An Old Midlish Rhyme
The wind from the North sings of heroes of Olde
The wind from the East makes our blood run Cold
The wind from the South smells of Spices and Gold
But the wind from the West tells of warriors Bold.

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Greenest Warriors in Almost 40 Years

Actually, it might be more than 40 years since I painted my one unit of Minifig ME armored goblins with bow and spear. However, I'm finally mature enough again to paint imaginary green guys to go with my imaginary human warriors.
 These are Prince August homecast Orcs
 I suspect that if I work at it, I might be able to coax a tiny bit more facial definition from the mold. When I was painting them  I noticed that one archer seems to be a tiny bit crisper about the face than his clone mates.

I thought these were bound for the Northern Federation but it's perhaps more likely that they were recruited by the Great King.