Hills done!! + basing my old Mordheim warband

Had time to stop by the workshop today and complete the hills I've been working on. Tested out a few techniques and learned that pigment can be quite messy business :)  At one point, I thought I had ruined my terrain but I think I managed to pull the colours back together nicely... I'm still not sure about the flock, but I decided they are done in order to move on to another project ;D

While paint, glue and varnish dried, I had time to base my old Skaven warband for Mordheim. I recently bought some lovely bases from www.warbases.co.uk - these are their 20mm round standard bases, and I really like them. I've bought a bunch of different sizes and will use them mainly for my fantasy collection. Also had time to bases some fighter-type humans for my painting queue (which is quite long) :)

Thank you for looking!

And now to something completely different! As I've decided that the blog will include my other hobby projects :)

I building 9-10 pieces of terrain for Epic Armageddon, which I still enjoy playing.

The hills are ALIVE! The (l)on(e)ly completed TS Marine unit from my future HH TS army is posing for size comparison.

Base coats applied, wash+drybrush+dirt pigments and flock await. These hills are a part of an Ork themed terrain pack I'm working on.

4 Ork structures are currently under construction and I've just had an idea to do "forest" style pieces.


Cheers,
Thomas

As a small bonus, you get an overview shot of my paint station. I share a workshop with 8 other likeminded grownups. Mostly we chat and drink beer, but sometimes we play the odd game and paint/build stuff :)

 

So welcome to a rare update!

It's been a while since last, but tonight I had some time to fiddle 'round with some bits. Sadly I don't converte as much as my fellow hobbyists from this forum http://www.powerfist.dk/forum/index.php?topic=61340.0 but less can also be quite fun

My gang is for the challenge on the mentioned forum and although there is little chance I'll get them painted in time, I couldn't resist glueing the stuff together when I felt the inspiration. The result captures the feel of a noble gang quite well I think - a little gs mending is needed but the gang is almost done


The whole gang:

I wnet for bits that felt and looked good. There's some old stuff in there, spot 'em if you can ;) And I'm quite pleased with the way the pistoliers arms work, considering the time gap betweeen the different generations of GW minis represented.

Thanks for looking!
Thomas

Just finished this guy, apologies for the phone pic. I used a quick and dirty method with a lot of wash, ink and sponge effect. This will more or less be the tabletop standard of my I-munda crew, but it works the real life :)

Couldn't resist giving the little fella on the pole a Beetlejuice suit...


Hope to get more done soon as talks of finally making that gaming table are picking up, alas I'm going to Italy for the remainder of the month, but August is starting to show promise for our Munda-dreams!

I have been productive though, painting some oop gretchins and some fantasy stuff. Guess I'll have to post it although it has no relevance to the main subject? :D

Hope my horde o' readers likes what they see haha

Cheers,
Thomas

WIP minis for our Proximo Hive game

Enough words, let's see some lead, well partly painted that is...

We're going to play a game, even a short campaign, using some of our old 40k minis and build new ones (cause it's all part of the fun!). Haven't decided on the system yet, nor have we starting building terrain, but a first encounter game is brewing in my mind.

I've starting building a small Daemon Hunter band:

Some underhive scum:

And Iacobi the Seer:

Can see the pics aren't the best. I'll try to take some better ones soon... And get the minis finished :)

Thanks for looking!

Cheers,
Thomas

The Maw and Iacobi the Seer

In the nether regions of Proximo Hive near the Eastern Entrance there's a particulary eerie place called the Maw. It was a hidden smugglers den an entrance to the outlying wastes with direct passage thru old gas pipes and rundown factory complexes, but this place has been forgotten even by the underhive gangs. This place is known as the Maw and is now haunted by evil ghosts from the ash wastes, or so it is believed.

The stories of the Starchild has been told all over the hive, by everyone high and low, from the Spyre to the Pit, although no one remember where the stories originated. "Children's stories", people said, "fables of olde time". So who best knew the tales of olde? One seer, also long forgotten and known to wander the most desolate regions of the underhive, would certainly know, people said. Iacobi was his name. He was long dead, people said, others claimed they saw him just the other day. Some said he was a ghost. Until the spyrers hired the best ratskins money, women and booze could afford. And the ratskins did find him alright, well traces of him ... traces led into the Maw.

 "The idea alone is daft and risqué, well more than that. It's certain death! Hah!", responded the Govenor in his usual obulente fashion, waving his arms around in an imitated theatrical manner. But he made certain that the word surged thru Proximo' social layers. The Guvenor would pay handsomely for the presence of Iacobi the Seer. All there was now to wait. For Proximo's underworld to work it's wonderful magic and rely on the hard work and the greed of the gangs, travelling pirate adventurers and bounty hunters, well hunters of all sorts...

The Starchild Prophecy

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away in a hive city called Proximo Prime, an olde childrens tale long forgotten saw light again. The elders, older than the pipes in the inner hives, told stories of a prodigy child. A child sent from the stars to conquer the hearts and minds of man. The Starchild.

The stories went mouth to mouth into the city, up the spires and at last reaching the very top of the ruling classes and the Imperial Administratum. The stories of the Starchild started a stir in the city, among the commoners and the low lifes, even among the outlaws. The Starchild was to be found in Proximo, the stories told, and the Starchild would overthrow the Guvernor and eventually the Emperor of Mankind, thus the stories were told and so people believed them to be true...

Soon the city was deemed a place of Heresy, and the stories attracted attention from wide and far. The attention of the Imperial Inquisition, of opportunity seeking Rogue Traders and Pirate Kings, of Outlaw Fortune Hunters, of the Daemon Hunters also. The prophecy of the Starchild might not be true, it didn't have to be, 'cause it had sparked light in the very inner forces of man, in love, in hate, in hopes of glory and wealth, in death and despair. This will be the story of the fall of Proximo - the prophecy of the Starchild!