Armoured Ghoul Warband in the style of Austen

When a lady of my social rank and persuasion finds herself in great need of some leisurely persuits and yet found herself lacking the foresight to prepare for its rare occurance, what is she to do?  Surely the noble persuit of a husband of means and status should suffice to fill the feeble mind of a lady- and yet, dear reader, I do not hasten to call the carriage to whisk me to London for such a persuit, for I must confess the lowly rumours you have no doubt heard spoken of in hushed tones as you go about the village are, for once, quite accurate in regards to my sapphic tendencies.  Thus a quest to find a husband most undoubtedly will come to no good, for either involved parties and I must alas turn my mind to other trivial trifles to tinker with to keep myself from my very wit's end.

Thus, dear reader, your humble journalist found herself today engaged in the persuit of a relaxation via the base craft of miniature decoration.  A form of minor idolatry that I can only imagine the clergy would overlook for such is its spiritual benefits that one can easily cast aside any thought of eternal damnation.  But forgive me, I digress.

Without expectation of leisure time, I had sought the safety of my office to store my miniatures collection, and so I had no access to toys to tinker with.  Yet, in a blinding flash, I recalled a box of figurines most kindly and thoughtfully donated to my cause by a friend, and set about finding it with great haste.

Reader, I quickly laid hands upon the long forgotten gift, and, turning it out upon the desk found a collection of ten mostly intact models that I could easily salvage.  

Notwithstanding my previous missives bemoaning the great works of Tolkien (and my dissatisfaction furthermore of the dreary series of plays based upon his works by Mister Jackson et al), I find myself thusly in posession of many models from that tired oeuvre.  What to do?

Well, dear reader, I struck upon the idea of redressing my models in the guise of Armoured Ghouls, for that is what, to my eye, they mostly resemble.

I also took it upon myself to create a themed warband, and to allow myself some frivolity in my selection of palette bringing some gaity to my work.

I am certain you wish to see my progress, so I have included in this letter for your edification, an image of the incomplete work.

There is still much to do before I am satisfied, however I think you would agree they are of sufficient quality to enter the field of battle upon the dining table.

I am thusly greatly pleased with my efforts, and attained the desired relaxation of which I so greatly craved after many stressful weeks without reprieve.

The shields are quite barren, and I fancy the addition of a banner to the solitary pikeman to make him a standard bearer- however I am greatly distracted by hunger and must dedicate the morrow to commissions that still await my labour.  I am afraid it may be some time before I complete these scurrilous savages.

I imagine the addition of a few elements of whimsey, sculpted by yours truely to augment the most fantastical nature of the ghouls. I am tempted to strip them of their weapons and manufacture a more fantastic arsenal for them. I shall set my mind to the challenge in due time.

I hope my letter finds you in good health, do pass my warmest regards to your sisters- especially the prettiest of them.  I must away and prepare myself a humble supper to appease my beastly belly.

Yours, most prideful but far from prejudiced, Ms Delaney King