No, I don't have a copy of the aptly named Cursed City. I did however pay an eBay scalper roughly the price of a Jakkob Bugmansson to get a Dagnai Holdenstock.
Part of me wanted to paint this guy in a style that would really set off his coat, but instead I opted to a more muted scheme that fit better with the rest of my army. As evidenced by this shot of Dagnai, Jakkob, and Bjorgen.23 April 2021
Dagnai Holdenstock
13 March 2021
Arkanaut Ironclad
I finally finished up my Ironclad. With this, I now have a serviceable 2000 point army. I've been working on it between other projects for the better part of three months, so I'm glad to finally put finish her. Here are some shots.
28 February 2021
Kharadron Overladies for Fembruary
09 January 2021
A Plan Brewing
Bjorgen Thundrik took a deep pull from his tankard. He tried to hide his expression, but his eyebrows involutely raised in surprise at the quality (and alcohol content) of the beer he sampled. There was no doubt that this abv in this mug was higher than even the customary Duardin draughts.
Across the table in the dimly lit back corner of the Blue Drake Tavern, Jakkob Bugmansson XI smiled into his own cup. At this point in his career he had become quite accustomed to the reaction he could read the across the face of Profiteer.
"So, do we have a deal then?" he asked as we swirled the sweet amber poison around in his tankard.
Bjorgen looked the brewmaster steady in the eye as he drained the rest of his mug before speaking. "To give credit where it's due, this is an amazing ale you've got here. But, I'm still a bit cloudy as to why you're coming to me with an offer of exclusive distribution. I'm just a retired Profiteer whose hung up his armour and retired to running a little tavern."
Jakkob put down his mug and leaned closer to Bjorgen before speaking in a voice lower and laced with humour. "O come now Thundrik, we both no better than that! Sure you've got this seedy little bar on the edge of outsider ring here on Barak-Nar, but you've got similarly placed whole-in-the-walls on both Barak-Zilfin and Barak-Urbaz; and you're looking to purchase another on Barak-Zon as well. I don't know what this is all about, but I want in."
Before Bjorgen could protest in surprise, Jakkob then also added, "And I also want to stick it to Grungsson. I know you can't stand him either, so I figure whatever you've got planned will involve ruining his day. For that reason alone I want in."
With that Jakkob leaned back from his conspiratorial stance and finished the rest of his mug while eying Bjorgen.
"Alright, Bugmansson, you've got a deal. I can't tell you what all you're in for as of yet, both you seem to have your finger in the wind. My tavern will definitely benefit from your brews, and my Gunhauler from your navigational. Pour another round and let's drink to our new partnership."
I painted the brewer using the same tones as the rest of the army, but with a less pronounced blue than on the bulk of the Shiny Bois. I figure the brewer would try to keep his armour more or less allegiance neutral, being the savvy business-dorf that he is.
07 January 2021
More Balloon Bois!
30 December 2020
A Second Grundstok Gunhauler
It's been a while since I've updated here! I've been hard at work at the hobby since the Solstice, but most of it has been posted over at the Analogue Hobbies Painting Challenge. You can find my stuff here (LINK).
Whilst I've been painting a variety of different miniatures, a second Grundstok Gunhauler has been the big news for the Sky Dorfs:
26 November 2020
A Tale of Krås Krüngle
A Holiday Tale from Chamon:
The Kharadron claim that they believe only in the power of the capital and the cunning of a mercantile meritocracy. They tell stories of how their god told them to fend for themselves, and this was the impetus for them to learn grit and self-determination—how they have outgrown the Old Ways and are beholden to no god, creed, or superstition. However this only the official party line.
In the outer rings of the skyports and the below decks of almost any skyvessel of the line, things are different. The old ways persist, and even new stories and myths have emerged as the Age of Chaos turns to the Ages of Sigmar.
One of these stories is of a Duardin of old—ancient in years beyond counting. One night a year, he visits all the skyports in a single evening and delivers presences to good little dorf of various genders. His name is Krås Krüngle.
As the days grow short and the nights grow long, and as forces of chaos stretch out their evil tendrils to ensnare all that is good in Chamon, Krås Krüngle calls forth the fallen Duardin heroes of yore and leads them on a yearly hunt across the heavens. He and his host bring light to the darkness, spreading goodness and cheer across all the skyports by giving gifts to the younglings.
While the Geldraad don't like to admit it, the stories are good for business and so they let the "superstition" go....
I haven't had much time to paint as of late, but I've been working on this conversion for the last week or so. He's built off a Blood Bowl slayer model with plenty of kit bashing and modeling added. He serves no purpose in any army or list—just a bit of whimsy as the days grow short and the nights grow cold.
11 November 2020
Jakkob Bugmansson XI: Brewmaster-General
The Holidays seem to upon us, and dear old GW has released a limited edition model for the Kharadron Overlords, Jakkob Bugmansson XI: Brewmaster-General. (LINK)
Image from GW |
The duardin. The myth. The legend. In times long past, the name of Bugman was a byword for quality amongst the people of the world-that-was, a brewsmith capable of producing the very best beverages the dwarves had to offer. Now, in the Age of Sigmar, another has risen to take his mantle – the Kharadron known as Jakkob Bugmansson XI!
This is obvious meant to tug on those nostalgia strings. Bugman is one of (if not the) oldest model in the Warhammer Fantasy line. However, since I have no allegiance to the Old World, I'm not necessarily impressed by the lore.
What I am impressed by is the sculpt. There doesn't seem to be a War Scroll for this fellow yet (though one can hope). He comes on a 32mm base which works well for proxying him for an Aether-Khemist, Endrinmaster, or Aetheric Navigator. The idea of a drunk navigator sounds amazingly dorfy to me, but we'll see what is needed when we finally get the Chonky Bois to the table.
05 November 2020
Female Kharadron Overlords—a Journey
27 October 2020
Painting the Profiteers
Thundrik's Profiteers |
The main paint scheme I'm using for my Chonky Bois™ is mostly blue metallic with some golden bibs and bobs. To differentiate Thundrik and his Profiteers, I've basically inverted the colours here. This lets them tie into the larger army while still looking distinct.
Why would I want that distinction? Well, in AoS, they are stuck as a unit and have to be from Barak-Nar. The colours here are pretty unique since I'm not sure which sky-port I want to run, but I'm sure it will be either Barak-Zilfin, Barak-Urbaz, or Barak Thryng. As such, there won't be any bonuses that Thundrik and his lads will be able to enjoy.
My current idea is to scratch build a heavily modded Gunhauler, give it Coalbeard's Collapsible Compartments for Thundrik and the lads (and maybe an extra navigator), and then send them off as a commando unit to hunt objectives. This is possibly a horrible idea.
The paint recipe is pretty simple:
- Prime Black
- Heavy drybrush of VMC Gunmetal
- Light drybrush of VGC Silver
- Glaze blue bits with Citadel Guilliman Blue
- Glaze gold bits with mix of Citadel Contrast Iyaden Yellow and Gryph-hound Orange
- Another light drybrush of VGC Silver
- Finish the owl
24 October 2020
Bjorgen's Tale
Bjorgen Thundrik |
Ever since he and his boys had come out of that godforsaken mountain of Beastgrave things had been different. They had gone off to Shadespire in search of treasure and had found themselves separated from their skyvessel and fighting just to stay alive.
Due to some sort of blasted magic of the place when they did finally emerge, it was in neither Ulgu nor Hysh but out of the living mountain in Ghur. Luckily by then they'd found their ship and were able to fly home with relative ease.
Relative ease is what they thought the rest of their life would be after loading up their with gunhawler with so much treasure it hung low to the ground like a damaged frigate. However, this when they learned that The Code wasn't really all the law their was among the Kharadron.
Turns out that when you show up with enough riches to destabilize three sky-ports, people get a tad bit miffed at you. All that faux meritocratic bullshit peels off to reveal an all-too-common underbelly of those in power doing whatever they can to maintain control. And so, Bjorgen and the boys were on the outs, even while each could ostensibly buy and sell Brokk Grungsson three times over.
And so, Bjorgen sat in the corner of the tavern nursing a whisky and nursing a grudge against the whole damn system. The whole blasted thing was a house of lies, and he was beginning to feel like the big bad wolf.