Weekend at Burnies Old World - Tomb Kings vs Troll Horde

Trolls!

Waaagh! Meet Again...

One thing about an Orc & Goblin army ... there's always more of them.

The Trollpuddle Martyr

Another quick-fix job from the dawn of time.

Spock Footage

Elves in space? Well I never.

Vigorish Allsorts

As bags go, this week's painting haul was a mixed one.

The Coming of the Magi

Oh so close. You can almost taste the brandy butter.

Five Gold Things

Okay, five might be a slight exaggeration.

Eight Expendable Extras

On the eighth day of Advent, the WoffBoot brought to me ... Eight Goblins Knocking!

"Don't worry, they won't get through that unless they have a ... oh, they do."

More ... more... Moria!

Home to Roost

We're on the home straight with the Space Marines commission! Hurrah. It's been good fun, rattling through them and seeing the army build up. Can't say I'm really going to miss painting all that black and red, though. 

Or the logo. 

All I Want for Christmas is my Lower Jaw

There was a plum pudding in our Advent Calendar today. I nearly just copied that, but it wasn't quite grimdark enough.

No Such Thing

But who is this creature with terrible claws?

Da Dry Gulchas

Trolls!

Not the bad kind that make opprobrious comments on the internet; but the good kind, who chew your legs off and spew corrosive vomit. Who doesn't love a troll?

I already have half a dozen of the old metal Stone Trolls, so you could argue that my troll needs are well-catered for. However, when I saw a complete set of old metal River Trolls, erroneously titled 'Swamp Trolls' (and thus finding no other bidders), I had to pounce.

Not pictured: Swamp Trolls

Out with the New, in with the Old

Seeing Stylus's recent updating of his Savage Orcs got me mulling over some of my own previous painting crimes. I'd also run out of new models to paint (and hobby budget for the year), so I went through some of my old ice cream tubs to see what was stashed away in them.

These are the very first lead miniatures I ever bought. The minotaur is the actual first, from GW Preston (never lived there, long story), and although his paint job had been touched up a few years back, he'd had a recent run-in with my three-year-old nephew. Varnish proved insufficient to protect him from a few chips, given that said nephew rolls not dice but actual minis. After conclusively proving that he could beat a giant scorpion in a fight (the scorpion fell to pieces first), he was on the list.

I think my basing was supposed to represent stable sweepings on a dungeon floor.