Tuesday, 31 December 2013

And Lo, Sainted Tigran made a castle of his ass: A terrain piece and horrid history of terrain building


I've always appreciated good looking terrain.  It is such a perfect accompaniment to well painted models and has a valuable role to contribute to the narrative of any battle and the continuing story of any army that crosses it.  That said I've never been one for making it: or maybe not anything notable for anything but cringe factor.  I remember getting a book from the public library when I was a child.  My head was full of knights and dragons and the book demonstrated how to build medieval castles out of wood.  I painstaking hacked up plywood and constructed a ramshackle hill that was supposed to terminate in a raised moat.  Somewhere along the line I'd screwed up the measurements and the "island" intended for a majestic castle was so crumped up it would have struggled to accommodate a 28mm scale outhouse.  Even to my 10 year old mind it looked like ass.  That sentiment remains and whenever I tried to build a terrain piece in the intervening years It ended up half completed and eventually made it's way into the trash.

Monday, 9 December 2013

Blood Bowl Witch Elf


Head on!  The face as a focal point came out clean.  Remainder not so much.
Fresh off a Blood bowl diatribe and still in possession of the witch elf kit I'm supposed to make a penitent from I decided to throw together a new Dark Elf Blood Bowl squad.  My last team was the Kar Karond Corsairs.  I painted them about 10 years ago and time away hasn't made the sculpts or my painting appear any better.  At the time I had a really bad idea about using yellow as a team colour and as a primary colour for a Warhammer Dark Elf army.  The team got painted and played.  The army ended up a terrible lesson that ended in horror and a poor choice of colour was only the first push of a snowball of pure hobby shit.  I have ruined many models attempting ill considered conversions, am guilty of many bad paint jobs but my greatest hobby shame was selling a relatively well painted army to a wargaming troglodyte.  It made me feel like Gepetto might have if he had sold Pinochio to the inmates at a Turkish prison.