Kasper
Serf
Hello all,
Thought I might create a topic to dump some pictures of the Oldhammer-related minis I manage to finish. I do not have a lot of painting time and having to paint a bazzilion zombies for Zombicide means there isn't a lot of old stuff getting painted. But I do find that painting an old 'friend' once in a while is great for keeping the creative juices flowing and maintaining an interest in painting.
As always there are more pictures and text for each on my blog, the link for which is in my signature.
So here is Arkward, a slightly confused Minotaur (MM42 Minotaur C, sculpted by Aly and Trish Morrison - anyone know if they actually worked together on each mini with one doing the head and the other the body?).
He has, for still undisclosed reasons decided to follow Slaanesh - but there are rumours he was promised drugs that would make him larger - as large as his hero, Doomroar.
The next is Melty, a former scholar who dabbled too much in alchemy attempting to dissolve gold. Unfortunately. due to the interest of the Chaos Gods, he only succeeded in melting himself and is now cursed with a bad temper, melting skin and an increased sense of smell whereby he can sense the completeness of his body odours. His 'beneficiary' was Nurgle and he has thus joined Arkward in service of Slaanesh to get some type of revenge.
He is an old (1983) TSR Troll (B 5305) and perhaps the roughest sculpt I've ever painted. And the chap with the largest nose ever.
The last is Bum Fuzzle, a powerful Orc who for some reason has found himself in the service of Slaanesh. He has not fully understood the differentiated nature of the gods but was told that a service to them would provide amble opportunity for slaughter.
He is still waiting for the promised experience of a throne of skulls and rivers of blood and somewhat confused about why he needs to don purple armour but due to his fickle memory he keeps forgetting to seek employment elsewhere. Oh, and he also wishes he had a boar to ride into battle on - perhaps Slaanesh, amused by the confused orc's thought, might at some time bless him with a mighty steed.
Anyways, that is the warband for now - a group of confused followers who all contributes to keeping the young god amused - he might even send them a leader to lead them to glory, but who knows what plans Slaanesh has in store for these unlikely band of 'brothers'. Stay tuned...
Thought I might create a topic to dump some pictures of the Oldhammer-related minis I manage to finish. I do not have a lot of painting time and having to paint a bazzilion zombies for Zombicide means there isn't a lot of old stuff getting painted. But I do find that painting an old 'friend' once in a while is great for keeping the creative juices flowing and maintaining an interest in painting.
As always there are more pictures and text for each on my blog, the link for which is in my signature.
So here is Arkward, a slightly confused Minotaur (MM42 Minotaur C, sculpted by Aly and Trish Morrison - anyone know if they actually worked together on each mini with one doing the head and the other the body?).
He has, for still undisclosed reasons decided to follow Slaanesh - but there are rumours he was promised drugs that would make him larger - as large as his hero, Doomroar.
The next is Melty, a former scholar who dabbled too much in alchemy attempting to dissolve gold. Unfortunately. due to the interest of the Chaos Gods, he only succeeded in melting himself and is now cursed with a bad temper, melting skin and an increased sense of smell whereby he can sense the completeness of his body odours. His 'beneficiary' was Nurgle and he has thus joined Arkward in service of Slaanesh to get some type of revenge.
He is an old (1983) TSR Troll (B 5305) and perhaps the roughest sculpt I've ever painted. And the chap with the largest nose ever.
The last is Bum Fuzzle, a powerful Orc who for some reason has found himself in the service of Slaanesh. He has not fully understood the differentiated nature of the gods but was told that a service to them would provide amble opportunity for slaughter.
He is still waiting for the promised experience of a throne of skulls and rivers of blood and somewhat confused about why he needs to don purple armour but due to his fickle memory he keeps forgetting to seek employment elsewhere. Oh, and he also wishes he had a boar to ride into battle on - perhaps Slaanesh, amused by the confused orc's thought, might at some time bless him with a mighty steed.
Anyways, that is the warband for now - a group of confused followers who all contributes to keeping the young god amused - he might even send them a leader to lead them to glory, but who knows what plans Slaanesh has in store for these unlikely band of 'brothers'. Stay tuned...
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