Dreng Tromm's Random Works

maxxev wrote:

JoaoS wrote:

Gaming-wise, are you using them as non-PCs or do you have them in mind for a little warband?

Dreng Tromm wrote:

I am planning to increase the civilian population of my miniature village.

Yes, yes, I know. But there might be a chance for Dex to use them as players at some stage.

I'm interested in that but haven't seen many people gaming with gypsies. So, just wondering.



Joao

Greetings Fellow Travelers of the Old World!

Sorry for the late reply. I spent the weekend with my family and we went to a Nature Reserve. I was trying to hit the proverbial "two birds with one stone." I wanted to spend some quality time with my son and get in some fresh countryside air in my beaten up city-based lungs AND I wanted to do some research for my Beastmen Army.

I am presently trying to paint the new Bray-Shaman and I needed some "bovine" inspiration! Also, I am "prepping up" around 60 Gors to bolster my existing warherd.

@ Joao:

Greetings my friend.

Again, I apologize for the apparent tardiness of my reply to your inquiry on account of the aforestated reason. I went off the grid this weekend and went nature native with my wife and kid.

At present, I am only interested in using the gypsies as "civilians" in my gaming table BUT this does not preclude the possibility of these miniatures being incorporated in some warband one way or another.

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The Village of Dowan Moor
near the plains of the Six Spikes

The village of Dowan Moor is a small farming community that forms part of a network of farming communities established by Emperor Karl Franz after the famine that assailed the city following the Storm of Chaos incursion of Archeon. The village is located amidst the sprawling plains of Six Spikes and is known for its wheat and grain. On account of this, the village is often attacked by marauders who seek to plunder the town's granaries.


Sigmund Dressler, a member of the village watch and town cryer, was stationed at the windmill located at the outskirts of the village in order to watch out for any attacks that may come from the forests. His frantic cries of alarm pierced the peaceful morning as he was seen running towards the village shouting, "Beastmen! Beastmen!"


True enough, a band of Centigors broke through from the cover of the forest and pursued Sigmund Dressler through the wheat fields of Dowan Morr...


...intent on shedding blood...Dressler's blood!


"I must reach the village..." muttered Sigmund in between harrowed breaths. "I must reach the village and warn them!"


But it was no use. The power of Dressler's two feet is no match for the savage speed of the centigors who easily caught up to him and silenced the poor wretched soul of the town cryer.


Thus, on the morning of what is now known as the Slaughter at the Six Spikes, a huge number of beastmen descended upon Dowan Moor and slew everyone. Hence the commoner's expression describing a horrible massacre, "No more like Dowan Moor."

That last picture is stunning! I love how the town can be seen on a raised area - I must do something like that for mine.

As for the gypsies, either way, I'll watch out for your painting results with those fellows. Especially now that your rural landscape is expanding - I bet they would look amazing roaming the fields, travelling between towns and villages.

Joao

Splendid! I really like your pictures, and when you also deliver a story, they're even better!

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The Village of Dowan Moor
near the plains of the Six Spikes

Hans the farmer, who is on his way to another day of hard labor in the fields of Dowan Morr hears a scream from the distance. At the same time, he is met on the road by Jurgen the Poacher, who also has apparently heard the chilling scream and had stopped on his tracks, visibly inspecting the direction from where the scream seems to have come from.

"That sounded like it came near the windmill," observed Hans.

Jurgen, true to his quiet and stern demeanor, simply nods and adds, "That also sounded like Sigmund..."


Just then, the road side conversation between the two residents of the Village of Dowan Moor was terribly interrupted by the sound of a sudden and heavy thump from two massive lion-like legs, accompanied by a violent and galeful beating of what sounded like feathered wings...


"A vrock!", shouted Jurgen as he tried to pull Hans away...


...but it is too late. This winged creature of Chaos moves slowly towards both Hans and Jurgen in a deliberate and predatory fashion that Jurgen the poacher knows too well. He knows that the vrock had already set its eyes upon them... eyes that reveal its cruel malice and malevolent intentions: "It will have man-meat this morning!"


Sidenote:
This wonderful miniature is from Privateer Press' Hordes line. It is the Scarsfell Griffon from the Circle Orboros faction.


On account of its features and due to my compulsive need to utilize cohesive and visually consistent characters and units for my armies, this winged beauty shall serve as and shall "count as my Beastmen army's harpy

COOL background story...in conjunction with the photos, it gives the feel of a graphic novel. VERY WELL DONE!
I really like the Privateer Press piece...VERY NICELY painted. I should start having a closer look at their range of minis.

love the winged creature!
great!

Wonderful! Thanks for the reference of the PP model. Amazing stuff, and really suitable for Beastmen - could even be a Harpy!

Joao

how big i that hardpy - what how big is the base

super minaiture

Thank you guys. I am glad to know that you liked what I did with the Scarsfell Griffon.

@ shotguncoffee:

The PP Scarsfell Griffon is slightly taller than the GW Gor model and comes with a 40mm medium round base which I did not use. Instead, I attached the model to GW's 25mm square base.

I shall try to take a better picture of the model with other miniatures by its side in order to give you a better appreciation of its height.

I hope this helps.

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The Village of Dowan Moor
near the plains of the Six Spikes

"The church bells are ringing..."

Gustav knew that something was wrong. It was neither Angestag nor was it Sigmarzeit so the only reason why the church bells are ringing is that the village is under attack.

For Gustav, such occurrence is a necessary peril for the villagers of Dowan Moor and he has grown to live with the ironic reality of his existence for you see, while the village's vast wheat fields and rich granaries may have been responsible for its prosperity, the same has likewise become the very cause for its woes as it is periodically raided by various nefarious forces from Dark Elf Corsairs to Chaos Marauders; from Sartosan pirates to Bretonnian brigands; from Orcs to Beastmen.

In fact, on account of such frequent raids, the villagers of Dowan Moor, while primarily peace-loving farmers have developed a certain martial culture and are ready to repel and defend their village at a moment's notice.

Gustav, who lives at a small farmstead outside the village proper heaves his farming implement, picks up a torch and quietly marches off towards trouble...


"The church bells are ringing..."

Vladimir knew that something was amiss. Ever since his Strigany caravan had made camp outside the village of Dowan Moor, he knew that something bad was going to happen. For some time now, he has noticed furtive movements just beyond the visible portions of the forest during the daytime and he has heard restless and loud noises emanating from within the forests at night. In his many travels, he knew that these are ominous portents that something bad was going to happen.

His people begin to pack with much haste... quick to abandon the people of Dowan Moor to whatever misfortune the gods have in store for them. Such was the way of the survivor...such was the way of the Strigany!

It would be a shame though. The people of Dowan Moor had been good to him and to the members of his caravan. Unlike most people of the Empire, the villagers of Dowan Moor were fair and honest in their dealings with his caravan and were more tolerant and hospitable to the strigany... but then he remembers Helga, the baker's daughter.

Helga...she was most kind...she was most friendly...she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen...

Vladimir, leaves his caravan, picks up a pitchfork and a torch and stoutly marches off towards trouble.

Oh yeah they gonna take the Beastmen head on

Awesome pictures and angles, giving proper drama to the scenes! Love these!

By the way, where is the caravan from?

Joao

Brilliant photos, minis and terrain as usual, can I ask please what did you use to cut the door mat, I have one for this purpose but I don't know what would be the best tool to cut it with, I tried really heavy duty scissors but I couldn't cut a striaght line with them....

maxxev wrote:

Brilliant photos, minis and terrain as usual, can I ask please what did you use to cut the door mat, I have one for this purpose but I don't know what would be the best tool to cut it with, I tried really heavy duty scissors but I couldn't cut a striaght line with them....

Having made similar here, I cut it from the back side with a steel ruler and fairly heavy duty craft knife.

Cool models, cool scenery, good photography, nice background. Good work, Dreng Tromm! I'll be back checking for more

BigD

Greetings Fellow Travelers of the Old World!

Thank you very much for all of your comments. Your feedback is a constant source of inspiration and encouragement and a wonderful meter to measure my progress and growth as a hobbyist.

Thank you indeed.

Now, to respond to some questions/ comments:

@ Joao

My friend, the caravan is actually a toy which I appropriated from my son. It is part of his cowboy and indian playset. The wagon, together with the cowboys and Indians came in one color...a reddish brown hue akin to those green plastic soldiers we grew up with.

I then "borrowed" it and painted it. This is how it looks like now:

An point of interest to the model is the fact that the wood grain was hand-painted in order to give the toy some surface texture, especally since the mold was rather flat. I then replaced the wheels (which looked too western) and gave it some GW ones.


I also added some accessories in order to give it that "lived-in" appearance.

@ maxxev

ghostbear was pretty much spot-on with the process involved in cutting the straw-mat. Nothing fancy really. The only addition was that I attached the mat on a plasticard in order to keep the edges from "eroding".

@shotguncoffee

As promised, here is a picture of the Scarsfell Griffon together with some easily recognizable GW monsters:


I hope this helps give you a better appreciation of its size s compared to its GW counterparts.

DRENG TROMM - THE GREAT APPROPRIATOR! You made great use of it!

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The Village of Dowan Moor
near the plains of the Six Spikes

"The church bells are ringing..."

Fraulein Helga, standing in front of the massive kiln behind their shop with a tray of her father's freshly baked wheat bread, cocks her head towards a small window and strains to listen to the cool morning breeze which carried the distant sounds of church bells ringing.

Her heart freezes as her ears confirmed to her mind the frantic clanging of the massive brass bell that the villager elders has lovingly and appropriately named as "Resilience."

Slowly but with practiced and measured movements, Helga closes the back door of the shop and bolts the windows. She then sends her siblings down to the cellar together with Frau Belinda their nanny. She then looks for her father in order to see what else she could do.

Already, her father has managed to squeeze himself in his old and worn leather jerkin and the two share a brief moment of silence. Her father tries to give her a reassuring smile and she in turn gives him a kiss. Olaf the baker is well past his prime but every one has to share in the burden and responsibility of protecting the village and so the old baker soldiers on not knowing if he will ever see his beloved children again. He leaves his bakery with a heavy heart...

Helga stares at her father as he walks away. The feeling of loneliness and despair overwhelms her. Oh how she wishes that Vladimir was here...

"Oh my God, Vladimir!" Helga is suddenly gripped with a sense of panic as she thinks of Vladimir who is camped just outside of the village together with the members of his strigany caravan. "I must warn him..."

Helga picks up a torch and grabs the closest thing she could use as a weapon. She locks the shop and marches off desperately towards trouble... towards Vladimir!"

Greetings folketsfiende!

Wow! I seem to be accumulating labels from you dear friend. From the "Resurrctor" and now to the "Great Appropriator"

Seriously though, thank you very much. Your compliments are indeed valued especially since I am a big fan of your work as well!

COOL STUFF! Feisty Fraulein Helga & her Tale are a treat. She's another FINE example of your EXCELLENT brushwork. VERY WELL DONE!

so the base is smalller as well

im thinking of using one as a possessed - clip the wings off and robe it in greenstufffffffffffffffff

Helga is a wonderful mini - well painted and characterful. Great work!