Posted by Thantsants at 15:27 22 comments:

Labels: Dolgan Raiders, Goblins, Hobgoblins, Lesser Goblins, Ogres, scenarios

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Labels: Ogres

Posted by Thantsants at 16:42 4 comments:

Labels: Fighting Fantasy, Giant, Ogres

So the scene is set - the small hamlet of Herdwick lies huddled in the foothills of the Varg mountains. Reports of similar settlements that lie further along the lonely mountain pass being ransacked in the long winter nights have begun to filter down with terrified survivors, and talk of giant men from the North has spurred the commander of the local commander to install a garrison.

The villagers sleep uneasily as the local soldiery set a guard, wondering what the night will bring...

Turn 1

Golgfag narrowed his beady eyes as they swept over the flickering lights in the village below. Supplies were getting low and his belly was rumbling. At a grunted command his raiding party shambled down the slopes and into the small wood that bordered the settlement.

Posted by Thantsants at 15:31 8 comments:

Labels: Battle Report, Ogres

So finally finished Golgfag's Mercenary Ogres (minus Champion) and another vote of thanks to Leadasbestos of the LAF! They've been somewhat time consuming but a lot of fun!

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Labels: Ogres

Next up is Golgfag himself - here's the original background behind this regiment of renown -

The wars between the Goblins and Dwarfs had just begun when Golgfag and his Ogre band emerged out of the northern darkness. Golgfag was the chief of the Rutdrogg clan, and he saw the impending war as a good opportunity to gather loot and fresh meat. The Rutdroggs shambled out of their mountain homes and straight into the employ of Bogdan Legbreak, the chief of the Goblins of the northern Misty Mountains.

After a limited period of service Golgfag had taken part in several early actions of the war. The Rutdroggs proved themselves to be excellent troops, if somewhat undisciplined. One night after an especially long and intense drinking bout Glogfag and Bogdan, who had never liked each other anyway, fell to arguing. Within moments the whole Regiment was up and blood was flowing freely. By morning Golgfag's Regiment had fought its way out of the Goblin compound and taken to the woods.

Golgfag soon found employ again, however, this time fighting for the Dwarfs against his former allies. In this capacity he and his champion Grat'hud led a Dwarf party into the Goblin's stronghold and slew Bogdan in a bitter fight. Golgfag later established himself as one of the most adventurous leaders of the war and collected a great deal of gold, loot and captives before returning to the frozen north.

EQUIPMENT Armament - Two-handed mace. Armour - Shield, Mail Coats

BATTLECRY The Ogre language in bestial in the extreme, and not easily translated. A phonetic transcription would be something like, 'Gruugh aghhhhh aghhhh waaaaaa.' Experts claim to recognise some elements and offer the following broken translation. 'Remove yourselves from your current physical location, failure to comply with our request could result in severe physical discomfort of a kind which could seriously curtail your social life.' Recent scholarship has shed new light on this strange cry. It now appears to mean, 'I get so angry when I don't have a cooked breakfast.'

DEEDS The most popular stiory about Golgfag concerns the time that he was captured by the Dwarfs. He was imprisoned in the famous Black Hole of Raven's Hold, along with several dozen assorted goblinoids. Crammed into a tiny space, with no air and hardly enough room to breath, the Dwarfs expected the occupants to die. However when they opened teh door the following morning the Dwarf jailers were aghast to see Golgfag chewing on the remains of the last Goblin. The cell was otherwise empty, although there was good deal of gore and blood on the floor. The Dwarf leader was so awed by this feat that he ordered Golgfag to be taken a long, long way away and released.

SHIELD Each Ogre carries a large round shield, this is strapped to his back in combat so as to enable him to swing the mighty war mace.

UNIFORMS Rutdroggs have long tunics down to the knee, with heavy breeches and boots. Over their tunics they wear mail armour, and over their backs they have long furry cloaks. Their skin coloration is swarthy, with longish black or grey hair.

I've carried on with the Rutdrogg/Red Wolf theme on the shields - very enjoyable painting in different tones of one colour and they seem to be turning out alright. Just got to think of something suitably impressive/vulgar/funny/brutish to go on their banner...

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Labels: Ogres

So finally got round to painting up some of the lovely ogres Leadasbestos (another fellow LAFer!) very, vey kindly sent me a while ago - sorry they've taken so long mate!

These two are troopers from the second version of Golgfag's Mercenary Ogres - great minis and only slightly smaller than the later Jes Goodwin ogres.

Next up will be the command group - musician, standard bearer and Goldfag himself. Just need to get hold of the champion now...!

Then I suppose I'd best paint some more greenies for Orc's Drift...

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Labels: Ogres