Stone Me!

Slight change of pace... here's a Bloodwrack Medusa!

Obviously I've presented the title image from behind. Avoid those eyes. Safety first.

Hello, Birdie

There's a lot to be said for Tzaangor Shamans in a Thousand Sons list: cheap Elite slot, cheap psychic power, buffs two different units, mobile, able to dish out a punch.

I didn't mean to imply the Tzaangor Shaman is cheap.
She is, of course, a lady.

The only downside is the model is monopose. A lovely monopose, but to have a second one in the same style is unacceptable in any army of mine, not least a Tzeentch one.

So it's a-converting we shall go...

Ten Shades of Purple

Yeah, I couldn't stretch to fifty.

A Time for Heroes

EXT: Herdstone Jr

There is no such thing as a completed army.

Zero Horse Power

What's this? A month where General Stylus has already posted a host of completed paintwork and I've done nothing? This can and will not stand! Quickly, Gustave*, bring out the Dark Elves!

I can once again claim to have finished this army. As before, this is a lie - there are still some odds and ends lurking in the dim recesses of my hobby cupboard, ready to haunt me at a moment's notice. But mere haunts they shall remain for now, I have other fish to fry.

Until then, a brace of chariots.

Back on the Wagon

No trip to General Kas' fortress dwelling would be complete without a large haul of stuff to paint to take home. So I've got plenty to keep me more than busy for the long, slow trek to WoffBoot X, and here is the first of it as I try to break out of the hobby slump a fully gluttonous weekend engendered.

Back to the Dark Elves first, then, and here's some long awaited podiums for the ladies to gyrate on.

Shore Leave: Dark Elves vs Warriors of Chaos

Prologue

Another day, another ruined tower. 

The Badlands were filled with them, dismal relics of failed settlements. This one poked out of a murky wood, the roof sagging inwards like punctured bellows. It must have had a moat once, slimy water choked with rotting snags lay from its feet right to the edge of the road. Facing it, a trio of large burial mounds, topped with twisted statues. 

Phlothos's Warband were in good spirits. More hapless peasants had joined their ranks. They'd even picked up some defectors from a broken Slaaneshi warband, riders willing to experience the unique sights and smells that Nurgle could show them. Change was in the air since their battle with the goblins. Hope rose in their rotting bones, and every day brought them nearer to the mountains. 

"I have been many things in my life," Phlothos said. Ub Shudder, most competent of his men, listened attentively nearby. 

"A leader of men. An invalid. A warrior. I studied the mysteries of our foetid faith under pestilent priests in the far north. Look at me, would you believe I was once a simple miner?"

Shudder shrugged. Looking at Phlothos, it was hard to believe he'd ever been a person at all. Mucus-slick tentacles sprouted from his armpits. His disease-wracked body, almost twice the normal girth of a man, had the sheen of a bloated corpse. His great deformed ruin of a head waggled unsteadily on its crapulent neck as though it might finally give in to gravity and break free any moment. 

"We all have pasts," Shudder said, and spent a moment pushing his own once more to the back of his mind. 

"True, true, friend Ub!" Phlothos boomed heartily. "Dark and broken pasts. Perhaps that is why we feel so alive in this dark and broken land!" He gestured widely at the forsaken tower and its lands. "Who knows who once lived here? Broken and wretched folk, to look at it now. But proud and mighty once, perhaps!"

"Or elves."

Phlothos gave his lieutenant a curious look. "What makes you say that, friend Ub?"

Ub pointed. "Them, my lord. Naggarothi pirates, I should say."

Phlothos looked. There indeed, stealing out of the blasted landscape like thieves, was a substantial warband of elves. Riders and footmen alike had deep blue and purple cloaks. Some pushed bolt throwers, others goaded some vast, writhing creature ahead of them, treating it like a monstrous ox. 

"What are they doing here?" Phlothos wondered. 

"Does it matter?" Ub asked. 

"No, no, I am merely curious! Spread the word, we shall fall upon them like a wasting illness. Whatever they sought in this benighted place, they shall find but death instead. My visit to the Dwarves has been delayed more than enough. But of course, it's always nice to kill a few elves, you know!"

Ub nodded, held his banner up and shook it twice. Warhorns sounded down the ranks of their warband; the elven host responded in like kind. Ruins shall beget ruin, Ub thought to himself, and smiled. 

Make the Rigging Tight!

It's All-Skype Fight Night!

All Present and Correct

Many happy returns of the day to General Kas! Here, have a unit of painted Cold One Knights. It's on the house.

These are very nice models, I'd say. Elegant and mean in one package, and it's going to be very hard to get through this whole article without writing some kind of Clever Girl joke. They are, however, not the best Dinosaur Riders in the world.

When I grow up, I'm going to be Dr McNinja. Fact.

Kasfunatu's Cochineal Corsairs

Avast!

'Tis indeed a return to a past unit, mateys, with a second swaggering set of sabre-slinging swashbucklers! Now that the crew is all aboard, mayhap they can wreak some havoc on the high seas. Or, you know, a tabletop somewhere. Probably depicting a field. In a game with no boats. 

Plastic Buttcrack

Yes, as promised, it's the Witch Elves.

Goldfinger: Legions of Chaos vs Elven Horde

It's Just Not Polite!
It's All-Skype Fight Night!

Bringing in the New Year, you'll find me (Kraken) in normal font...

Happy New Year all; bold Kas here.

We bring you a fresh new start for the fresh new year! Not only is Kas trying something 'orrible from the Legions of Chaos, but I'm playing a list that includes no less than no Chaos units at all. If that's not a new leaf, I don't know what is.

Armies

2400 points a side, and both of us rocking not only Boasts but End Times armies with End Times elven magic rules.

Stocking Fillers

Now really, this title should go with the unit I've got lined up for next week. But it won't be Christmas (or this year any more) by then. Harvest ye thine crap puns while thou mayest, says I.

Yes, your armpits smell. No, that's not how you do a Vulcan Salute. 

The Axeman Cometh

Last painted Delves before Christmas. They nearly didn't make the cut.

Defer! Defer!
To the Lord High Elficutioner!

Scarlet Accountants

Busy week, which is why I've only got half a unit done. 

Avast! 

Let's Spear It For The Boys

And just like that we're back to business.

It was a toss-up whether these Delves would break me before I broke them. Having cracked a unit of 40 Dreadspears in a week, I reckon I've stormed well past the half-way mark. Nothing but gravy from here on in, as this was the last large unit of monotonous troopers.

Cut Off a Head

This week: our Two-For-One All-You-Can-Be-Eaten-By diner special!

Up from the depths
Thirty Stories High
Breathing Fire
His head in the Sky

Hot Headed

Sunday? Must be Delf o' Clock.

This must be one of the most hated units on the Warhammer field at the moment, I reckon. Certainly it's one of mine. Ultra-manouverable, ward-saving bastards the lot of them. But they have a saving grace, a fatal flaw if you will.

Scouting for Dark Elves

Sunday means it's time to reveal the Dark Elves for the week. Running parallel to their Woody Cousins, I've got a pack of evil scouts.

Slow but steady through the last few days. I've clearly been on the end of the same Plague Wind as Gen. Stylus. While bent over these tiny horsemen, I've been hacking away like an attic-dwelling bohemian in Paris, and I wasn't sure I was going to get the unit completed. So I took a bunch of morphine-laced cough suppressant and went nuts.

Purple Polearms

Hard to think of a paint scheme for a unit named 'The Black Guard' that isn't pretty black-reliant.

Don't Cross the Bows

First twenty done! 

Trying to calculate this as a percentage of the total job is too depressing to contemplate. There's at least one unit of pretty much everything Dark Elves have to offer in my cupboard right now. Some of them are forty strong.