Last post I promised more green scum, although this time not of the Goblin or Orc variety. So here's a collection of goons from another wretched hive of scum and villainy: Athel Loren.
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| There may be no borders in the forest, but stray across the wrong root, and the Wood Elves will show you exactly where the invisible lines lie on their ineffable map. |
After reappearing with a shameless plug for my first book, it's about time I got back to writing about slapping paint on unsuspecting miniatures. Writing, to be sure! I have not been sitting on my hands for the past months—quite the opposite: I have a finished projects backlog to write about. This is a marked contrast with my usual the pile of shame too unfinished to write about. Anyway, on to a lot of painted miniatures (not all at once). Here's my completely finished (cough—not quite—cough) Bretonnian muster.
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| If they had a mighty keep inside the Mighty Fortress, they wouldn't need tents to sleep in. |
I used to be a renegade. I used to fool around. But I couldn't take the constant rule updates, and had to settle down. Now I'm fighting in The Old World again, and yes, I must be fair. Because even though I prefer rounds, the bases must be square.
Having given that bit of eighties nostalgia quite enough abuse, let's skip on to the main course: my first square based unit in (at least) a decade.
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| "Sire the people are revolting!" "You said it, they stink on ice." |