Who's da boss?

I finished painting my other Gorkamorka Mob ("Da Big Red Ones") in a haste. They had been completely ready for weeks, except for the 4 "grot" miniatures ("grots" are basically "goblins") who needed a little more work.

Here's a quick post to present them to your conoisseur's eye. I would be glad to read your comments/compliments/critics. Click to enlarge.

The red mob.

As opposed to the blue mob (above), the red mob does not own vehicles. Yet. This is officially not allowed by the rules, but my table is unfavorably small for vehicles and, honestly, who cares about rules that are 10 years old and out of print?


In the foregound: A boy and the grots.




In the background, from LtR: Mechanic, Slaver, Boss. Behind them you see 2 more boyz.


The mechanic ("Spanner") has a welder and gas-canisters attached to his back.


"Guess who" with hydraulic claw. Now that must come in handy for opening cans of roasted beans...


The mob in the fort.


The mob roams the desert in search of valuable scrap.

Whole lotta Rosie

Allow me to present Stanzi's latest addition to her friendly orc-warband: a Troll. I bought (and converted a little bit) this Warhammer "Stone Troll" miniature for Stanzi and quite naturally it recieved the appropriate color-scheme and a "weapon" suited for a member of such a warband. As usual, you can click to enlarge the pics... but you know the drill.

The original Stone Troll miniature.

Here are the parts I sculpted with green stuff.

Above you see the fearsome pink troll with his terrifying two-handed lolly.

"Me want candy... GIMME CAAAANDY! Grrrrooaaar!" *drool*

The Troll's back. Fascinating.

Here's a pic I like. At the left you see the exact same Stone Troll miniature that I painted when I was fourteen, for the orc army I was playing back then. At the right is Stanzi's troll. Can you find the seven differences?

So... Any comments come to mind? :)

¡Cumpleaños feliz!

Today is a great day, for my friend Nico has turned 22!

So raise your pints of Pat's Olde Brew, to one of our finest warband commanders and best players. Let me hear you make some noise for our beloved "tortiou". Here's to YOU Nico!

Captain Tortiou a.k.a "Nico" posing in full battle-gear.

Tom's Experimental Lab #2

All right. Here's brake-fluid-test #2.

This time I let the miniatures soak for 5 days, and the results were better.

My first miniature EVER! My pride and joy at one time.

I also put this wood elf steed inside to see what happens. It is not as old as the archer, so I hoped to obtain proof for my "theory" that paint takes longer to go off, the older it is.

Day #1: The paint starts to wrinkle.

Day #4: The paint has almost completely gone off the horse. The archer has not changed much it seems.

At the end of day 5:

Here you see that the horse is almost completely clean. The brownish shades you see are remains of the basecoat I used 6 years ago ("Bestial Brown Spray"). But the layer has become so thin that it si virtually inexistent. I'd say this miniature has become as good as new! 10/10.

The archer on the other hand needed a little scrubbing. Although the paint went off really easy, he remains rather colored. The layers of paint have also become very thin so you could actually just spray over them and paint it again, although the miniature has not become as thoroughly clean as the horse. 7/10.

Anyway, this brake-fluid method seems to work fine, only it takes a lot of time. I suppose if you left the minis inside for 8 days, it would be perfect.

Monkey Island

I painted the monkey today. Here are 2 pics to show you what he looks like. I hope you (especially Tom) will like it.




The monkey is now part of my humble collection,bringing it to a total of 119 miniatures.

Het gras is altyd groener aan de overkant

I found a small parcel in the mailbox today. Tom (the other Tom, a friend from the Netherlands and frequent visitor of this blog) had sent me something.

I opened up, and inside was a miniature he had sculpted from green-stuff himself! I must say I was duly impressed. I sat there for 15 minutes, turning this scratch-built miniature over and over again. Since I sculpt stuff myself (e.g. the blonde hair on the orc-lady from the previous post) I know how hard it is to produce something like this. Next to the miniature was a letter asking me to "greet Pat, Nic and Hari"which I will hereby do.

Tom (the other Tom again) has succeeded in making a figure that is very funny to look at, simple yet expressive and conceptually innovative (there is no other monkey miniature in the whole Warhammer range!). It is what I would call a "little masterpiece" without hesitation.

The monkey takes a sip from a liquor-flask.

Look at that cute tail! Goed werk!

Tom, all my very special thanks and huge "kudos" go to you for this incredible work, which I am overly happy and grateful to be holding in my hands. It's a great present and you can be very proud of yourself. Keep up the good work mate!

Servus, bedankt en tot ziens! ;-)

PS: I'll get to the painting as soon as my work-schedule allows it.

Amazones.com

Tonight Hari's amazons ventured into the ruins of Mordheim for the first time, making their way through the ruined buildings and the dark alleys. As they came to a dimly lit street corner, Dernoe, one of the more experienced warriors, suddenly stopped. A dozen meters away, turning his back, stood an old man clad in black robes. Around him lay corpses, but he did not seem to notice the pungent stench they exahaled. Dernoe squinted in an attempt to make out what the man was doing. He was gently waving his arms in small cercles. His head slowly rocked back and forth. He was mumbling something Dernoe could not understand.

Dernoe looked back. Her bandmates had taken postions all around her, from where they could observe the old man. Dernoe slowly and silently crawled forward, but then she froze in her tracks. The old man had turned around and stared at her with cold, evil, otherworldly eyes. Around him the corpses began to quiver. Then one of them slowly stood up. Dernoe stared in awe at the carcasses rising to their feet, one by one, like living men.

"Those are undead! she heard the warband's priestess cry as she drew her sword. Dernoe felt the lust for battle fill her heart.
-Push through them before they overwhelm us, yelled the priestess, this is a god-damn breakthrough scenario from page 87 in the rulebook!".


Here's the situation (it's very simple):

The amazones must break through the Undead lines and escape off the table via the "escape edge". The amazons win if they can get 2 standing models off the table. The Undead win if the amazons rout before that.

Hari gets the first turn. He split up his force into 2 packs of roughly the same strength.
He plans to occupy my zombies on one table side, while his warriors outrun my zombies on the other.

Hari's priestess.

The priestess and a henchwoman at the starting position. The zombies have picked up their scent and are closing in.

Hari places one of his warriors carrying this vicious "sun staff" on top of a building. She keeps sniping at my poor walking corpses. Fortunately for me, Hari keeps rolling too low and misses EVERYTHING!

I build up a wall of rotting flesh before Hari, determined to let him arrive at the other side "over my dead body" (literally!). Above you see the centerpiece of my defence.

Backed up by the rather mediocre firepower of 2 pariahs with bows. "Yesss masterrrr!".

The amazones hesitate a little too long. They stay behind cover while my zombies stumble towards them...

Here you see my "center" force advancing towards Hari's entrenched amazones. Although he managed to place his priestess on a ladder (to get a clear shot) he lost to much time in doing so. To make it worse for Hari, all the shots he takes at my vampire hit thin air.

"Braaaaaains!"

On the other table edge my necromancer leads another pack of zombies around a corner to intercept the second group of amazones.

At the center of the board, Hari charges my zombies. He hacks and slashes at them, but they just keep getting back on their feet. Later on I send in 2 fresh (additional) zombies and my vampire. That is the end of those two unfortunate amazones.
Still, Hari managed to take a LP from my vampire... impressive.

Now I close the noose. 2 zombies climb onto the sacrificial pit and charge the priestess (on her ladder!).

"Moooaaaargh! More braiiiiiins!" The priestess kicks and screams, but the cold dead hands of the zombies seal her doom.

Hari remained unnervingly calm during the whole time i massacrated his warband on one side of the table. Why? Well, he had a trump up his sleeve.

Hari smiles at me (which is a bad sign during a game) and sprints around the OTHER side of the house, thus putting a whole building between himself and my zombies with their pitiful 4" of mouvement. So much for my "interception" attempt... He now has a clear lane up to the saving escape edge for those 2 last amazons he needs to save in order to win.

Now, I must say that Hari could have made it if I had been able to cram all my zombies into the one place I had intended. Unfortunately for him, I had to abandon one little zombie in the back. It was that zombie that was able to charge the "homerunning" amazons, thus bringing their escape to an abrupt halt. To make it even worse for poor Hari, I rolled a 6 to hit, a 6 to wound (critical) and he rolled a 6 on the injury chart.
I don't know about you, but I am sensing a pattern... The number of the beast? The Dark Gods must have graced me today!

The sportsmanly handshake of the end. Good game dude.

A the end of the game, the priestess and the vampire went for a pint of Pat's finest. Or a mug of blood or whatever.