Over on Facebook I run a painting Challenge called the Odds & Sods Oldhammer Painting Challenge. There is a theme each month and the idea is to paint up random bits and pieces from the lead pile to fulfil the brief.
I have to confess, the main reason I created this challenge was to get ONE unit painted up.
Sadly, by the time I actually came to collect my Skaven army Stormvermin had moved on, halberds were the order of the day so I didn't revisit the idea of this model until my brother drew me into the Oldhammer movement that he and a group of online friends had started.
Skrask lead his elite warriors into the Man-thing dwelling area. This must be a mighty fortress indeed, it had high............ quite high walls on every side and many horse-things could be heard from one of the buildings - yes - it must be a mighty fortress indeed.
Skrask could smell the Man-things and........ sniff sniff.......... something else.................... something not Man-thing but familiar.
Nevermind, they would all die-die tonight.
"Go my mighty Stormvermin, kill-kill all of the Man-things" ordered Skrask, pointing at the large building.
Forward streamed the black furred killer bully boys of Skaven society. They broke down the doors and the windows of the building, and, with screams coming from inside, started bludgeoning the rather large number of occupants to death with their two handed flails.
A man in a red Suddenland cloak stumbled out into the night.
"Skaven!" he cried "In the name of mighty Sigmar why is it always Skaven?" he asked.
"It matters not not" replied Skrask in broken man-speak. "Soon-soon you will all fall, you and your mighty fortress to my elite Stormvermin yes-yes"
"Fortress?" the man laughed, "Elite?" he questioned. "Well, I guess that's all relative, this is a coaching inn" he slurred "and, well, you may think you're elite, but well, I think you're about to learn differently".
"SKAVEN!!!" came a bellow from behind Skrask. "I leave you for one minute Manling, to go and make water, and you find us some bloody Skaven to kill, now, I hate Skaven but if there is one thing I hate more than Skaven it's Skaven who interupt my drinking time..................................."
ONE unit that I'd failed to paint up for years.
ONE unit that was the main reason I developed my long standing first love for Warhammer Fantasy Battle.
Stormvermin.
Not just any Stormvermin either.
It's one model that isn't actually an official Stormvermin model.
Back when I was about 8 or 9 my older Brother got a copy of Warhammer Armies for 3rd Edition and when I flicked through the pages one piece of Paul Bonner artwork stood out to me. Now don't get me wrong, all of his work in that book is stunningly beautiful but the Skaven Stormvermin stood out for me. Armed with a two handed flail and wearing very funky armour, this guy was soooooooo cool.
I later learned it was a sketch of an actual model and when I found that out I decided there and then that that one model was THE Stormvermin model and others just weren't really.
Sadly, by the time I actually came to collect my Skaven army Stormvermin had moved on, halberds were the order of the day so I didn't revisit the idea of this model until my brother drew me into the Oldhammer movement that he and a group of online friends had started.
I started to play 3rd Ed again and I collected a small unit of these models, using my halberd wielding rats as Black Skaven instead.
It's only now that I have amassed a unit of 20 of these fine ratty fellows and so I stripped the small unit, added in my extra models and VOILA!
I now have my young self's desire, a unit of the best Stormvermin models going, armed with two handed fails to be used in 3rd Ed (and later editions with my opponents consent).
I'm as giddy as a rat dropped into a cheese storehouse!
Here's blurb:
Skrask lead his elite warriors into the Man-thing dwelling area. This must be a mighty fortress indeed, it had high............ quite high walls on every side and many horse-things could be heard from one of the buildings - yes - it must be a mighty fortress indeed.
Skrask could smell the Man-things and........ sniff sniff.......... something else.................... something not Man-thing but familiar.
Nevermind, they would all die-die tonight.
"Go my mighty Stormvermin, kill-kill all of the Man-things" ordered Skrask, pointing at the large building.
Forward streamed the black furred killer bully boys of Skaven society. They broke down the doors and the windows of the building, and, with screams coming from inside, started bludgeoning the rather large number of occupants to death with their two handed flails.
A man in a red Suddenland cloak stumbled out into the night.
"Skaven!" he cried "In the name of mighty Sigmar why is it always Skaven?" he asked.
"It matters not not" replied Skrask in broken man-speak. "Soon-soon you will all fall, you and your mighty fortress to my elite Stormvermin yes-yes"
"Fortress?" the man laughed, "Elite?" he questioned. "Well, I guess that's all relative, this is a coaching inn" he slurred "and, well, you may think you're elite, but well, I think you're about to learn differently".
"SKAVEN!!!" came a bellow from behind Skrask. "I leave you for one minute Manling, to go and make water, and you find us some bloody Skaven to kill, now, I hate Skaven but if there is one thing I hate more than Skaven it's Skaven who interupt my drinking time..................................."
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