Thursday, 30 August 2012

A problem of Brobdingrabian Proportions

So here was my problem, right - I know damn well that many of the opponents my O&G mob will be up against over the next few days have a nice selection of monstrous infantry available to them. Not just the Ogres - although they're clearly the worst offenders - but horrors like the infamous Black Coach of the Vampire Counts, Skaven Rat Ogres or the jolly inclusion of Kroxigor amongst the otherwise worthless Lizardmen skinks.

Drawing on the 'ready to play' list Gen. Leofa kindly provided me, I couldn't really see anything that I could field to deal with them, other than a solid defensive line of goblins to cover my pre-emptive retreat, of course. So I panicked, pulled out all my teeth and hired this chap.

Allo. I'm ungry.
This is Brob. He'll be playing as an aggressive midfielder, flexibly moving between defense and offense as the moment requires. Had I been thinking in advance, I'd have taken more pictures of him as a work in progress - he's one of Gen. Kas's stable, and more usually runs with the Ogres, hence the tattoo of the Great Maw on his midriff.

Kas's Ogres all wear blue jeans, so Brob follows suit. Long, Tall and Prone To Falling don't have an outlet in the Border Princes, so he's had to resort to patches. Leather, mostly. He teaches Geography at the weekends. Giant geography is much simpler than that of humans, as you'd expect of beings capable of biting a U-shaped valley into any damn thing they please.

Thank god the miniature was available, frankly - it's a cracker, full of character and detail (like the crushed goblin on the ground behind it). This one's been converted with what I believe is the metal jaw of Gazhkull Thraka, a 40K model, so I had to do a little freehand work to extend the straps on which his chin piece is hung.

Pokemon! I choose you!

I discovered as I painted that there weren't many inks to hand. I use a fair amount of ink to emphasize and delineate borders between areas on a model, and I was a bit disappointed with the GW washes. They were a wash-out, frankly.

Good and handy for a relatively flat surface, but too thin to actually mark a shadow or crease well, I found. So Brob was looking a bit insipid until I came across a vintage bottle of Chestnut Ink, which rescued a lot of the brown strappy areas, as well as the bronze collar, the brass chain and the battered chestplate on his right forearm.

Pick up and... Remove as casualty, probably.
The washes did great work for his feet and nails, though, as well as a champion showing from Griffon Sepia on the yellow areas. They do work well on bright colours, these washes, something my older red and yellow inks always failed spectacularly at.

 Pretty random, giants, but always tremendously entertaining. No longer prone to stupidity, they're slightly more independent than they used to be. Given that I couldn't take any of the warmachines, trolls or wyverns I would have liked, Brob will have to do. See, I thought in my naivety that we were restricted to fully painted and accurate models, but I've recently learnt this wasn't entirely true, something I shall be teasing Gen. Leofa about aggressively over the next three days. Or, quite possibly, years. Had I known the full selection of undercoated orcs and goblins lurking in his bags, I might have chosen differently.

But I have no regrets - Gnashbad Da Bad's warband awaits your pleasure shortly, and it's another of my ever ill-fated experiments in army design. I look forward (as I'm sure you all do too) to seeing how Brob fulfils his role (cannon magnet) on the battlefield!

1 comment:

  1. Very, very nice. I may not be so forthcoming when it's jumping up and down on my puny footsoldiers, but that's an impressive model.