Saturday, 16 February 2019

A Respite From The Big Boys

One thing that I always do when I find something new which interests me and tweaks the geek, is throw myself at it with abandon and all resources, firing the proverbial shotgun out of the back door, hitting lots of things and then sorting what's good for the pot when the smoke clears.

I've reached that point with my 54mm project at present, having amassed a large collection already, and having decided that much of the Indian stuff will be moved on whilst some is added to my British army. I'll probably paint an Indian army myself using plastics, as my next 54mm foray, but in field dress rather than ceremonial.

This coincides with a terrible urge (not involving a Dachshund, a Ferrero Rocher and lubricant, no) to revisit a few old themes, such as starships and 15mm fantasy armies.

I am not sure where this may lead, but 3mm sci-fi is also appealing, so it'll probably end in tears.

What started it was the other day when at a loose end and waiting for some weathering to dry, I  chanced on a nice fleet of adequately painted starships on eBay for the rather tasty sum of £99. I obviously bought them because I've a sweet tooth for these particular dainties. That then got me thinking about other things... And so on and so forth, as is the way.

here are the starships in question. A nice mix of manufacturers, which for me is always nicer for sci-fi fleets... Far more 'proper'.

I'll make a few little adjustments here and there, but as you can see, they're quite fit for purpose.

Now, it may be that I write a little less often for a while, as my blood pressure has been a tad on the high side this week, and yesterday I finished work early (having of course completed my day's work - no fear there) and crawled to bed for a very troubled two hours wherein, I genuinely think I was on the brink of popping this mortal coil. Anyway, my wife was suitably freaked out that she has insisted (believe me, when she does that, she damned well means it!) that I attend the G.P Monday morning at latest. My father also pointed out that it was an undiagnosed heart issue that dropped my mum where she stood last year and that 4 of my recent ancestors have also been on the heart hit list. So, I will be there on Monday, and also trying to slow down a little.

Admittedly, I felt somewhat refreshed by a 1K swim last night, but that's no excuse for not getting checked out.

Ah, for the days when I believed myself immortal.

Anyway, I must sign off as I have to get a few chores done, and also look at the cost of funeral plans.


Thursday, 14 February 2019

And The First of The Great Gnolls Are Finished!

OK Folks... This is the completed initial release of bodies, heads and weapons. Anyone care to work out the number of possible variations, when you take into account the weapon and shield combos?

The drawings are under way for the cavalry , then it's Hobbgoblins, then something insane, then back to Gnolls again for even more variety - All in the approved old school style.

PLEASE : Feel free to share the pics and help me roll out the 'Satanic Panic' ranges from Screaming Mob Miniatures.


Saturday, 2 February 2019

Half An Hour Well Spent

The Cavalry for my British army... Tomorrow I will base the Indian Army cavalry, then onto all of the infantry. This lot represents about 18% of the Britain’s sets I’ve purchased since Christmas.

Friday, 1 February 2019

A Gamer's Prayer...

Walking the Fackham Hall pack on a cold dark morning, often gets me to thinking about matters of the spirit. Quite often I get maudlin, but today, I got a rather heretical but humorous notion as I watched dawn break over the city, the cold numbing my fingers as the dogs wrote a chemical version of War & Peace. I have this very day, composed a gamer's prayer...

E.Gary thou art a legend
Blessed be thy name
Now life is done
Thy rest has come
You roll those dice in heaven
Give us this day our daily quest
Forgive us our chattering
And we’ll forgive those we catch spoiling adventures
Lead us not into Menzoberranzan
And deliver us from the Temple Of Elemental Evil
For thine is the final word
The power of the DM
Forever & ever


Thursday, 24 January 2019

Rants & Drugs & Rock 'N' Roll

It's been ages since I had the time to sit and type something for this blog, due to the demands of work and things like that.

My 54mm armies are growing steadily, with the Indian being the smaller of the two, still.

Apart from that, my actual gaming activity has been zero.

However, I've been mulling over a few things including the pointlessly contentious issue of non-PC figures.

I have been following a few threads on the web, where companies are being lambasted for producing scantily clad or over-endowed miniatures.

To me this is not even an issue, nor has it ever been, because these miniatures are invariably fantasy subjects, you know, sword and sorcery and the like, a genre which historically stems from pulp and imaginative stories.

Semi nude figures?
Unfeasibly large breasts?
Unrealistic armour?

Burn the heretics!

Well, bollocks to that.

Look, a lot of this shock is as fake as Dolly Parton's tits... People who I see and hear saying how off colour such things are, are historically and contemporaneously owners of stuff far more risqué than you see being generally offered on the market.

Why are people so shocked by the human body in ANY shape? Why is it OK to produce figures with large bellies but not chests? Go on... Give me a convincing reason.

I am no longer the sveldt 11 stones I was, but I don't need people stepping in to defend my right to be fat. I don't care if someone calls me fat, so I sure as hell don't need to have someone decide to be an arbiter of taste on my behalf because I am capable of deciding what offends me, without third party guidance.

I am not offended by the male or female form in any shape or size, but if I were, I'd just not choose to look at or buy something which did offend.

I don't like certain schools of art, so I don't seek them out. In a gallery where something I don't like confronts me, I give it a passing glance and move on.

People shouting that such figures are misogyny, really ought to think it out... Firstly look at the definition of that and misandry, because I don't think that such models are intended to engender hatred or derision.

Good lord, what are we coming to when even imaginary worlds have to be as conservative as the world that so called liberals want us all to live in? Surely, a massive proportion of paintings are equally offensive?

But no dear reader ,because they are 'art' and of course art is expression and as such, the freedom of expression is to applauded - apparently.

Look, I am not saying that anything goes. I do not particularly like models of male or female figures being tortured, so I don't buy them (check eBay and see what kind of prices the old Citadel 'Corrective Punishment' figures fetch), but some people will - That's their choice, and it's not for me to dictate.

This kind of censorship makes me as uncomfortable as reading about the Nazi and Communist clamp downs on culture and literature they deemed to be unsuitable. Is that the kind of world anyone would want to live in? Obviously, some do...

You have the right to disagree with me, and I have the right to disagree with you, but don't make me (or anyone else for that matter) have to endure a world without imaginative and creative expression,. It feels to me, that some people out there are seeking an artistic 'Year Zero'.

Look, we get a limited time on this planet, and that time shoots by. Live your lives well... Live by your own rules, or those in the religious book of your choice. Fuck, base your personal code on 'The Beano' if you want; That's your right...

But don't waste your time deciding what others should or should not look at, because you are simply being what you probably refer to as a 'Hater', and you are wasting precious time that you cannot and will not get back.

Now, moving on, I have been thinking a lot about the 80s and how different the hobby and culture were. I watch a lot of 80s TV shows, listen to the music and have a rather dirty love of 80s ceramics and graphic design.

I was thinking about the way that games were more often than not, works of love for their creators, which did not always have the most critically acclaimed artwork or shiny, well polished layout, but still managed to create a sense of wonder and command fan loyalty that is still strong today. I wonder how many games post-1990 will have a similar level of love as those early games?

The music of my youth was amazingly varied, and because I was part of a given 'tribe' at one time or another, I dismissed anything which that tribe saw as being not of a culturally acceptable standard, or as we would have said, 'crap'.

However, I think that many - myself included - would have had those 'dirty little secret' albums or singles in their collection. My own were The Pointer Sisters, Duran Duran, Chaka Khan and Haysi Fantayzee, none of which would be acceptable in my circle of rock obsessed peers.

Likewise, when I moved into the Goth scene, my love of the rock music which previously defined who I was, had to be kept secret, because you know, it was 'crap'.

At 50, I am just starting to realise just how much good music there was, out there. OK, not all of it was, but there are acts out there which, whilst still not my first choice, could really perform.

I hated with a passion, 'The Beastie Boys' and in fact once tried to climb over a DJ box to throttle the DJ who, on Thursday night at 'The Limit' club - a traditional Goth and Indie night - when he played 'Fight For Your Right' once time too many.

So, it may amaze you when I tell you that the 'Beastie Boys Book' is a really good 'own words' memoir of a band who I did not know had their roots in the N.Y punk scene as legitimate hardcore punk rockers. I had always assumed that they were no more than 'Party Jocks', but the truth is far more fascinating and interesting than that. I've spent the last two days listening to the audio version of the book and I'll be going back and listening to it again.

It's a brilliant snapshot of a small part of the 80s, and I am now somewhat ashamed that I wrote them off, because of a single song and video.

Take a look or listen to it; it's worth the time and effort.

Here at Fackham Hall we have a weekly TV schedule of 70s and 80s shows, which at present goes like this:

Monday - M*A*S*H
Tuesday - Cheers
Wednesday - By The Sword Divided
Thursday - Top Of The Pops followed by Tales Of The Gold Monkey (my wife had never seen the latter until last week)
Friday - TOTP and maybe an episode of Arena or Timewatch
Saturday - 3 hours of 70s and 80s radio
Sunday - An 80s film from our constantly growing collection

It's great fun, even when we sometimes witness something cringeworthy. Those crass songs or episodes, simply add to the feel of the era. Down the line we have Battlestar Galactica to watch and we're watching all 11 seasons of M*A*S*H for the 3rd or 4th time.

Some folks, have raised eyebrows or have taken the piss, but I'm not making them watch or listen to the same stuff, and I enjoy it so they can simply fuck off, because I'm not going to stop enjoying it.

I'm mulling over a few other things too, but for now, I'm late for the weekly TOTP binge with my good lady.


Saturday, 12 January 2019

Sorting The Boys From The Fellahs, And War Atrocities With Superglue

So, after all my purchases arrived, here are my two 'Floor Games' armies. The first two pics show the 'British' and the third is the smaller but very pretty 'Indian' army. Both can of course be combined if need be.
Next up, is the marathon MDF bases spraying session.

Now, after 5 minutes of hellish battle with superglue and no refreshment or respite, the first unit is fully based.

Not sure whether these will stay with my British or whether they will become 'The Honourable Company Of Tea Planters' for the army of the Wazir Of Wazzockistan.


Friday, 11 January 2019

Heroics & Ros Announces Expansion Of Business


Heroics & Ros is on the move, I have owned the company of 9 years now and in that time we have nearly quadrupled in size, which is great but we have been steadily out growing our current production capacity. We have been looking for a new location and now that opportunity has occurred but it has come about rather quickly.

In order to move we will have to shut production so, we will be closing for new orders from the 18th of January. We will complete all order placed before that date then start the task of moving thousands of moulds, equipment and stock. So if there is anything you “really need” before the end of February please order as soon as you can, if you can pass this on to anyone you thing might be interested it would be helpful.

I am not sure how long the move will take as it won’t start until we have shipped all outstanding orders which is clearly an unknown quantity.

But I am hope we can complete this in about a month and aim to reopen around 22nd February.

I am sorry for the short notice but it has been complicated to arrange and only now do we have confirmation of the availability.

Thanks you for all your support over the last 9 years and we have lots of new models ready for release once we are open again and just maybe even some more pictures 😀😀

Andy Kirk
Heroics & Ros

Saturday, 5 January 2019

How Many Is Too Many?

After the last few days of frenzied acquisition of Britain's 54mm figure sets along with the return to work after a quiet but restful Christmas, I'd sworn off buying any more.

After all, I think I'd bought something like 48 sets and really needed to let them all arrive, sort them into two box regiments for the infantry and see what cavalry there was... You know, sort of returning to barracks to regroup and allow the finances to recover for a few weeks.

So, at 7:30 this morning as the memsahib lay abed after a fitful night, I lay in a bath, judiciously sprinkled with Epsom salts, coffee at my side and the latest ambient music podcast from Ultima Thule playing as I relaxed in Triton's embrace as it were, reading a 1970 facsimile edition of H.G Wells'  'Little Wars' by Arms & Armour Press.

I was in heaven.

Look, if you haven't actually read that book and you are a warmer, then you really ought to, because you are missing a gem, written by a wry wit and raconteur, the likes of which our hobby lacks these days.

Now, I would have enjoyed the book even more, if Richard Axe Books had sent the advertised hardcover edition for the £30 price tag and not the paperback edition. I have not seen fit to place a warmer's curse upon them, but they will not get another penny from me, let me tell you.

That aside, it's a really interesting and fun read, and Wells seemed to capture the essence of warfare in the ays of empire rather nicely in that way that Wise, Asquith, Grant etc emulated when I was a lad.

I'm beginning to take the view that all I really want to do is play Smith little lead dollies of varying shapes and themes and have fun in so doing.

I am sure that many of my contemporaries 'came up' the same way, on a diet of magazine published rules, Airfix guides and the words of those men of renown who, were even then silvering at the temples, yet possessed of the powers to come up with a tactically challenging game in a few pages and do so with style and aplomb. It was fun!

And so, why not recapture that fun eh?

Now, I have dabbled previously in 54mm, so having enjoyed that toe-dip which came just before my rather acrimonious split with Sheffield Wargames Society, I thought it was time to return to the subject even if I am as welcome as pork roll in an Israeli ration pack at my gaming alma mater.

This time, having been tempted by Howard Whitehouse's 'A Gentleman's War' Facebook page, I set a few rules:

1. All figures must if humanly possible be metal.

2. They should be painted.

3. They should be Britains or a similar high quality traditional manufacturer.

4. They should be prettily attired.

5. No strict adherence to a specific conflict was to be observed, as long as the collection oozed atmosphere and a yearning for the days of empire. 'My armies - My rules' was the maxim.

6. Price was no obstruction but, I should try to get the models as cheaply as possible

And so, there I was, stripping out the conservatory and moving a bloody great 'American' fridge-freezer this afternoon, taking a tea break with an amaretti biscuit as I checked out what bargains I was missing, when I noticed that 4 more boxed sets, which were priced at a stupidly low £28 each were being listed on eBay as I watched. I noticed that potential buyers were being offered the chance to make a 'best offer' so I offered £104 on the 4 lots and the offer was accepted.

And there went my promise to myself, as the collection went smartly over the 50 set mark.

I bagged:

The Royal Engineers
Royal Marine Light Infantry
A second set of the Ox and Bucks Light Infantry
The Gloucestershire Regiment

I also picked up a nice 2nd ed copy of the Ghostbusters RPG from a charity seller, for £70 which was eye watering (being originally £90, which just wasn't cricket). Still, £70 of my money has gone to the aid of the homeless rather than a cut throat dealer, so it's all good.

Now, I just have to convince myself that I am really going to take a break from 54mm toy soldier hunting for a few weeks.

We shall see...


Saturday, 29 December 2018

Bridges & Bullocks

After yesterday's marathon toy soldier acquisition mission, you'd expect me to be in a swoon, but this morning I found two bargain priced pieces that I had to have in the shape of an Indian artillery piece drawn by two white bullocks and a Royal Engineers pontoon wagon.

They were so cheap that I literally couldn't let them go by...

Friday, 28 December 2018

Eyes Front! You 'Orrible Little Men!

Well, after a day of desktop retail therapy, I have put together the core of my two 54mm Toy Soldier armies at a cost (thanks to some serious discount) of just under 4 figures. I can see Roger now, shaking his head, a look of pity and wonder on his angelic visage.

I bought 31 sets in total today, and decided that I better stop because frankly, I was looking at mountain guns and pontoon wagons - and that way lies insanity.

So, here's the haul - and yes, those duplicated pics are indeed multiple boxes...

Now, if you will excuse me, I need to lay down in a dark room for a while :)


Does Anyone Have A Remedy For Grass-stained Flannels?

2019 is to be the year of the shiny toy soldier for me.

I have looked at what I have, what I need (very little) and what looks fun, and the desire for some proper grown up gaming with matchsticks and funny hats, seems to need satisfying. To that end, I have this morning negotiated for a dozen or so boxes of Britains traditional 54mm toy soldiers, having driven a hard bargain. A few building block structures, and a bottle of port and I am set to go...

This morning, I began with a little pre-breakfast shopping, and acquired:


My two armies are both based on British units. One side is all Colonial and Native units, whilst the other is Home Service, the bonus being that I can combine them if I need to take on an over large opposing force. I have rationed myself to a £1200 initial budget but no doubt, this will increase, because those shiny little buggers are jut too nice...

Monday, 24 December 2018

Ho,Ho, Hum!

WOW! I just passed 150,000 views of this blog, so before I begin, let me say thank you to you all...

I was reflecting on how lazy I've been this last week, but at the same time, so very busy as we adjust our plans from going out for a 5 course Christmas diner at the Royal Victoria hotel here in Sheffield, to having a quiet (if the presence of 5 terriers can be called quiet) Christmas lunch at home.

The acquisition of a fifth Scottie pup last month meant that although he'd be safe and relaxed if we left him at home for a couple of hours, we would miss the joy of seeing him experience his first Christmas day with presents and a chicken dinner (turkey is a bit too rich for the chap yet). No doubt he'll join the other 4 mutts in staring out the oven for 7 hours straight, although the oldest Scottie also tries to cadge a bit of after dinner mint every year because, he thinks he's a human.

Anyway, as I said, we've been busy with buying everything, waiting for deliveries and have not left the house much. That said, the weather here has been awful so it's not much of a let down.

Reflecting on Christmases past, it was a lot different back then. Of course there was the obligatory school Christmas party and then freedom for a couple of weeks, which meant that there was a lot of time for painting, buying and gaming with figures.

Christmas Eve was traditionally a day for a mooch around the games and model stores with which our city was blessed - and that was a lot of stores.

Christmas Eve saw the Games Workshop staff (this was the pre-corporate bullshit era) in fancy dress, and just a tad more tolerant of the Limpets for a few hours. The girls would generally be dressed as rather magnificently tarty fairies - much to the pleasure of the majority of the Limpets, whilst the lads would do something fun, such as create Ghostbusters outfits with home made proton packs, that could fire 'beams' of the spray streamer in a can that was all the rage back then. Do they still make that stuff? It could be fun if used irresponsibly...

Before I found other gamers than my school mates, we'd not be in the store all day, but once my social circle went ballistic, I'd be there until about 3PM.

Lunch would be a french stick, stuffed with chips and tomato ketchup from a tiny little sandwich kiosk in the base of the multi story carpark behind the legendary 'Redgates' a toy shop for which Shefield was famous and was destroyed by London toy emporium 'Hamleys' which opened just down the road, killing Redgates before finally disappearing up it's own arse after a fraction of the time that the local store had served Sheffield. I and many other gamers will never forgive Hamleys.

Redgates had RPGs before GW ever came to the city (as did Beatties of London), the best selection of models (including the first Macross kits we'd ever seen), Action Men, Star Wars figures, and... Well listen, if it was a toy, they stocked it, and did so in bucketloads.

Dear readers, we are talking 4 floors - A goddamn department store which was packed to the rafters with toys. When I was much younger it was where I went for my dressing up costumes, Pelham puppets and teddy bears. At 13 and beyond, it was everything above, plus paints, Britains soldiers, Cyborg & Muton, Mobile Action Command, Micronauts... I could go on, but my heart is racing.

We generally took lunch up on to the roof of the car park and sat eating the ginormous carbohydrate boost we'd need to get through to the evening (more of this later) looking out over the city. Then it was over to Redgates, up to Beatties, down to Hopkinsons and then a final whistle stop visit to Woolworths to look at the latest music we'd found, taking our lives in our hands passing the assorted punks and skinheads who gathered outside the back entrance. Yes, I know that we could have gone a safer route, but there were big staircases between the floors if you went in the back way that you could use to ricochet a rubber ball you'd picked up for 10P in Hopkinsons, test the latest 'high impact' dice that Lisa had convinced you you needed when you were in GW (previous blogs have covered the testing we gave our dice in car park stair wells) or just test your mettle by leaping down entire flights to the spacious landing below with a satisfying slamming sound that echoed up and down the stair well, as the flashing lights left your vision and the pain left your knees.

On the matter of chip butties (thats a a sandwich of well buttered bread product filled with fried potatoes and tomato ketchup) it was the cause of the worst indigestion I've ever had one Christmas, which lasted from Christmas Eve until the 28th of December, ruining my track record for consuming multiple plates at the Christmas and Boxing Day lunches. It was also the reason I had two of my lanternas sunk by Alan Staniforth on Christmas Eve as we stuffed our faces with comestibles and listened to Peter Gabriel's first album 'Car'  in my bedroom.

Christmas Eve at our house was a big buffet for the family and assorted friends of mine who were 'wise' to the wide selection of foods that my Mum had spent 8-10 hours preparing, and who, had tagged along, knowing there'd be a good spread and a warm welcome, in that way that only a teenage boy can truly can.

After we had stuffed ourselves, we might play a game or go out onto the quiet streets if the weather was suitable cold and clear, perhaps to meet other friends male and female and maybe 'get off' with one of the local girls who were curious of our long hair and denim jackets covered in patches declaring our allegiance to 3 dozen rock bands, and who it turned out years later were competing to see who'd snogged more of the local rock fraternity at a time when it was considered to be an edgy and daring pastime.

Then, it was a series of declarations of friendship and  'merry Christmas' before going our separate ways and 2 hours (at the most), sleep because we simply could not wait to see what was under the Christmas tree in the morning.

At this point, the memsahib insisted I go downstairs and do 'normal things'. So, here I am picking up the narrative on Christmas Eve...

Christmas Day, rarely brought me anything gaming related, because my parents didn't understand or wish to waste money on RPGs, but I did get loads of stuff such as Adam & The Ants albums, Aramis, tabletop and handheld electronic games - certainly more loot than my school friends (what few I had) ever did. But D&D and my growing collection of historical miniatures, were never provided by my parents.

  In 1984 I was asked what I wanted for Christmas and when I was handed the requested 'Armies Of The Vietnam War 2' by Osprey, my parents played merry hell with me for unwrapping it and disappearing into my bedroom with it, leaving whatever else they bought me untouched. Don't get me wrong, there'd be some great gifts there, but that single book was the only thing I wanted that year. After Christmas dinner, my prize was confiscated as I'd buried my head in it for a second read through.

And 33 years later, here's that very book:

Between Christmas and New Year, there could be a lot of gaming if we got our acts together, and if the school holidays fell right, we could get the 'family days' out of the way and focus on the important stuff, as we saw it.

A trip into the city centre with parents and grandparents on the 27th of December could get you some really god bargains as, back then the sales started the day after the UK's Boxing Day holiday and boy were the bargains great!

Even GW could be relied on to put out a few wire bins of old stock, often containing some real gems, but Beaties and Redgates were the places to hit at 10AM sharp, because you were going to have to fight for the stuff you wanted, such were the reductions on the rrp - and they were genuine reductions on the 'rest of year' prices.

And then, all of a sudden you were back at school, the drabness of January eating away at your soul and reminding you why you chose to dive into imaginary worlds 6 days per week.

As I type, it's 14:00 on Christmas Eve, and I am thinking of Roger, Darren, Pete, Chris, Pete, Paul, Paul, Lisa, Josie, Martin and a host of others, some of whom are no longer alive. It makes me wonder if they ever existed, or were they just characters in one of my games. I'll never get my head around the whole mortality thing.

In fact, only last night I was watching Bill Murray in 'Scrooged' and was really enjoying the film immensely, until it got to the cremation scene at the end, whereat I had a panic attack, covering my eyes and ears. It really is that bad.

I've not gone for a traditional Xmas Eve 'mooch' around the city today. My wonderful and attentive memsahib raced me almost to the doors of the local wargames store, where I bought the Cruel Seas miniatures game and then in a fit of festive spending madness, I bought a U.S fleet pack because it looked fun and was very nicely priced. Then it was back to the car, and straight home, my wife pushing me from the car and (after forcing me to take a saving roll versus tarmac with a -2 modifier because I was clutching a carrier bag full of toys and paints) racing off to see her mum and brother for a day of festive family joy.

 I've done my ironing, made some toast and coffee, fed the pup and written this blog post, but I'm not really feeling festive.

I wonder what my friends of old are doing right now, at this very minute?

Oh, don't get me wrong, I'l have a very good Christmas, I am sure, but the buzz that I remember on Christmas Eves of yore just isn't the same. Add to this, that it's the first Christmas that my mum's not been there to wind me up all through the month of December.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and take a cold cure and have a hot bath whilst reading the Cruel Seas rulebook and listening to a few Christmas tunes, or the Audible Christmas story on the iPod before an evening of peeling vegetables and preparing joints of meat for the morrow. Then it's off to bed to listen to M.R James ghost stories with a slice of pie made from some rare and exotic meat and a glass of 1991 vintage port.

And with that dear readers, I would like to thank you for following my ramblings for another year and wish you all the very best for Xmas and the coming new year.



Tuesday, 18 December 2018

A Heady Mix Of Great Gnolls...

Well, I walked in from the Grandson's Christmas Nativity;  a blazing tour de force of infant drama, let me tell. you. I was clapping and crying 'BRAVO!' much to the amusement of my daughter such was the quality of the cast.

And so, just when I thought it couldn't get better, I walked into my studio, to do a bit of overtime for a particularly favoured client, and found in my messages some incriminating pictures from Martin Buck.

Now, I have had very high expectations of Martin on my old school project, but he has exceeded them and indeed the ball has been knocked right outta the park.

Here are the pics of the heads for the Great Gnolls, which just ooze class and style.

Remember that every figure will be cast with each of the head variants, and with the models mostly being open handed, the amount of variety you will have at your fingertips is astonishing.

It's not often I shed a tear, but I did today, such was my joy.

Now, if you will excuse me, I must return to my Christmas break.


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