Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Beware the Bogs of Ottersricht!

-Heard from the bogs at night

"Here we go boys, another mutant paid his tax!" exclaimed Konrad as he tossed another mutant head onto the skiff. They had been hunting through the bog all day and their tally was seven mutants' taxed. The Monocrat would be pleased. There seemed to be an upswing in attacks of late. But the Tallymen would continue to trudge shin deep in muck to collect the tax and to keep the citizens of Ottersricht safe.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

2017 Year End Review

Ah, 'tis the season of year-end review blog posts! Much like last year, I am going to continue to focus on what I did not finish, versus what I did finish. After all, if you want to see what I painted, it's all (mostly) up on the blog.

First things, first, I did finish a few of the projects from last years list: the Lord of Worms, the dark future car, and the Magewraith Throne.

Unfortunately, there are still a few projects that I didn't touch during the entire year! You may recognize these two as being in exactly the same state as last year:


Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Four Score and Seven Years ago...

Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this planet, a new hive, conceived in labor, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. But they were wrong...
-Robo Lincoln

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Plague Marines

The chosen of Mortarion are a particularly deadly breed of heretic. Unlike the World Eaters and Emperor's Children, which descended into anarchy, or the Thousand Sons, which seem to have disappeared altogether, the Death Guard have retained much of their previous structure. When facing off against the forces of the Death Guard, we cannot rely on their lack of organization to provide exploitable weakness, as we can against other traitors. Although followers of Chaos, they possess a strange order...
-Excerpt from the Reports of Inquisitor Corrigan, 3 226 765.M38

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Brukk Gutthammer - Bloodbowl Ogre

"Remember son--Keep on pounding!"
-Karolingia Panthers Pregame Instructions to Brukk Gutthammer, Ogre star player.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The Norman Conundrum

Norman saw on English oak,

On English neck a Norman yoke;
Norman spoon in English dish,
And England ruled as Normans wish;
Blithe world in England never will be more,
Till England 's rid of all the four.

-Sir Walter Scott

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Ha-kell Yday, Spawn of Chaos

"Many moons ago, there was a great warlord, Ha-kell Yday, who united the tribes. He was a strong and powerful fighter who vanquished all his foes. He also possessed a tongue of silver, winning many converts through his oratory. But he coveted more power. More power than any single god could give him. So Ha-kell hatched a plan. First, he sold his soul to the Taker of Skulls for battle prowess. Then, he again sold his soul to the Plague Bringer for the resilience to absorb an blow. After that, he sealed another pact for his soul to She Who Thirsts for the quickness of the snake. Ha-kell was greedy and again attempted to barter his soul to the Great Conspirator. But the Great Conspirator was not fooled and knew that Ha-kell was duplicitous. And he told his brothers of Ha-kell's ruse. Together, they cursed Ha-kell for his vanity and his lies. The Gods mutated his flesh, causing it stretch and rip as his body transformed into a monster. Bones sprung from his back and wings sprouted from his shoulders. And to mock his hunger for power, hungry maws sprouted from body. Maws that must feed constantly. Then the Gods banished Ha-kell to wander the nine realms for all of eternity."
-Campfire tale of the Tahmak Marauders