Monday, December 4, 2017

Magus Conclave in progress

I enjoyed making one of these so much that I made another. These are two Magus Conclaves. They are a War Engine option for a Varangur army in the Kings of War fantasy mass battle system.
A trio of Evil Shaman channeling some demonic power to blast enemies from a distance.

 Theses are all ready to go for the Painting Challenge and I am looking forward to splashing paint on them. The bodies and most of the arms are Gripping Beast Arab infantry. Heads are from Games Workshop Chaos Warriors as are the Staff toppers. Some staffs are Spears with two diagonal cuts to transform them into wizardly staffs. I also nicked the old spears. Nothing complex about these creations but I really like them. 
So much much..
Cheers from Brendon

Friday, November 24, 2017

Monstrous Challenge

Tis almost the season for the Painting Challenge, Tra la la la laaaa! Analogue Hobbies Painting Challenge number 8 to be exact. Though my hobby time has shrunk over the past year and a bit I plan to get some painting done on my metal and plastic hordes over the Wet Season here. It's always inspiring and motivating to be part of the challenge even if my output has shrunk due to time available.
I have a variety of ideas in the works and have managed to build some figures over the lat couple of months from my plastic horde. More recently I have been inspired to buy even more as well.
My Dwarf army for Kings of War will expand with these fantastic living statue reinforcements from MOM Miniatures. I was amazed at how fast they turned up from the other side of the world. Looking forward to getting these underway and the overall theme for this years challenge is monstrous things. Which is a happy coincidence for me as I have a few of the larger things that have been sitting in the 'round to it' file for way too long. I have a vacation planned (volcano dependent) that will cut 3 weeks from the challenge but I should come back re-energized to get some paint flying.

Totally uninspiring image of new purchase!

Cheers from here and if you are in the Challenge....see you in the Mosh Pit!

Monday, November 13, 2017

Creating a unit of 'The Fallen' for Kings of War

This is a small project I had in mind a while back but have taken forever to get around to actually starting. It's been a while since I painted anything but I have been doing a fair bit of building miniatures and prep work recently.

Who are The Fallen? A unit option for a 'Kings of War' 'Varangur' army. Varangur are Evil demon/god worshipers. Kind of like Chaos in the world of Warhammer.
The options for this unit is as a Regiment or a Horde size. A Regiment is 3 miniatures and a Horde is 6. The rules allow to model less figures than 6 and even though I had 6 miniatures in mind I could keep one aside for a Hero option (Cursed Son). No product line exists that I am aware which is kinda cool as the imagination can cut loose on what to use.
Reading the paragraph of background fluff I get this......Blah Blah Blah deadly warriors...blah blah blah..loose formations....blah blah... hefty glaives.....
In the Stats they are Height 1 (Human height), and have a Speed of 8inches which makes them 3 inches faster than regular humans. Looking at the options my Varangur force is going to need some faster moving units.
I thought that these Warmachine Doom Reavers I painted a while back are a great fit for 'The Fallen'.
They have the movement, Giant Glaives, and a kind of crazy evil feel about them.The Stats have Defence at 5+ which is rock hard but I guess getting past a giant spinning sword is hard and also in a fantasy world magic can be used to explain anything. Even though Warmachine is 32mm scale (I think) the larger scale actually helps this unit of magic infused crazy lunatics.
Alternatively if the force was modeled from Historical Vikings a unit of Berserkers would look the part as well. Maybe I will do that in the future (another purchase).

 Above. I did briefly consider basing them on 40mm bases but decided nope opting for the single large base instead. 

Base cut down Mantic plastic unit tray. These bases come with a lip that actually makes them a little bigger than the Rule book base size so sliced them off. I had to trim and file down the lip in the middle zone. This tray was made for standard 20mm units at 5 across which is shorter than 3 x 40mm. Mantic make these at Large Infantry size now. Perhaps I should get some.

Removing the Miniatures from bases involved a strong pair of scissors to snip them one side of the slot. They came apart easy after that with no parts broken. As you can see one side of the Mantic trays has a nice texture.

Removing the slot plug from the feet did result in a sword snap off and also a leg at the knee but was easily super glued back together. I used blister pack packing foam to help avoid paint lose but it didn't save the breaks from my clumsiness. Most gamers would recommend pinning the feet to the base but the feet are actually fairly wide. I have placed them above to visualize final placement but the middle dude is glued to a rock.

Now they are all glued to the base. I have nudged some small rocks next to some feet to try and help them stay attached to the base.

Here they are after the sand has dried with the lone 'Cursed Son' on his 25mm x 25mm base. I may add even more rocks before painting the base. It is most likely that I will paint over the Red Armour as well with black. Red is the faction colour for Warmachine. I will also change the hair colour of the unmasked individual as well to black. The blond just does not contrast well against the skin tones.

Cheers for now
From Brendon

Friday, October 20, 2017

The Red and the Black

The numbers in the book began to dance before Limbec's eyes. Limbec had been scribing the numbers for hours and the light was beginning to fade as the smell of burning candles began to grow stronger. Columns of numbers with codes, sub-totals and ratios seemed to battle each other in his mind as he scribbled away the day. He knew what some codes meant but many others remained elusive. Some codes seemed to represent military units, number of men, length of training time and a code for place of origin.

The latest scroll had arrived that morning carried by a messenger pigeon from some place called Lahrgerbridge. A place he had no idea in what direction or how far away. He grew weary and his head was starting to get an ache behind the eyes as he heard familiar footsteps getting nearer. The footsteps belonged to the Chief Tally Officer, the only one among them who was permitted to wear the Red and black halved colours which conveyed his higher position and signified a military service history long ago. Long ago because the colours had faded and his beard was grey and long.

Limbec lowered his quill in anticipation of knock off time that was about to be announced. Throughout the Hall of Numbers other plainly robed Tally Officers started to prepare for knock off. The Hall of Numbers was a dreary stone room in the sprawling, but practical Palace of Records. Limbec thought Palace didn't really make sense as the complex was nowhere near what one would think of as a Palace in any sense. No. It was practical though, and it was old. So very old. Exactly how old? Those records had been lost in a great fire when one of the many confusing internal wars in this small kingdom of men had taken place long ago. So many records and numbers had been recorded and then lost throughout the history of Alesworth. Limbec sometimes thought it was a nonsense that they still continued the tradition of record keeping and inscribing the never ending numbers and codes.

The symbolic clanging of empty Beer mugs rang out from the Chief Tally Officer and the Tally officers eagerly shuffled to the exit with hands showing the tell tale ink stain of their occupation. Some of these hands rubbed hungry but swollen stomachs in anticipation of the Dark beer and salty pork that was about to fill them. These portly figures had developed what was refereed to as a siege guts. Modern thinking was that the roundness of the middle was a sure way to help survive an extended blockade, siege or poor trading season, safe inside Number One Wall of Alesworth city. In Alesworth as throughout the Kingdom, Dark Beer and Pork was the most sort after food with the Darkest of Beer being worthy of Kings themselves and the highest valued. It was this diet that largely contributed to the shape of the Tally men and their Siege Guts. It had been a very, very long time since Alesworth had seen a siege.

Alesworth's inner most wall (named Wall Number One) had once contained the entire city but as it had grown through history three walls now existed but even these did not contain the entire city. Beyond the outermost third wall the population seemed to ever expand. Limbec knew this from the numbers he had sometimes Tallyed. He had never ventured beyond the second wall. Never really had any reason or purpose to do so. The Palace of Records lay inside Wall Number One and that was a fact. The oldest and smallest ring wall within which Limbec would most likely live out his entire life as the three generations of Tallymen in his family had before him. An entire life without ever seeing the sneaky smile of a Goblin or smelling the sea salt smell of the bearded long boat raiders. A safe existence far from the Horse people who would attack without warning in great numbers who rained down deadly arrows from the vast and unexplored seemingly endless Grass plains.

Outside the Third Wall near the edges of the city expansion Gundrec was refilling his weapon with the mysterious black powder. Gundrec had recently arrived after a very long march from Bayer-Con in his assigned Hand Cannon unit all proudly wearing the Red and Black. They all spoke with a thick Bayer-Con accent not usually heard within earshot of Alesworth. The Chief driller with the tallest red feather upon his helmet instructed the trumpeter to signal the unit to aim using hand signals. Gundrec and 3 more men raised the heavy Hand Cannons and looked in the direction of a straw stuffed target when the trumpet sounded. The trumpet signal was loud and piercing. It needed to be, as the hearing of these men from Bayer-Con was damaged from using the loud weapon. Gundrec had never faced an enemy on the battlefield. Never seen the Robed men of the dry lands. Never seen the impact of fully armored mounted knights impact a line of infantry knocking men down and impaling those who stood on the heavy long lance. But he knew that he would soon...