An ancient and sacred tradition in the Thunder Mountain colony dictates that when the King's army marches to war, it does so fortified by a number of casks of excellent beer and cider furnished at he King's own expense.
Although appreciated by all, for some Dwarves the 'King's ration' is simply not enough. Those who need a little something extra while working themselves up for, or winding down from, battle can turn to some of the private ale-selling enterprises that invariably follow in the army's trail.
Shown here is one of the more celebrated of these entrepreneurs, Pieter Larsen, known to the soldiery simply as "Ol' Piet." Like the army's other farriers, Piet fought in the ranks in his youth, earning many hair-raising scars and blood curdling war stories which he's glad to share around the ale barrel in the evening. Like so many old war vets, Piet is well known for being a bit crotchety and short of temper. His club and hook hand serve as an excellent deterrent to those Dwarves who have a hard time knowing when to stop tapping the kegs.
Here is Piet's beloved friend and co-worker, Polly, well known for being just as cranky and violent as Piet himself. Her hind legs have developed enormous strength over the years of hauling her heavy loads and a sharp kick from her aft hooves have been known to knock obnoxious customers out cold.
|Tellin' War Stories|
|"Snerk...Hrmm? Just a few more minutes Sarge, few more minutes. I'll be right there."|
The complete baggage train. The pictures look a bit washed out because I used my wife's camera and I haven't really figured it out yet. Well this was the very last piece of my 3,000+ point Point Oldhammer Dwarf army. It has taken years and I still want to add another 2k points or so, but the muster of Thunder Mount is finally 100% ready to march!