I only use Coffins during the Daylight

Nada Sanguis Potator rests in the day while his minions Eyy and Gorr keep watch.

While at night Nada takes a human form, during the daylight he prefers the smaller shape of a bat as it gives him a roomier feeling.

Soon the night will fall, and Dada will take the field to lead his Blood Bowl team to bloody victory.

Or a bloodier defeat, for every vampire knows you must have revenge on the victors when you loose...

This is a plastic Blood Bowl piece I painted earlier this month.

Happy Easter

                                 Happy Easter from the Mad Hatter Painter and his Wife.

Look Me in the Eye and Die

The dreaded Cockatrice, part wyvern, serpent and rooster, so fearsome that it can kill with a look a touch or with its breath.

As hard to kill as they were deadly, they were fearsome creatures to face in combat.

This is an old 1970's metal piece from Grenadier. As with most Grenadiers from that period, it is a blocky design with limited design quality, but was fine for D&D gaming back then.

Even the Dead Fear ME

The fearsome visage of Garm, the Guard dog of Hel's lands of the dead, is the last sight seen by those trying to leave Modgud. Neither fully dead nor alive, Garn slowly rots and paces back and forth on ceaseless guard duty while constantly testing the strength of his bindings.

Being chained to the Gnipahellir Cave for countless centuries to prevent the souls of the dead from escaping has warped Gram's mind into a morass of hatred for the living.

When Ragnarök comes, Garm will be freed of his chains so to wreak havoc on the World.

Till then, Hel's Helldog will guard the realm's of the dead while longing to be free to rend and destroy all in his path.

Of course, if some mortals are foolish enough to come to Garm's cave, their death screams will be as pleasing to his fevered mind as the taste of their blood in his mouth.

Garn is a plastic piece I finished painting this morning.

Power Junctures Make Excellent Targets

Electric power, the life blood of any technological society.

This is especially true on frontier colonial planets on the edge of Imperial Space. Planets prone to raids and even battles with the Imperial enemies.

Making this type of power juncture a especially tempting target.

SO, here we have a perfect energy victory point target for any Sci Fi game.

As with most terrain pieces, this is a kit bashed piece I painted this week.

I Use Lycanthropy for REVENGE

"Yes. I Sigmund Volsunga have the power of Lycanthropy."

As the youngest of ten sons, it fell to him to avenge the murders of family members by the clan of King Siggeir. His family fell victim to a dastardly ambush by the kings' forces when Sigmund refused to give up the magic sword "Balmung" to King Siggeir. Only Sigmund and his sister Signy escaped.

Escaping to the forest and living as a fugitive, Sigmund destroyed a band of bandits, taking their wolf cloaks a booty, not knowing they were cursed. By wearing a cursed wolf skin, Sigmund gained the power to transform into a wolf. With Balmung and the power of lycanthropy, he finally destroyed King Siggeir and his clan.

After many adventures, Balmung was shattered in battle (against Oden no less) leading to the hero's death. Much later his son Sigurd will reforge the blade and use it to carve his own fame into the Saga's.

Sigmund is a plastic piece I finished today.

"BERSERKERS-Flee For Your Lives"

BESERKERS! A cry and scene that can freeze the heart of even brave warrior. Having sworn their lives to Oden, Berserkers, worked themselves into such a battle frenzy that they became near immune to pain to such an extent that it took massive body damage to stop them. Wounds that would incapacitate a normal warrior seemed to only furth enrage these crazed warriors. 

This band of three Berserker's under the command of Viggo Bjornblod can easily slash their way through 10 or even 20 times their number.

Mikkel. himself. cut down 12 opponents in his last battle. Although it took him all winter to recover from his wounds.

Joren, as the survivor of more than 20 raids, has lost count of those who have fallen under his blades when he has been und the red eyed mist of his battle frenzy.

Knowing that only death can stop a Berserker in full frenzy has led to many warriors simply fleeing for their lives when the Berserker's are released to into battle.

Only the bravest, or fools, try to stop one of the crazed warriors whose blood thirsty reputation is founded in all too gory facts.

I finished these plastic pieces this morning for my Ragnarök game.

Griffins have Babies Too

Even though he is just learning to fly, this baby Griffin is already a dangerous creature.

Deadly claws, talons and beak will only become more powerful as he grows to his full potential.

Til then he must choose his prey more carefully than he will as an adult.

This is an old metal Ral Partha casting from the 1970's that I found in last week. It was a nice piece back then, but small. At only 28 x 45 x 10mm (1.1 x 1.77 x .39 inches) it was not much taller than the standard human figure of the time.

Fenrir Wolf Unbound

The monster wolf-Fenrir is FREE! Revenge will be his!

For countless centuries, Fenrir was constrained by the gods out of fear for the terrorizing powerful beast.

Now that Fenrir is free, plans to reap his terrible vengeance on the gods...

Starting with Tyr, the traitorous god who was the reason Fenrir was bound by the magic silken chains called Gleipnir. 

  

Besides, the memory of the delicious taste of Tyr's right hand has been fresh in Fenrir's mind for centuries. Surly the rest of Tyr's body will be just a lip-smacking good, drool, drool!

Both adversaries are plastic pieces I painted earlier this month.

Fenrir-Fury Waiting to be Released

 

The monstrous wolf Ferir, Child of Loki and Angerboda, feared by mortals and gods alike. 

Fenrir was contained by the gods using Gleipnir, the magic silk bonds created by the dwarves and wrapped around the beast at the cost of Tyr's hand. Then the gods muzzled Fenrir by trusting a magic sword through his jaws. Acts the raised Fenrir's hatred of the gods to a fever pitch.

While bound, Fenrir can only stoke his hatred and plan for Ragnarök when he will break loose to rain down his revenge on his enemies and swallow the Sun.

The thought of how good Oden will taste makes his mouth water with anticipation. Tyr's time will come next and then the rest of those cursed gods.

Yes, Ragnarök will be a day of delicious reckoning! Till then, Fenrir waits, plots and tests his bonds...someday they will break...someday...

Fenrir is a plastic piece I painted this week.

Take Our Ball-We Will Take Your Blood

Vampire Bats take protecting the Blood Bowl Ball seriously.

Try and take it at your own risk.

The game is called Blood Bowl for a reason...

These are the first plastic pieces I have painted for Richard's Vampire Blood Bowl team.