hope it'll be to your liking.

I had to gather a couple of different bits:

The right arm is a mix of Skaven bits and Dark elves, as to the left one is made out of a corsair dagger.

The head is a standard skull which I had to cut to make it fit the head (which I also had to reshape a bit). The back pack is, if my memory serves me well, from a liberator kit, the boots needed some Greenstuff on its top to give more texture.

Finally the cloth and front scroll are just made out of green stuff, while the skirt (on her bottom), is just a simple freehand. Well we all know that going fully naked to war might be a bit risky, especially if you meet Slaanesh followers.

The paintjob:

 Skin : Cadian Fleshtone  with a wash of Seraphim Sepia, then enlightened with some Elf Flesh

The blue :  A base Sotek Green, shade of Coelia Greenshade , layer of Sotek Green and edge and battle damages with Blue Horror

The white : Base of Administratum Grey highlighted with Ceramite white or white P3 with a drop of white ink Liquitex

The Gold : Greedy Gold Army painter, Seraphim Sepia and Agrax Earthshade to give some volume then lightened up with Greedy Gold. The edge with Greedy gold + Mithril Silver

Silver : Gun metal Army painter, shade with Nuln Oil, light with Mithril Silver, then some very diluted Sotek Green so as to give a subtle of blue reflection on the armor !

 

 Eada's childhood was marked by violent brawls and an uncanny will to survive. Growing up in the gutters of Sunheim, she emerged as a rebellious child and successfully escaped the city through a lost realmgate leading to Ulgu as if somehow a darkness had called her.

No one knows what happened during her eight years journey in the realm of Shadow. But when she came back, her path lead her directly to imprisonment and torture. She was found by the Order lurking inside the city, her right arm cut to the elbow and dripping in blood. The Light-Sisters saw the markings on her, and recognised it as an orphan of Sunheim. They wanted to understand what had caused her to leave Sunheim, but even most importantly, what had brought her back...

Torture in the Free Cities of Hysh was also known as Enlightenement, decades of joint research from priests, alchemists and wizards had given birth to a particular type of holy water.  The archives of the Basilica have long since redacted and erased any involvement of the wizardry. The practictioners have perfected the art of extracting information, stains of heresy and darkness out of their prisoners. Whereas the priest drink the holy water with every meal of the day to fortify their mind, the impures suffer to drink it.

It was during one of these sessions, that Kaethien noticed something familiar in the traits of this stern young women they had caught. Even if she was suffering greatly from the taste of Ulgu being washed away, something almost pure seemed to glow inside her. Following her instinct and thus breaking the codes of the interrogation, she fetched a tin mirror and looked at their reflection. It was then crystal clear, that as different and intertwined as Ulgu and Hysh, her past and the one of that girl were linked. Her face was thinner, hardened by a life void of comfort and sufficient nourishment, but there was no doubt that she was her "dead" sister. After consulting with Hasonbeorn, the great Archbishop, she received the authorisation to shape her sister in the arts of war, and turn her as an ardent defender of the Basilica. Eada got religiously tortured, trained, and indoctrinated...this is the path of the Light order defenders.

Eada is a pure shadow, a shadow serving the light, bringing justice and hope in the darkest hours of the Age of Sigmar.

Eada is Kaethien's little sister. Unlike her sister's, Eada's childhood had not been an supervised by guardian. Unknown to her were the warmth of a home, or the love of a parental figure. If fate had blessed one of the siblings with luck, it seemed that Eada had drawn the short end of the stick.

Only the faithfull !

Kristobal.

P.S. : Again, thanks to Morback for the pics!