Thursday, 20 October 2016

Some artwork

We're having a campaign day locally, so I drew this piece to serve as a banner for the event.

Sunday, 2 October 2016

Song of Gods and Glory - Part II: Plaguelings and Retinue tables.

Moving on, the next element of Pestifex' retinue. I managed to roll up a whopping 4 Plaguelings: Small and mischievous demon-children of the Plague-Father.

Saturday, 1 October 2016

Song of Gods and Glory - Part I: Pestifex

During a campaign in the buzzing south, a young mercenary had suddenly fallen ill. At first, and for many weeks, it merely manifested as boils in the crevices of the body. Painful if touched but discrete enough to go unnoticed by his comrades. But then came the fever, and the young mercenary spent more and more of his time retired in the wagons or in his tent. Until there came a time when the company had been camping for a week and he had not shown his face but once.
At last, his fellow soldiers grew worried. What they found as they entered the tent was as repulsive as it was horrifying. Sitting, hunched over and draped in ragged cloth, was a pale wretch of the young mercenary, surrounded by the rot and filth of numerous dead beings.
And he turned his head and spread his arms wide:

“I welcome you, my brotherssss.”

From the filth crawled forth numerous demons, cackling and grimacing.

Thursday, 25 August 2016


Here's a quick only semi-miniature related post. Fished out my tablet again, and drew this:

'Scourge' - RH 2016

Friday, 12 August 2016


 Preparing for an experiment into a homebrew "big battle" SoBH in a couple of weeks, I've added to my greenskin forces, making this small warband.

They'll form one of 3 subdivisions in the overall force.
As 'ard as dey get, at least according to Torkborg himself. A claim he backs up with a bloody big mace.

Wednesday, 10 August 2016


In a barren pass, a warband of chaos fights its way through an orc ambush.
I am slowly working away at a proper chaos retinue, inspired ye' olde Path of Glory. Its a theme I find myself returning to continously. Warbands of crazed followers of dark gods, mutated with barely understood eldritch magic running trough their veins and battling for a faint chance of eternal glory, their ultimate fate most likely being madness... that's some cool imagery, and quite fertile grounds for modelling projects. 

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

lil' bugger

A goblin with that big of a smile can only be up to mischief.