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Snotlings are among the most adorable minis Games Workshop have ever made. They're tiny, green, dumber than bricks and utterly useless in battle, but like so many of the 1980s GW figures they have tons of character and provided a laugh by buggering up all the time.
Welcome to another "I started this mini about a year ago and finished it a couple of days ago" post.
I knocked out this trio of glutinous horrors last year and I love them.
After being buggered about by Etsy's terrible package tracking system, this chap finally turned up Monday just in time for me to paint him on Tuesday, which was a day off that I didn't even realise I was getting.
I wish I could have finished this one before the end of Monster May(hem) but he was a lot of work.
The thousands of dead in Calden Keep have reanimated in this giant suit of necromantic armour. Glowing with the souls of the slain, the Goliath seeks new victims to increase its power in the real world.
I know I said in my last post that my next model was going to be something a bit more veggie, but I decided to hang on to that mini for Monster May(hem). So here are some more gobbos.
The Wolf of Calden commanded the final defence of Calden Keep against the peasant uprising. Slaughtered by the enraged citizens, he's risen from the dead to seek vengeance against those who hacked him down.
I've somehow managed to get a second Fembruary entry done right on the wire.
Suddenly I stop, but I know it's too late... I'm lost in a forest, all alone — "A Forest", The Cure, 1980.
I meant to post this about 10 days ago as my final Season of Scenery entry, but totally forgot what with the sci-fi scenery and getting into Space Station Zero. And thanks to a cock-up on my part, there are no sentinels. I just couldn't think of another title.
The Wayfarers line a lonely path through the gloomy forest. No one knows why they're there. No one knows who made them. No one knows what their esoteric carvings mean. No one knows why all three can't be in focus at the same time.
