Blast from the Past: Major Charles Wimmingson Stappsman

 21 April 2013, and Major Charles Wimmingson Stappsman is introduced to the World.

 

Major Charles Wimmingson Stappsman CBE (Commander, Order of the British Empire), Sportsman, Big Game Hunter, Explorer...all around man and hero of the Empire. He is as comfortable with a whiskey and soda in his club as he is with a .440 Webley in a lost temple in some Imperial outpost.

Major Charles Wimmingson Stappsman is a 28mm metal piece from Foundry I painted circa 2012.

Lose more Elves That Way

The mangled body of Dark Elf Ec'Dkar Burntstrr is yet another tragic example of a warrior's overconfidence in the face of ruthless foes.

His foolish single-handed assault upon the opponent's unbroken line has led to this unsurprising result.

If only he had heeded the coach's words, " For the Dark God's sake Use YOUR SPEED to stary an arm's length away," before he rushed out on to the pitch vs the Lizardman team of Commander Grrr Bnsmshrr.  Instead, Ec'Dkar ran straight into the arms of Commander Grrr Bnsmshrr and his Boneheads. Now his team is going to have to pay the expenses of a resurrectionists to reanimate the late Dark Elf as his father, Count Quk'Dth  Burntstrr. is one of the team owners. Oh well, maybe the rich, entitled, idiot will learn to follow his coach's directions in the future. NOT!

Commander Grrr Bnsmshrr, and his Bonehead lineslizards.

World Historyprof: Blood Bowl Lizardmen-Pain in Scales

The luckless Ec'Dkar Burntstrr is a kit bashed plastic Blood Bowl piece I put together and painted last week.

Undead Egyptian VP Terrain

Long lost Ancient Egyptian shields and bronze tipped spears wait to be grabbed by adventurers searching for treasures hidden in the desert sands.   

Too late will said adventurers find that these are cursed weapons that are guarded by undead warriors just waiting to be revived to take the lives of the living.  

This is a kit bashed piece of terrain that I built for an upcoming Pulp adventure.

Time Waits for No Man

      Ahh to be young again...

This picture of me and "Paint" at the family cattle ranch in California was taken circa 1974, at the same time I began to paint military miniatures.

                          

A few years later I painted these metal 15mm (.59in.) Kentucky Cavalry of the War Between the States (These were the first Civil War pieces I painted as my first armies were Napoleonic and African Colonial Scrubby "N" scale miniatures). I painted the third man from the left as me based on the above photo. As Levi Jackets weren't common in the East that time. I'm wearing my leather jacket and red shirt.  I doubted Pintos were common in Southern Cavalry, so I painted my horse as a black Morgan like my Great-grandfather rode at the 28 July 1864, Battle of Ezra Church. 

50 years and 26,000+ figures later, I still have fond memories of those college days, early painted armies and countless miniature battles. My hair is grayer, and I need glasses, but I still have a passion for painting figures and miniature games. It seems that some things don't change with time LOL.

Death Can Not Stop The Draugr

Wanderers and adventurers beware the horrors of the Draugr. For neither the grave nor death itself can stop the Draugr from rampaging the lands of the living.

These undead spirits haunt the royal cairns and graveyard of Midgard and rise to destroy those that disturb their "homes," or to revenge themselves on those who wronged them when they lived.

These lost souls will themselves the power to animate their rotting corpses so as to wander in the lands of the living.

Yet they are not weak zombies but are actually much stronger than they were in life. As their evil spirts give their corrupted remains near superhuman strength with which they can reap their revenge upon the living. Some even retain the intelligence and magic powers they held when they were living.

I painted this plastic Draugr earlier this week.

Artillery Park VP

Artillery ready to be mounted makes a good victory point for a variety of games. 

These are 17th century pieces.

The cannons are plastic while the powder barrels are wood.

I make this VP terrain this week.

"I Will have my Vengeance upon those who wrong My People"

 

I am Vidar, the son of Woden and the Jotunn Gridir, destined survive Ragnarök and avenge my fallen family members!

As the youngest of the Gods, I spend my time improving my combat skills for the last battle.

To that end, I have had the "Craftmasters of Midgard" create the strongest boots in the Nine Worlds, imbedded with strong magics that will enable me to crush my enemies during Ragnarök.

With these, and my great strength, I am destined to face the most powerful horrors of Ragnarök and reap my vengeance upon them.

My great strength is no boast as all recognize that, aside from my older brother Thor, I am the strongest of all the Gods.

And yes, I am the God of Vengeance. I shall show no mercy upon my foes; they will be utterly destroyed-especially the monstrous wolf Fenrir. For that is the vow of VIDAR!

Vidar is a plastic piece I finished last night.