As you can probably tell, my last game with Tom was a bit of a Pyrrhic victory! I think at the end of the game all I had left on the table was my Wizard, Apprentice and a Crossbowman, and during the recovery phase at the end of the game, three figures bit the dust for good, including, to my infinite disappointment, the Infantryman "Black Phillip." The goat-headed beastman mixed nicely with the humans and half-fiends and emphasized the "traditional diablerie" theme I have going with my Summoners.
Fortunately, Vaeloth was a Reaper Bones figure; #77120 "Vaeloth, Hellborn Paladin" to be exact, pictured in his original state to the left. It was a simple matter to buy a second copy of the figure and slice away his sword (Bones figures lend themselves very well to conversion). A 3" pin pushed through his hand provided the skeleton of a banner pole, and a little bit of Green Stuff thickened it out. A spare banner from a Games Workshop Chaos Warriors box (along with a horned skull from the same) completed the Banner of Courage. But this left Vaeloth without a weapon! So I cut away his right arm just above the elbow (at the edge of his scalemail sleeve) and cut apart a Chaos Warrior's right arm so that I had a gloved hand holding an axe. A little bit of Green Stuff became the sleeved arm between the scale armor and the hand, and Vaeloth was ready to be painted.
I copied the color scheme from my first Vaeloth pretty closely, though I brightened his armor a little (drybrushing a bit more Tarnished Steel over the Blackened Steel base coat) and highlighted his red tunic a little bit brighter. I kept the banner as simple as possible; an ordinary inverted pentagram in white (a color I haven't used in this warband) looks very striking against the dark red of the banner. I still need to decide if I want to glue a grass tuft or two to his base, and then add snow flocking.
Belphegor weighed the pouch of golden crowns in his hand, mentally calculating how much of the treasure their last foray had brought in remained. He'd hired a second crossbowman to help counter the archers he expected to encounter on his next trip into the ruins, and recognizing the value of a combination of skill at arms and heavy armor, he'd hired another knight, the albino Lady Cassiata; she had brought with her a pair of enormous warhounds. He hoped the slavering brutes would make quick work of rival spellcasters.
"When do we return to the ruins?" grated a barely-human voice behind him. Vaeloth. The armor-clad half-devil hefted the axe to his shoulder - he'd cut the haft of Black Phillip's battleaxe down so that he could wield it one-handed. Its edge gleamed, freshly sharpened.
Belphegor smiled thinly beneath his cowl. "Soon, my impatient friend. Your axe will taste blood ere long."
"When?" Vaeloth insisted. "That wizard is still out there. I will not allow him to control me again - I swear by the Pit! Black Phillip's axe will drink deeply his lifeblood - let me find him and exact justice!"
Belphegor could not help but chuckle. "Justice, my friend? Or revenge?"
Vaeloth howled with rage, unable to refute the diabolist's suggestion. Behind them, seated on a crate as she mended the straps on her shield, Lady Cassiata could not suppress a snicker. The red-eyed woman made no attempts to hide her contempt for the half-devil's explosive temper and demonstrably weak will. Vaeloth turned and snarled at her, and almost immediately her slim, single-edged sword was drawn and at his throat.
"Settle down, both of you!" Belphegor demanded, allowing arcane energies to crackle between his fingers. "Stop this at once or I'll consign both of you to the Pit. Save your energy for Felstad. We re-enter the city soon enough."