Lagruk followed Skagrat into the ruined Dwarf Village but couldn't help feeling like he was being watched, and it wasn't a feeling he liked. He surveyed the damaged buildings on either side, there was definitely something out there.
"Skagrat!" He bellowed.
"What ya want?" retorted the defiant Goblin.
"Are youz leadin uz inta a trap?" questioned the Orc.
"Nah, wez iz ere now anywayz" said Skagrat pointing at a large building with big wooden doors.
"You wantz uz ta go in dere?" Lagruk asked.
"Nah nah nah, just you, your boyz gotta stay out ere" replied Skagrat with a smile.
"Youz is settin' me up!" Lagruk roared as he lunged at the heavily armoured Gobbo.
He didn't even lay finger on Skagrat before something collided with him, sending him sprawling into a ruined wall. Lagruk groaned, what in Mork's name was that? His eye sight was blurred, a big green blob was coming towards him and reaching out for him, a hand that smelled of rotten vegetation covered his face and fingers closed around his head and lifted him up.
"That wasn't very nice" said a low slow voice "Say sorry".
Lagruk could feel the fingers start to apply pressure to the back of his skull, he hated the idea of apologising to the little git but he liked the idea of his head being turned to jelly even less.
"Ffffffoweee" said Lagruk with a muffled voice.
"I can't hear you" replied the low voice.
"Gofugurfelf" mumbled Lagruk.
The low voice roared and started to squeeze.
"STOP!" shouted a voice, accompanied by a banging on stone "Release him".
The hand opened up and Lagruk fell to the floor. As his eye sight cleared Lagruk could see four stinking Bog Trolls stood infront of him. He looked at his boyz, they all stared at their feet. Lagruk knew he'd get no support there, he stifled his rage and looked for his "saviour".
Stood at the top of the steps into the Dwarven village hall was an old Goblin leaning on a walking stick, it was this that he had presumably used to strike the steps to order the Troll to release him.
"Fank you" said Lagruk, "to what do I owe da save".
"His magnificence wishes to speak with you" said the ancient Goblin. "I am Toadwart, Shamen of the Lost Axe Tribe and adviser to He who shall be obeyed, he has been expecting you".
"What?" asked Lagruk "Ow did e knowz about uz?".
"I am sure he will explain everything" replied Toadwart, "Come" he said as he turned and hobbled inside.
Knowing he didn't have much choice Lagruk shrugged and followed the shamen into the hall, behind him he could hear the inane chatter of the Bog Trolls to Skagrat.
"Hello Skagrat" they each fawned in turn, waiting for Skagrat to reply each time.
Lagruk made a mental note, get the Trolls onside........................
This is my offering for the 4th month of the "333pt 3rd Ed Painting Challenge" Having used the start of the month to finish off catching up and then painting my entry for "The Gathering of Mighty Painters" I was pushed for time so went for as few models as I could get away with and painted another Goblin Shamen and 4 of Drew Day William's Bog Troll sculpts, sold by "Troll Soup Miniatures" in the UK. These trolls are modern miniatures that encapsulate the Oldhammer ethic and are spot on for this army I'm putting together. They are excellent sculpts and really capture the Jim Henson vibe that I feel is so important for Trolls.
Toadwart
Toadwart: Goblin Level 10 Shamen.
Toadwart is the Shamen of the Lost Axe tribe (the same tribe as Skagrat and his Stuntie Stabbaz). The Lost Axe are an offshoot of the Broken Axe tribe who were left behind when Grom the Paunch sailed into the west.
Leaderless and abandoned, the tribe wandered and settled in the forests of the Empire, changing their name and finding new masters in the Grimskullz tribe of Orcs.
Many years later their decedents still serve the Grimskullz, indeed, Toadwart currently serves as one of the top advisors to the Chief.
Da Dung Wunz
Da Dung Wunz: 4 Trolls.
Bog Trolls stink. Unlike River Trolls who live in flowing water, a Bog Troll's natural habitats are stagnant wetlands of decaying plant matter and this stench follows them everywhere they go.
These four have latched onto Skagrat, their simple minds finding a "friend", that said, they know who their real master is, and it's not Skagrat.
The Army so far:
Overall I'm about 16 points short this month but that's not an issue as I know I'm using them up next month......................................
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