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Shoudl be in hand the week fo the 5th..... They may not ship untilt he followign week though if they do not arrive by the 5th as I will off to Gen COn on the 6th.

The morning air was cold, damp, and choked with the odour of blood, scat, piss, sulfur, sweat. Everywhere along the rock strewn snow speckled hillside the last wispy gasps of air burst from the lips of the dieing and wounded - soon to be dead. Men, Goblins, and Dwarves...... Cursed filthy goat-rutting Dwarves. Dog's bane spat blood, another piece of a broken tooth dislodged and he spat it toward that cursed bloody rock outcrop now shoruded in a strange mist.

" Augh! Foul stunty whiskercheeks!! Wheh's old Rotbelly and 'er hags? " Dog'sbane swore.... Then realizing the dazed frothing brute next to him probably did not even know where HE was, dog'sbane spat agin in disgust and cast about lookign for the wretched witch and her hag coven.

He saw the broken bodies of a dozen men from the West, tall and strong, brave mostly and well able, but not much a match for the numbers the wretched wood could belch out when there was loot to be had and blood to spill. Even a few of the fair ones amoung them. Fun sport they could be when you got them alive. Thinking on it lightened his mood for the moment before his eyes sept over the great bloody red ruin of Grumnuskagg. Dog'sbane cursed again. Three of them had gutted that giant beast and chopped off it's head to carry back to their hall for show.

It galled him to no end. That had been the undoing of the bones of his band. Sure the bonebacks had kept at the humans long enough to chop them into tiny bits, but then they'd killed half their own before the bloodlust had dulled enough that they had tired and, as much as a boneback could, came to their senses.

He cursed again, and for good measure stabbed the crawling body at his feet. He looked down. Three-toes. Good enough fighter, and probably would've survived his wound, but Dog'sbane needed the stupified brute more than he did the wounded spearman and it would calm his nerves to hear a death rattle near by. Where was that fat, skulking bag of scat anyway?

Blackfang had had a hand in this he was sure. A simple ambush and looting it should have been, but the scouts had not mentioned the Brynjar, or their witch, or the bald axeman, a terror that one was. If the old cheif had put a hand into this and tried to get Dog'sbane stuck on a pit. Well...... There would be blood on the camp tents when he got back. Big dogs or no....

He noticed the boneback had seemed to focus on something.

"Wot 'ur you lookin' at hagmuncha? " Dog'sbane prodded the dope.

The brute might have answered had a thick hafted spear not punched through his throat and passed halfway out of his back.

"augh!" Dog'sbane leaped sidelong for the shelter of a tiny rock, as another spear identical to the first struck into the ground where he had been standign only an instant before. The remnants of his spearmen and archers scrambled for what little cover they could find. Obviously terrified of the wicked Dwarven spearmen.

Dog's bane chanced a glance over ther edge of the rock as a low hollow crooning swept from the high rock above. through the mist he could see the dull glint of steel helm and shield boss, hammer and mace, sword, axe, and spear. Ten of them he could see, barely, but he knew somewhere there was an eleventh.... A bellowing madman who could cleave away the foot of a troll-brute in one stroke and behead him in the next.

And then the Witch....it had to be she who had wrought this cloaking mist. Were he sensitive to such things as was crowbiter or rotbelly he might have known where to find her. Could he ctach her she would make good his escape as a valued hostage, but no. The only way he would get out of this alive was to rally his goblins and make for the best he could against these armoured squats. Failing that a desperate run for the woods and to cover within... yes, better to hav ethat garantee than to chance it against them on lower ground and in lesser spirits.....

By wit and spear Dog'sbane had survived near twice as long as any other low cheif amoungst the Blackbog clan, and today wit would be what woudl save him again.

A thunderous bellow pealed from near to this right and Dog's knew he would get onyl this chance to run like mad and hope he could slow a few of his spearmen enough to be caught by his pursuers.









kidn of hackneyed I know but I fiugred it might make a nice intro for these guys....

http://red-box-games.com/shop/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=19


The Brynjar, Dvergr elites;

Asgeir


Birgir


Bjartulfr


Borghild


Gjord


Gulbrandr


Gunnar


Hengist


Holger


Odarr


Thorir


Hjordisa Ymirsdottir


Hrothagar the IronHearted V II


Fearless Hvitarnor


Nannulf of Arnholdt's Hill


Svanhild the Sure


High Lord Valerion the Gilded



Brynjar Bondi


Brynjar Spearmen

I like Fearless Hvitarnor the best. You've got a bunch of advancing, readying or gesturing models, and then you've got Fearless Hvitarnor, who just decapitated someone with a single blow.

Amazing as usual. You put out some of the most consistently great quality realistic-fantasy models I've seen in a while, and I'll do my best to put aside a bit of cash to get my hands on some.

These are great, helms on the dwarves are especially eyecatching.

Do a range of wardancer type models for sylvan elves PLEASE!

Now these are what I'd call luxury miniatures.

Fantastic as always.

Nannulf of Arnholdt's Hill? That one rules ... or should I say "governs" ?

Great stuff!

On an unrelated subject why are so many of your minis being discontinued? Belegast especially is one of my favorites.

These models are fantastic. The detail is crisp, the proportions are perfect, the poses flow brilliantly, I can't fault them. Heck, they even avoided the usual problems. Valerion can look over his shoulder pads, Svanhild isn't wearing a bikini and all the dwarfs look like they can walk without tripping over their beards. I really am interested in these miniatures, just for the sake of having them.

nice batch, Tre...

anyone thinking of buying their first Red Box mini, go for it...
i have a handful of his minis on my desk, and the detail is amazing...
the finer scale of his pieces is a nice change...
they really have to be seen, 'cause the pics are much bigger than the minis...
there is a certain harmony that is missing from GW's approach to scale, but Tre has nailed...

cheers
jah

I have to second everything that jah-joshua has to say. I picked up a pair of minis for my DnD game and have been very satisfied with them. The detail is very fine and can be more difficult to paint than GW's, but is worth the effort.

Now I truly regret missing Gencon this year - I would have loved to meet you Tre!

If I only had the dosh I would have units filled with those dwarves in my army *sigh*

Super work as per. My only criticism is that Fearless Hvitarnor is playing a dreadful shot and is going to get himself out.

But as you are not likely to know much about cricket Tre, we will forgive you!

I have to gush about these some more.

One thing I just realized from looking at them is how amazingly well their poses fit with their weapons. If I look at the GW plastic beastmen sitting on my shelf next to me, most of them don't really look like thier weapon is a part of them- because it's not. Multi-part plastics give us the ability to mix and match and customize but we often loose the sense of the model's musculature as a whole.

These Red Box models look like their sculptor put a lot of thought into how bodies counter-balance the weight of weapons in swing- So for example with Asgeir and Gulbrandr they actually look like we've photographed them mid-charge, whereas many GW minis look like we've photographed them taking a tentative step (or a doing a crazy dance) while holding a weightless weapon-shaped thing in their hands (and usually pointing it at the enemy and shouting). Hengist, Hrothgar, Hvitarnor, and Svanhild all look correctly posed to actually be using their weapons, and as a result give off so much more of an impression of their strength than any of the badly-proportioned and overly muscled brutes of other companies' lines. And Nannulf looks convincingly posed to be actually blocking a blow with his shield- again something very rare in other miniature lines.

These are truly fantastic works. Where other sculptors have to use ridiculously over-sized weapons, huge shoulderpads, and piles of skulls to convey danger, these guys do it with just their bodies.