Dear members of and other fellow gaming and art enthusiasts, I am proud to present the Endurance Marahton Winners. The Endurance marathon was designed so that every artist has to produce twice as much for every week of the contest, and then a tad extra for the last two days of the month of January. Below are the great persons who managed and ednured all 4 weeks in their respective fields of art.


Miniature Painters:










Writers:

Children of War                                                        Children of War

'It is my firm belief that the use of child-soldiers be instated in all of the Guard's armies. This shows the enemy not only that our entire populace is determined to die rather than surrender, it also shows them we turn usual victims of war into able bodied soldiers, that can fight  for the defense of their world, their families, their livelihood.'
                                                                                --Commissar Hawn Siegmartus          
                                                                          from his book 'Serving with Ca Skies above Cadia                                                  Skies above Cadia

'Cadian landscape is shaped by war just as Cadia's people are marked by the history of her wars. In every household you'll find ten lasguns, one for each baby. That says a lot about the Cadian way of life. To secure the past, you have to have a future.
This is why Cadian families are always numerous. One in two Cadians has been wounded in battle. There are no untouched inhabitants. As they are no unscathed zones. This should be a constant reminder for the daring young geologist: never stray too far from the armoured column. The hills have eyes, you know.'

         - Excerp Heretic Dawn                                       HERETIC DAWN

                                      Chapter I
                              Endwar Part I                                         ENDWAR

                                      PROLOGUE

I am born on a Daemon-World, inside the Eye of Terror. My rite of passage ends with me killing the last remnants of an enemy Clan. The blood of the fallen was stron Endwar Part 2                                             Chapter IV
                                        Sleeping with Heretics

                  &#


The Silverdale Legacy: Part One I

The ruddy faced and glass-eyed men and women that populated the parlour room of the Rogue's Smile drifted through the midday hours in a fog of smoke and a fug of drink. When drunkard labourers lifted their flagons they rubbed elbows with the more haughty and hedonistic members of the aristocracy. Scantily clad adolescents paced through the blanket of smog offering samplings from their trays of various recreational substances that could be smoked, snorted or otherwise ingested whilst prostitutes barely a few years senior to them bartered their services. Around a circular table students of the capital city's College of Politics passed around The Silverdale Legacy: Part Two IV

As far as nicknames went his would invoke both positive and negative connotations. As such it could either be spoken with affection or scorn. He was Moses Silverdale, prefect of Theta Heavy Support Company, quartermaster and disciplinary officer of the Seventy-Seventh Regiment of the Compliance Legions of Saint Abernathy. They called him Regulation Moe. The man was a stickler for policy and rules, you see, and knew every edict that policed the Imperial Guard. The men and women of the regiment both loved and hated him, from the lowliest indentured-legionnaire to the prefect-superiors. He was the man who confiscated contraband alcohol, porn The Silverdale Legacy: Part Three VIII

He was interred within the Silverdale Family Mausoleum in the Heartland Cemeteries, not two months after the Seventy-Seventh's undertaking on Daphuan's Moon, under the orange and pink streaked skies of sunset. Perceval stood sweating, despite the cool breeze, from a palette of various addiction withdrawals and watched as Ursula Lywick and his uncle both gave touching eulogies regarding his late father's service and general decorum. Legionnaires of his father's company, soon to become his company, had swapped their las weapons for more traditional ballistic rifles and raised them to produce a rapturous salute to honour their slain prefec The Silverdale Legacy: Part Four XV

They prowled across the ice like wounded animals. Their hulls were scorched and their pace was desperate. Upon outranging the unforeseen artillery of the Atheist Conclave they gathered behind a landlocked iceberg and disgorged their defeated garrison. Eager to assist their comrades a small flock of landing craft soared from the heavens and touched down on the frosted earth. Prefect-Medicae Calstock hurried down the boarding ramp with a cohort of his fellow medicaes and an attachment of orderlies from the With-Child's shipboard infirmary. Bloodied legionnaires from Delta, Epsilon, Lamba and Omicron Company spilled from their vehicles clutc



Canvas Painters:






















As well as the the runner ups:


















Congratulations to all, I thank ye all for participating, and given the fun and mayhem we had with this endurance contest, there might be another one in a few months. The rest of you who didn't participate, try to do so next time, and for now on go and see the works of these fine men and women, drool over their art, eyegoogle at their minis, fav them, love them, praise them, for they have the stamina to take it!