Oathmark Human Infantry

North Star released a range of figures for their forthcoming Fantasy mass battle game, including human infantry (the dwarf infantry sprue was examined here).

Here are the two sides of the sprue.

This is the first one I have painted

Armed with a hand weapon (and will get a shield eventually).

I have not added any additional Frostgrave equipment to this figure.

MRC Body Armour with text.

At IWM Duxford is the Airborne Assault Museum.

Here is the information board adjacent to the display.

More here.

Gustav wos 'ere

At Warfare I bought a number of item from Blotz, including one of their Statue Bases.

As you can see, it is a nice simple kit (the price might have gone up 50p).

It could do with some alignment pegs through the base, as I did not quite align the base pieces, which required some minor filling and work with a file.

I did fill the joints using Milliput, and filed and distressed the surface.

As this was to go in Gustav's Square, I drilled the former mounting point holes for the missing state and plaque.

The visible surface was first sprayed with Rustoleum Rust Effect spray to give it some texture. It was then sprayed with Humbrol Desert Tan.

The base was then washed with Citadel Nuln Oil and verdigris added with Citadel Coelia Greenshade. It was then dry brushed with Citadel Terminatus Stone.

It is a very versatile piece of scenery, it is just as useful in Vietnam games, games set in Cornwall or anywhere from the 19 Century onwards.

 Empress US Marines use the base as cover.

Women's Land Army - Bad Squiddo Games

Bad Squiddo Games specialises in realistic female figure. Amongst their ranges they have a WW2 British range including Women's Land Army with shotguns.

This is the first fire I have painted of the range.

This figure is not only usable for World War 2, but also for later conflicts, including ones based on a book by a notable British fantasy and science fiction author.

Empress USMC M79 grenadier at Hue

A USMC M79 grenadier by Empress Miniatures.

This Marine has not been careful with his sun cream and looks a little burnt.

I might re-highlight the flesh a bit.

The grenadier pops up from cover.

The 40mm grenades provide close support in the confines of Hue.

Palm Trees

So here is the first piece of scatter terrain specifically for Vietnam, of course, it could be used anywhere the US Military and palm trees interacted.

The base is a Renedra 30mm base. The barrels are 1/48 scale models by Tamiya. The palm tree was part of a ten for £4 offer from SELWG (I need to look up the trader).

Real Buildings

A building on Lower Marsh (near Waterloo).

Buildings

Here are a couple of buildings I am working on.

Pip, independent contractor

Pip is the most common name of this independent contractor. Though supposedly freelance, she (and her custom AMR) generally work for a small circle of familiar faces - whenever long range support is needed.

 Though diminutive, she wields this long and heavy rifle as though it weighed no more than a conventional sniper rifle.

Mainly brought in when highly accurate, long range shooting is required, she is not hired for conventional sniping (though she will do so when circumstances dictate). Pip does not do assassinations per-se (though there is a contract assassin in the city - their weapon of choice is different).

 A small automatic pistol provides some short range protection if anyone gets close.

A Crooked Dice Wastelander, converted to sit on a standard Renedra 25mm base. Part of the tab was left in place and a matching slot cut in the base.

Tales of The City... Prologue

No one could remember why it was called Gustav's Square.

It might have been that the scarred and graffitied plinth in the middle of the square had held a bronze statue of some forgotten Imperial Hero.

It might have been the decaying and faded graffiti that read "Gustav was here" (itself perhaps reflecting the long gone statue).

But no one remembered, or for that matter cared.

As an open space, it was normally filled with a market. Farmers and traders from the mainland came over the long concrete bridge and sold their wares to the saner residents of the city, ensuring they were back across the water before nightfall or the occasional day time gun fight. Sometimes rumours dissuaded them from even making the journey.

Today it was quiet, empty, abandoned.

The sound of diesel engines caused the pigeons that poked around the square to take to the air.

A Technical, scratched and battered, nosed into the square. The gunner in the load bed swung his pedestal mounted DashK heavy machine gun round nervously, trying to cover all the windows, doors and rooftops.

A pick up truck entered the square, a large tarpaulin covered shape surrounded by four men with Soviet era assault rifles.

As a second Technical began to enter the square, intending to pass the other two vehicles, a loud shot rang out. The gunner in the first Technical fell backwards as his gun disintegrated. Before he hit the ground there was a second shot. The bonnet popped open on the pick up and the engine died. As the four men in the back of the pick up went from stunned incredulity to panicked action, a third shot shattered the wing of the second Technical and the tyre beneath it.

As the gunner in the second Technical scanned for the firer while cringing from the expected fourth shot, one of the gunmen from the pick up shouted about the dust cloud on a distant roof top. All of them opened fire on the supposed target, the twin machine guns on the listing Technical having the better placing. Suddenly there was a brief plume of smoke and flame, followed by a second small explosion.

The gunmen started to celebrate their skill (and their survival).

Behind a small shelter of sandbags, metal plates and water containers, a figure glanced at the expended pyrotechnics and the thick smoke they had produced, making sure that they would not set the roof alight. The fire alarm below continued to ring as it had done for the last two minutes.

Picking up her AMR she jogged towards the roof hatch.

Behind the celebrating gun men, figures began to appear in the door ways, their movement quiet and professional.