4th Edition High Elf Archers & Spearmen


, , , ,

So now I can play Warhammer 4th Edition with all the minis from the box set painted.  And I just might do that!




Dark Imperium Poxwalkers


, , , ,

Finally finished these tricky bleeders.  I’m not very happy with them.  Like the Death Guard, they are lovely minis that I think really encapsulate the Nurgle plague zombie look.  They are heavily detailed, and you can see by looking at them how much time the poor sculptors must have spent looking at icky pictures of diseases and weird infections and gross skin conditions.  But they are blinking hard to paint.  There’s just so much there, so many different textures, so many tiny details.  In the end I had to accept that there is only so much a boy can do!



The Ninefold Square, Tzeentch Thrall Wizards Warband


, , , , , , , , , ,

One of the bits of The Lost And The Damned that is often overlooked is the section on Tzeentch Thrall Wizards.  Instead of a Champion and warband, you can have nine wizards instead.   The wizard champion is enhanced by their followers and becomes more powerful in the game.  They can all receive chaos gifts and rewards and all that stuff.  This has long appealed to me, and so I finally got around to putting a warband together.


There are some fantastic oldhammer miniatures here, all of which were a pleasure to paint.  Probably the one I’m least happy with is the Samantha Phox, which is an atrocious mini really – not for the sexism (though it is mildly sexist), but the terrible anatomy of the arms and head (and boobs).  My favourites here were the wizard with the staff and bare feet, and the Hero Quest evil magician, but they were all a pleasure to paint.

I hope you enjoy the photos as much as I enjoyed painting them.


The whole warband.


The wizard with the biggest staff must be the champion, right?


Oldhammery goodness


Wizard with a machine gun!


Gondolf the purple


Early Orc Shaman becomes human wizard easily

Scout Squad Fe – Advanced Space Crusade Scouts


, , ,

I’ve had these knocking around for a while now waiting to be posted up here.  I am still struggling with eyes, but I’m getting better I think.  I liked the early scouts much more than the modern ones – these plastic ones aren’t exactly dynamically posed but their outfits are fantastic.  I love the mix of military and flouncy, kind of like Prince!


Sgt. Fe and his squad prepare for an infiltration and elimination mission.


Dark Imperium Death Guard


, , , , ,

Sometimes a hobby can feel like a chore and trying to get this lot done was one of those times.  I found them very difficult to get looking this good, and I don’t think I did a very good job at all.  Beautiful minis but there is so much fine detail!


Death approaches


The Noxious Plaguecaster


The unstoppable march of death




Plague Marines in the house

DSC_0006 (1)

More Plague Marines.

A Very Waaagh! Christmas…


, , , , , , , ,

All over Angelis there is a story that the runts tell each other, and it goes something like this…


So der was dis grot, right?  An’ his master was hungry, but there was nuffin to eat in the whole place.  An’ his master sez to ‘im, “Oi you orrible grot, get me somethin to eat or I’m gonna pull yer arms and legs off and eat them!”  Now dis grot dint ave no teef, and his masters credit was no good.  He tried nicking sum food, but he got caught an given a right kickin, and he sat down outside ‘is master’s shack and he had a bit of a sniffle cos he dint want his arms and legs pulled off.  Then dis ork shows up and says ‘Ere, wot’s up wiv you little Stinka” and the grot looks up and sees the Runtherd what raised him and trained him and sold him to ‘is master.  ‘Dat big git is gonna pull my arms and legs off and eat ’em, mister Skabnik boss,’ and e explained ’bout the teef and all that stuff.  Now, the Runtherd in question was a bit odd but was alright, yer know, and ‘e’d had a few jars cos it was Gork’s birthday so ‘e was feelin’ a bit soft.  An’ ‘e sez, “Dat bastard, dat would invallydate yer warranty.  I’ll show ‘im.” And ‘e fishes around in a pile of scrap until ‘e finds a suitable tool, and then ‘e goes into the master’s shack and beats ‘im around the ‘ed with dis big old bell what he found, clang-a-lang-a-lang until the master is proper dead.  Stinka der grot widdled himself with joy, it was der best thing ‘e’d ever seen.  Den another ork showed up cos ‘e’d ‘eard da noise, and he said, ‘Ere what’s going on, why’d you beat his hed in?” So the Runtherd sez, “cos he was gonna eat dis grot”, and the new ork sez, “so what, i eat grots all da time, dat’s what dey is for” and the Runtherd sez “you ain’t havin no runts offa me then, Wortlug yer beggar”, and the new ork says “yer runts are crap anyway, they’z all weedy and no good anyfin cept eatin”.  The Runtherd, he has a think about things, and then ‘e its Wortlug wif da bell as well, clang-a-lang-a-lang, and the grot runs to get Wortlug’s grots who all agree dat dis is da best Gork’s birthday ever.  Den the Runtherd rounds up all da grots ‘e can find and says “come on lads, let’s show ’em who is weedy” and dat’s da story of how come we all got thrown out of Gorkamorka and ‘ad to become Freebootaz.

Something for the whole family to enjoy there, I am sure you’ll agree.

Renegade Runtherd Mob

The whole gang.

Runtherd with bionic arm and flamer

I rolled a grappling hook arm, so this seemed like a good choice of figure.

Runtherd with bolter and power shield

rolling on the assault weapons chart I got a power shield. I don’t think there are actually any rules for a power shield anywhere in Rogue Trader, though I might be wrong. Still, it got rolled so it gets modelled!

Super Grotz

A variety of early grot models. The two at the bottom left are Gorkamorka Rebel Grots, both of whom were missing arms. I figured that a Renegade Runtherd would be the only Runtherd who would fork out for bionics for grotz.

Super Grots - rebel grots

One has a power sword hand, the other has had his entire forearm replaced by a marine forearm with bolt pistol. Both, of course, count as grot blunderbusses!

Super Grots

The super grots have purple-pink trousers and green skin, and they hulk out.

Super Grots Runtbot

Obviously a normal runtbot wouldn’t be able to protect super grots.. Not that I had a normal runtbot. This Epic 40k gargant seems to do the job. Fortunately ork machinery tends to come in one style and a variety of sizes.

Skabnik, da Renegade Runtmaster

Aka, Santork… I think this is a Foundry piece. I really am not sure I want to know what’s in his sack.

A huddle of halberdiers!


, , , , ,

Another couple of Battle Masters squads painted up.  I tried to do these as quickly as I could without making a complete hash of them.  I was amused to note that the previous owner had stuck the flag sticker on upside down.  I think we all did that now and again.  Despite being forty years old and following the instructions, I still manage to fuck it up building these bloody things.  I snapped a trailing bit off a nurgle guy a few weeks ago.  I completely fucked up the eagle-on-antenna bit of the Death Watch biker marine, and have glued the wrong bits onto a genestealer hybrid more than once recently.  An upside down flag is nothing to me!


Halberdier squad

The simple shield paintjobs in blue and white were my first attempt at freehand shields. It went alright, I reckon.

Halberdier squad

The hardest part about this was gluing the shield stickers on. They would not stay flat.

Battle Masters Halberdiers

Ready for action!

Captain Occitan Rioghaine, Chief Victualler


, , , ,

I love that the title of the captain of the Seventh Company is Chief Victualler.  I wonder if he goes to the shops himself, or if he just writes the shopping list and sends some of his company to go?  Maybe they get tesco to deliver.  The Steel Guard are a fleet-based chapter with a Star Fortress and a number of Fortress Monastery-Garrisons so it might get a bit complex.  Perhaps he just writes the menus and hangs around the kitchen harassing the kitchen-workers like the manager at restaurant I worked for.  I’d hate to have to do the washing up after a big dinner for over a thousand hungry Space Marines.

So this chap is a Primaris Captain in gravis armour – which I think means that his armour makes him look pregnant!  I am glad that Games Workshop haven’t completely lost their playfulness.


Captain Rioghaine

The snow effect looks a lot better in the photo than it does in person.

Chief Victualler

I hate painting cloaks. Haven’t quite got the power sword effect right yet either.

30K Imperial Fists


, , ,

If I had my time again I would have decided to paint the Betrayal At Calth miniatures in the ‘correct’ Legion colourschemes.  There are a number of reasons for this.

  1. Historical exactness.  ‘Historical’ ‘exactness’.
  2. I have become more interested in the history and motivations of Lorgar and the Word Bearers since reading about them in one of the big expensive Horus Heresy rulebooks.
  3. The Ultramarines aren’t really as loathsome as all that, just a bit over-done.
  4. Imperial Fists and Death Guard might eventually get their own games and then what will I do?  I should have been more patient.
  5. Imperial Fists and Death Guard are really hard to paint and I’m just not good enough at painting to have done anything better than an ok job.

Still, I have one plastic Captain left to paint and then Betrayal At Calth will be complete.  If only I can remember what I did with him…



Don;t look too closely at the Legion icon…


matey-boy on the left is supposed to look like he is reaching for his pistol….


the chap on the left here has had his left pauldron replaced. it was supposed to look like a field replacement, but it just looks crap.


i don’t think that crests suit the Fists particularly.

Gangs of Old Prism


, , , , , ,

Every year on the Oldhammer forum we have a challenge.  Paint a model on a theme decided by the community; send it off so that all the models can be photographed together, and then one person drawn at random will win the lot!  It’s always great to see them altogether at the end, and all the different ways that people interpret the theme, and all the different models they use.  It’s not a painting competition either, so monkey-bastard handed noobs like me have a chance!

This year I chose to paint a Ganger.  I was fascinated by Confrontation back in the day, and had a tech gang that I was well pleased with.  Of course, I sold all my miniatures in about 2002 and haven’t managed to replace them yet.  Looking on ebay right now,  some of them are available for under a tenner each, so maybe now is the time…  as if I don’t already have a metric fuckload of miniatures waiting to be painted….

Necromunda passed me by the first time round.  I had discovered sex, drugs, and rock and/or roll by that point, and was so desperate to be cool that I probably wouldn’t have admitted to having ever even heard of Games Workshop, not at gunpoint, not on pain of death, not to save the life of my dear old white-haired granny.   The miniatures for Necromunda seem to be pretty divisive.  The plastic Goliaths aren’t really all that, but the Orlocks are much better, and it was an Orlock that I decided to paint.

Prism is a world currently under Imperial Interdiction, but many years ago it was a productive world, home to a handful of productive hive cities, and the fortress monastery of the Rainbow Warriors chapter of Space Marines.  The Rainbow Warriors took the best of the hive gangs and turned them into Adeptus Astartes, the rest were left to fight amongst themselves for territory and power.  Pictured below is one such ganger, of the Parti-Boys gang.  This gang were later involved in the l[REDACTED BY IMPERIAL DECREE-PLEASE REPORT TO YOUR LOCAL COMMISSAR FOR RETRAINING]t.

Necromunda Orlock - Parti-boy

The Parti-Boys are one of Prism’s most feared gangs.

Necromunda Orlock - Parti-Boy behind.

The Parti-Boys were responsible for the notorious Pog Balloon Incident of 369 M37.

Necromunda Orlock Parti-Boy

The incident occurred when the Parti-Boys took revenge on the Purple Lord, by stealing his beloved pet Poggle, having it skinned, stuffed, and filled with helium, then replaced in the Lord’s apartment, all during the time it took the Lord to move his considerable bowels one morning. The Lord had the last laugh however, and over 700 members of the Parti-Boys were rounded up and kicked to death by the Lord himself, who burned out six bionic legs in the process.