Month One: Great Expectations
Our first month in my plan was to give Magnus his first unit of Kislevite cavalry. I had managed to assemble all the equestrian models and block in the base colors. In addition I managed to block in the base winged back banners, however, both the holidays and my capacity to put too much on my proverbial plate conspired to put me on my back feet this month.
Vying for both bench time and space has been an Eldar host from the 40th millennium (this is another group build project that should be winding down by Xmas).
A group Challenge to Paint a NEW Army for Warhammer Fantasy Battle or Rogue Trader
Showing posts with label Fred. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fred. Show all posts
Friday, December 1, 2017
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Fred's Empire Retinue
If you are here then it’s likely you’re an enthusiast of classic miniatures, tabletop games, and fantasy in general (or at least you’re curious). The question I’ll try to answer is ‘how I got here’. My name is Fred Rose and to give an answer I first have to make a confession. I have a minor obsession with making and having pretty miniatures. OK, not a minor one, it’s a 38 year old one and counting that started the minute I skipped out of art class and got off the Lake St. bus one snowy January day in 1979 in Minneapolis, MN to see what this curious hobby shop was that I passed everyday on my bus ride. When I stepped through the door of “The Little Tin Soldier Shop” that day, I didn’t know it at the time but the ‘Tin Soldier’ happened to be one of the epicenters of the nascent RPG and table top gaming hobby in the U.S.
What I saw as a 12 year old, already addicted modeler, when I pulled open the steamed up door of the old storefront was truly a spectacle. The back half of the store featured a ‘War of the Ring’ battle using a mash-up of Chainmail and some home brew charts, a dozen players, at least 2 referee/game masters, a colorful battlefield spanning 8 cafeteria tables, and legion after legion of wonderful, strange, painted lead miniatures. All the hero’s and monsters of my favorite JRR Tolkien stories were maneuvering for a grand showdown. This was something I had to be a part of and so my $3 a week allowance was enough to by me a pack of 6 Ral Partha dwarves. After a few weeks I had enough painted troops for a small regiment and was able to participate in my first game as a junior commander. My addiction has nothing if not grown, and wandered into many genres both historical and fantastic, but in the ensuing 38 years I always have maintained a soft spot for the sort of high fantasy I saw that first time as a child and the sort that Warhammer Fantasy Battle brought to us in such a creative and polished fashion in the late 1980s.
What I saw as a 12 year old, already addicted modeler, when I pulled open the steamed up door of the old storefront was truly a spectacle. The back half of the store featured a ‘War of the Ring’ battle using a mash-up of Chainmail and some home brew charts, a dozen players, at least 2 referee/game masters, a colorful battlefield spanning 8 cafeteria tables, and legion after legion of wonderful, strange, painted lead miniatures. All the hero’s and monsters of my favorite JRR Tolkien stories were maneuvering for a grand showdown. This was something I had to be a part of and so my $3 a week allowance was enough to by me a pack of 6 Ral Partha dwarves. After a few weeks I had enough painted troops for a small regiment and was able to participate in my first game as a junior commander. My addiction has nothing if not grown, and wandered into many genres both historical and fantastic, but in the ensuing 38 years I always have maintained a soft spot for the sort of high fantasy I saw that first time as a child and the sort that Warhammer Fantasy Battle brought to us in such a creative and polished fashion in the late 1980s.
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