Well I have somehow managed to get myself involved with a likeminded crowd (albeit far more productive hobby-wise than myself). We are doing some group Blogging for our join projects over at Scale Creep:
As part of this project, a number of us will be painting dragons. and I've been lucky enough to be the first to post one.
Please take a moment to pop over and take a glance (the others are actually really talented!).
Showing posts with label RoC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RoC. Show all posts
Saturday, 27 February 2016
Sunday, 1 June 2014
Sensei, Ratskins and an old find
Well, my order from Hasslefree miniatures arrived (including a free mini, as I ordered just before they started their 20% off for May [How great is that company!!!]) So I am getting ready to paint my Sensei and her band during the next month or so.
In the centre is Lady Nkiruka, her companions are a cantankerous old Squat, an Ex-Imperial Guard Officer and the Mangrel Pug Brothers.
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| The Sensei and Her Pack |
Monday, 7 April 2014
More Glory for Papa Nurgle - Easter Gaming Part 1
Albrecht Griegir looked out into the courtyard where he was to be burned as a heretic. The pyre had not yet been built, but some Nuns had gathered early to witness his death. It was then that Albrecht could not contain the smile that crossed his dry and blistered lips. The nuns in question were ludicrous! His hairy Pestigors and his new human followers had clearly killed the original habit wearers (and left the blood and rips open for all to see). Even the slathering beast that Albrecht had taken as a pet was dressed as one of Sigmar's worshippers; such delightful hypocrisy! How in the Old World, did they get passed the sentries.
Guards came to escort Albrecht to his final holding place. He winced at the brightness, as he was lead outside. His eyes quickly became accustomed to the light. Looking across to the main gate, Griegir realised how his followers had been allowed to enter: the sentries were also badly disguised followers of Chaos.
Guards came to escort Albrecht to his final holding place. He winced at the brightness, as he was lead outside. His eyes quickly became accustomed to the light. Looking across to the main gate, Griegir realised how his followers had been allowed to enter: the sentries were also badly disguised followers of Chaos.
Tuesday, 11 February 2014
Glory to Papa Nurgle
In preparation for the start of our narrative campaign of RoC warbands, here is my attempt at a champion of Nurgle:
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