Thursday, May 21, 2020

Z is for Zombie!!

For a long, long time there was no painting.  Oregon.  Texas.  Germany.  The Balkans.  All was sleeping on cots and living out of ruck sucks and duffel bags.  Bare minimums.  No legions of little metal friends.  No fleets of resin tanks nor paint daubed hands and glued-together fingertips.  No hobby time.
Somewhere in there came the co-vid or something near enough to it as made no difference.  I felt lousy for about five days. We all did.   I din't die.  Come to think of it, hardly any of us did.  We are in a little place high in the mountains.  I miss little Mouse and Mrs. Mouse.  All is rifles and helicopters and uniforms but it's not like the old days.  Not like the wars.  Nobody to throw bullets and mortar rounds at us.  Safe.  But dull.  I like the mountains.  I like the local people, as far as I've gotten to know them.  I love my boys.  But it is strange.
Packages began to arrive.  The co-vid silliness kept them held up for a long time but at last things began to trickle in.  Boxes of paints and brushes.  Tiny tubs of flock and fine gravel.  Plastic cases I'd filled months ago with based and primed minis and sealed and had shipped to me by friends and family.  I pulled them out of their foam beds and began to slap paint on them!  Huzzah!
Zombies!  I loved the Living Dead movies when I was a youngster and love them still today.  For years I'd been tempted to build a zombies-overrunning-civilization game but then the vogue for all things zombie hit and the glitter wore off the idea.  I've lost all interest in that but I still wanted to paint up some of these classic Ral Partha Zombies for D&D type games.  I plan to incorporate them into a Dragon Rampant army as a 'ravenous horde' unit as well.


These are very ancient 'true 25s'...much too small to fit in with other manufacturers but I love them.  They all come from the old "Zombie Master" set, although I bent some limbs here and there to add some variety.
"Brains..."
"...BRAAINSSS!!!"
Here is the Zombie Master himself.  Sinister Voodoo Cult leader type.  Sort of fellow you'd like to  sit  under a weeping willow and sip brain soup with.  Mmm...  I'm planning on adding a lot more old school 'true 25s' to my collection while I'm here. Mostly D&D adventurers and various monsters for them to fight but also the first of a great many old Tom Meier Colonials!

Remember this classic?  Think I'll go watch it before bed...

Sunday, February 16, 2020

Dead Men Space Marines Officers & Another Librarian

Dead Men Space Marine Officers  huddle during a brief lull in the fighting in Operation Kundunn IV.  After Imperial Guard and Planetary Defense Forces Repeatedly failed to quash tribal resistance in the Notorious Kundunn region of Geminion Secundus, Three Companies of Dead Men and supporting elements were dispatched to clear the way for a new offensive.  Kundunn IV broke the back of tribal resistance in three weeks, though mop up operations continued for years afterwards. 


Two views of a Dead Men Space Marine Rhino halted in the middle of a Kundunni town.

Marine Commanders frequently rely on the speed and protection of the Rhino's armored hide to carry them across the battlefield.  The camo paint scheme applied here over the more usual scab red neatly blends with the rocky mountain and scrub-forest terrain of much of Geminion Secundus.
A Captain, a veteran of the Chapter's First Company Judging by his Terminator Honors, punctuates his orders with a flourishing of his awesome Power Fist.  Traitors, Beware!
Another attendant at this leaders' meeting, a librarian judging by his tabard and force sword, demonstrates his enthusiasm for the fight...
A Lieutenant prepares to wade into battle with power sword and purity seals...
Fascinating shot of another, remarkably well equipped lieutenant wearing what appears to be a modified suit of mark VII armor.  Mark VII armor was unusual amoung the Dead Men during this period, the chapter being reliant for the most part on the older Mark VI 'Corvus' suit. Also unusually, he carries a bolter rigged with a silencer.  His left shoulder pad is perhaps most interesting of all:  Such armor appears in no other data faxes available to this author.  It may be a version of the Pactum Corvi, that rarest of awards said to be given out to members of the Raven Watch Chapter who distinguished themselves by repeated acts of insane valor and devotion.  If so, it is evidence of the survival of certain customs and practices of the original chapters through the consolidation of The Death Eaters, The Harvesters and The Raven Watch into the Dead Men Space Marines Chapter...
The last few months have been devoured by furious preparations for leave taking, and mighty little time has been left over for hobby stuff.  A brief lull in the frenzy has come as friends and I wait for the Thunderhawk to show up and whisk us away for an extended stay on strange new worlds.  I wanted to get these lads done before I left home.  They weren't quite finished but this was as near to complete as I could get them in time.  Snapped these pictures in great haste, virtually on my way out the door, and they've been sitting on my laptop for over a month waiting for me to get a chance to post them.

I'm pretty optimistic about having a decent amount of time to paint and goof off whilst I'm there.  Hopefully friends and family will soon be able to mail off the several boxes of based and primed minis I prepared to get me through the trip!  I've also discovered a few lapsed game nerds amoung my traveling companions so there may even be opportunities for a few skirmishes here and there!

Monday, November 4, 2019

Knights of the Mittelmark Pt. 5...More Knights and Some Artillery

Guns of the Army of the Prince von Refn stand ready to vomit death into the ranks of his enemies...Typically a knight of von Refn's realm is expected to bring 10 foot soldiers with him to the Raven Standard when called, but these evidently wealthier knights have chosen to bring a gun and crew each in lieu of infantry.  Undoubtedly this improves their standing in the eyes of their Prince.
A veteran crew position their weapon with utmost care...
Another crew brace for the firing of their dangerous charge...
As is typical in von Refn's army, the crews wear the colors of their patrons.
Another shot of the battery...

A less finely accoutered but nevertheless expert crew site in their gun on the enemy...
All figures in this post are from Foundry's old Medieval collection, which I think were sculpted by the Perry brothers way back in the day.  I'm very fond of the line.
A scruffy old war horse
There's a lot of character in these minis...
Love this guy.

So an important step forward for my Warhammer humans.  It occurs to me that my medieval collection might soon be big enough for some Lion Rampant type skirmish games in addition to the Warhammery sword and sorcery stuff.
The fellow on the left wasn't much of a success but I'm not unhappy with the one on the right.  The horse on the left is a bit of a weak sculpt.
Huzzah!  Off to fight the Orcs or whomever else might be available.  I've got a clutch of spell caster types I'm working on.  They'll be the next addition to the army.

Monday, September 23, 2019

Fecadermis Ringwurmm's Clan Rat Regiment!

Scurrying triumphantly through the ruins of a human town come Clan Chieftain Fecadermis Ringwurmm's Clan Rats, eagerly seeking more filth and victims!  Yay!
Well to the fore (since there are no enemies in sight just now) is Fecadermis himself, armed with a cruel and grimy scimitar and what appears to be a cluster of poison wind globes.
Rat drummer.  This is my first Skaven Clan Rat regiment, but not the last, as these regular troops constitute the backbone of any Skaven horde...three more of these regiments will follow in the fullness of time...one more hand weapon and shield regiment and two spear and shield regiments...the largest will have thirty six models.
The standard bearer hoists aloft the ragged, crusty banner of his clan, all the while encouraging the more reticent amoung the hoist with an occasional flick of his whip...
The bulk of the troopers from this unit are derived from the ancient Warhammer Fantasy Regiments boxed set, first released in 1990 or 1991. Above is half of a two page advertisement which appeared in an issue of Dragon magazine that came out around that time.  Mightily impressed was I, yet a lanky teenager by the sight of those smart ranks of unlovely creatures...
Close up of one of the plastic Skaven painted by some youthful hand long ago...The detail on these, as you can see, is not great and I normally abhor plastic, but some of the figures from the Fantasy Regiments boxed set inspire such a sharp pang of nostalgia that I can give them a pass...

On the left are two of the plastic models, and on the right two metal ones which I used to fill out some gaps in the ranks.  
Closer look at the plastics...they aren't that bad but...

...the metals are clearly the better pieces...to my eye anyway.

Grr...Fecadermis's warriors advance.....

"Forward!  Victory is ours!"

Monday, August 26, 2019

Skummburg: A Wretched Hive of You Know What

First big installment on Skummburg after Jezebel's Joint...three new buildings plus a windmill, some street lamps and some bits of furniture and fluff...
It was all quite a bit of work but I'm more or less happy with how things are turning out with it  Have some plans for expanding it considerably here in the not too distant future with some more shanties from Miniature Building Authority.
Space Scum salute their new home with some celebratory fire....
My first taste of Warhammer 40k was the big fat Rogue Trader book, so I've always been more of a fan of those earlier, pulpy visions of the 40k universe than of the 'Grim dark' look which came to dominate in subsequent editions.  Skummburg is very much influenced by the illustrations of Logan's World and Helsreach from that tome.  I can really do without the endless acres of Gothic Cathredrals covered with skulls.

K'Lurg Ratcha cruises happily through the streets of his new domain.  Two of his flunkies scout ahead.
Once again I had fun making posters of out little catalogs and advertisements...this fellow seems to appreciate them.
Dead Men Space Marines patrol the streets around the infamous Jezebel's Joint, expecting trouble at any moment.  I've always, always loved that illustration on the right, there.  I liked the idea that Space Marines might often find themselves engaged in mundane policing activities as well as epic last stands against the alien hordes.  Skummburg needs a good bit of policing...
The buildings are a mix of Miniature Building Authority shanties and Armorcast stucco buildings.  Can't get the Armorcast buildings anymore, so the rest of Skummburg is likely to be made up of the shanties which is just fine, I guess.
Interior with furnishings fit for scum.  Or college students...
I wanted a filthy look to the place that would make you feel like you could contract a horrible disease just from walking through the building.  Think I achieved that.
 Interior of the top level of the building pictured above and just below.
 Pieter Porque brandishes his meat axe at someone just for the sake of doing it.  The little shipping containers are Armorcast.  Can't remember when I bought them, they've just been rattling round in boxes for a long time.  They look good painted up. though.
Mad Meg and her crew head over to Jezzie's for a drink...
The street lamps have working LED bulbs in them.  Sweet!  

 Windmill by Daemonscape.  Damn nice model...
 Interior of the second building with more trashy posters and flea-ridden furnishings...
 Scum, indeed...
Skummburg begins!  Hopefully I'll have some more stuff done soon, but this makes a good start...