Mister Rab
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Nothing to show yet, but I plan to at least get undercoating this afternoon and put a list up of my planned painting. It'll be a slight cheat for half a dozen models as they just need prising off their hex bases and transferring onto some 20mm squares. It'll be the standard Bret approach:
Mounted knights
Foot knights
Crossbows
Spearmen
Peasants
A cannon
Allied dwarf unit
Jacques, barman of the Wounded Gryphon cupped a hand round his ear and leaned forward to catch the traveller's question over the din of a busy evening on market day. "Eh? What's that? The Baron? Big admirer of Baron Gilbert, me. Not actually ever met him, o’ course but his taxes don’t leave us starving, he doesn’t ‘invite’ our wives and daughters to keep him warm at nights, and his seneschal and soldiers keep the King’s Highway and the towns free of anything major that creeps out of the wilderness. Must have been here twenty winters by my reckoning, round about the harvest time when my eldest was born. I heard he upset the wrong person at court, lost all his holdings but this one and has been exiled here ever since. A proper Marcher now like the rest of us. Mind you, I wouldn’t cross him – might end up having to ‘explain things’ to his nephew, Sir Reynaud, the seneschal. He’s as hard and cold as iron, that one. Maybe you have to become a bit of a monster to be so successful at crushing them?"
Mounted knights
Foot knights
Crossbows
Spearmen
Peasants
A cannon
Allied dwarf unit
Jacques, barman of the Wounded Gryphon cupped a hand round his ear and leaned forward to catch the traveller's question over the din of a busy evening on market day. "Eh? What's that? The Baron? Big admirer of Baron Gilbert, me. Not actually ever met him, o’ course but his taxes don’t leave us starving, he doesn’t ‘invite’ our wives and daughters to keep him warm at nights, and his seneschal and soldiers keep the King’s Highway and the towns free of anything major that creeps out of the wilderness. Must have been here twenty winters by my reckoning, round about the harvest time when my eldest was born. I heard he upset the wrong person at court, lost all his holdings but this one and has been exiled here ever since. A proper Marcher now like the rest of us. Mind you, I wouldn’t cross him – might end up having to ‘explain things’ to his nephew, Sir Reynaud, the seneschal. He’s as hard and cold as iron, that one. Maybe you have to become a bit of a monster to be so successful at crushing them?"