Saturday, 1 March 2014

Pigaro qua, Pigaro la

Remind me to never again to take on fifteen models in one go...

(And yes, I realise that statement sounds incredibly wussy after Kraken's 50-model romp through the zombies. A Rompie, if you will)

I usually like to paint in smaller groups, finishing them entirely before moving on. However, this project required everything to be assembled in one go - the new boars are nice, but they are hell to rank up - so fifteen boar boys it was, and it feels like it's lasted an age.

First up, the spear-armed boar boys...

Savage Orc Boar Boyz
You may recognise the middle one from September 2012

Savage Orc Boar Boyz
Three conversions here: a musician and a standard bearer demoted to the ranks.
The one on the right just had a weapon swap, so doesn't feel so bad about it.

The spear-throwing boar boy was a late addition (had the idea for a conversion as I was painting the unit, then saw the musician model on eBay ... kismet), and he came out quite well. The spear-chucking arm is pretty muscular for the model, so I'll say I modelled him on Hell (Boar) Boy.

Savage Orc Boar Boy
Quite pleased with the re-sculpted face.
The Green Hand of Doom is, of course, insanely out of proportion.

I reckon Savage Orc Boar Boyz will be most useful in small, single-rank units (since back ranks don't get Frenzied attacks), so I've based them 6-wide with a musician.

Savage Orc Boar Boyz
The battle cry is "Apple Sauce!"

The second unit has fewer conversions, and are armed with clubs (so they might get proxied for two hand weapons if I ever feel like toying with the Wild Abandon rule).

Savage Orc Boar Boyz
The model on the right is a rarity: a Leofa conversion in metal, circa '99.

Savage Orc Boar Boyz
And three of the original Savage Orc army that started all this.

Savage Orc Boar Boyz
The thunder of hooves trot-trot of trotters.

Those of you skilled in arithmetic will note that this only adds up to twelve models. I have three more command models to finish. The ones above are just the ... ahem ... grunts.


  1. If they took an age, it's well worth it. Them's some savage lookin' boyz, right enuff.

  2. "Fewer" conversions. Demerit, Morgan.

    Very pleased my old conversion survived the butchering. Even more pleased his shield is blazoned with a fist in honour of my space marine army and my RN ship.

  3. With apologies to Leofa for confusing 'less conversions' with 'fewer'. I was, of course, mortified and changed the wording without delay.

    That said, language is a evolutionary, and if we want to win the Battle of the Apostrophe, we need to expend fewer bullets on lesser skirmishes.

    I submit this screed by Stephen Fry as Exhibit A:

  4. Nonsense - by ignoring fewer lesser skirmishes we stand a better chance of winning the war!

    Anyway, that which Fry omits to entertain is the notion that some may simply revel in the beauty of language correctly used. Not for clarity's sake or for reasons of perceived superiority, but rather its artistry.

    Alas, artists are fallible too: of course I meant emblazoned not blazoned.


    1. "Weird Al" Yankovic - Word Crimes