Television is rather a frightening business. But I get all the relaxation I want from my collection of model soldiers.
Peter Cushing

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

The Freak and The Strongman

The Burgomeister woke up, sweating, breath hoarse in his throat, ragged, panting. For the third night in a row, some horror in the night had awoken him. His fat wife snored beside him; there no comfort there. A cold, high, piping child's voice that had ripped through his dreams and threw him, wet and mewling into the cold night air. 

"His eyes, his eyes! Flies, flies, eat up his eyes. The Burgomeister's lovely eyes!"

He tried to get his breath back under control. But then he heard it, outside in the night. Beyond the village.

The rattling of bars, like a beast in a cage, and a giggling like fat children burning ants.

Something was coming. 



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Two more for Dr N R Gull's Patent Medicine and Pandemonium Shadow Show; based off suggestions in the  Dark Age of Sigmar Facebook group when I asked for ideas for the carnival, someone suggested something so horrible that it was kept in a cage. Thus was born the freak.

The strongman was basically an excuse to use Nurglings because who doesn't like Nurglings?

The strongman was a very simple conversion; new shoulders and rotated hands, with a bar made of wire. A head from the ever useful Flagellants box finished him off nicely.





The Freak was more involved as he/it/she was largely scratchbuilt. The Top and bottom of the cage was constructed of plasticard with holes drilled for bars made of brass rod. A little sprue was put inside for structural strength.



Then the freak itself was made from a nurgle arm and a load of green stuff. This was very impressionistic as it was more about suggesting something horrible than actually showing anything. 

Then the sacking thrown over the top was made from Tomato Puree tube, with liquid greenstuff slathered on for texture. 





Painting for both was relatively simple; lots of washes and glazes and a few details to make the whole thing pop. By this point, the palette of the project is pretty much set so colour choice isn't exactly a hassle.









And here's the entire Company as they look at the moment:


I'm pretty happy with how this is going. There are two more regular members to complete - one of which is turning out to be quite complex - and then there's only Papa Doc himself to do. 



Thursday, 16 March 2017

Roll up! Roll up!

The Burgomeister woke up, sweating, breath hoarse in his throat, ragged, panting. For the second night in a row, some horror in the night had awoken him. His fat wife snored beside him. A cold, high, piping child's voice that had ripped through his dreams and threw him, wet and mewling into the cold night air. 

"Flies, flies, eat up his eyes. The Burgomeister's eyes are flies!"

He tried to get his breath back under control. But then he heard it, outside in the night. Beyond the village.

The riffling of pasteboard, and a hoarse, barking voice. 

Something was coming. 





Two more of my Chaos Carnival denizens have been completed: the Tarot Witch and the Barker.

The Tarot Witch was an old Witch Elf; i removed her weapons, created cards out of plasticard and resculpted her with slightly less 80s Metal Hair. 















The Barker is just slammed together from loads of bits and greenstuff:

















Both were painted in the style I've adopted for this project. 




Two more to come shortly...

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

By The Pricking Of My Thumbs...


The Burgomeister woke up, sweating, breath hoarse in his throat, ragged, panting. His wife snored beside him, obvlivious to the horror that had awoken him. A cold, high, piping child's voice that had ripped through his dreams and threw him, wet and mewling into the cold night air. 

"Flies, flies, eat up his lovely eyes. The Burgomeister's lovely eyes!"

He tried to get his breath back under control. But then he heard it, outside in the night. Beyond the village.

The sound of drums. 

Something was coming. 




This is the start of my new AoS28 carnival: Dr N R Gull's Patent Medicine and Pandemonium Shadow Show, based on the old Realm of Chaos description:


The idea has been kicking around in my head since 1991 and it's only now I've really had the skill and the time to find a way to do it justice. So these are the first two members of the travelling show - The Little Drummer Boy and Stilts.

Mr Here Come The Drums was pretty easy, a straight kitbash with some greenstuff to rebuild the back of the head and making a pair of drumsticks.








Stilts was a little more involved in execution but very simple in conception. It's a little bit Bosch, a little bit Dali and a lot of Francis Bacon - all of whom were influences on Ian Miller and John Blanche.


The body is a plaguebearer with two legs cut off and mounted backwards. They were then extended and the forelimbs constructed out of wire. The joints were sculpted from greenstuff as were the hooves and then the bare wire given a thin coat of liquid greenstuff for texture. 





Painting for both was manly done with glazes and washes. Stilts had a few green and dark flesh filters applied which gives him the impression of darkening as he moves down the body. Pustules and boils and veins were then picked up with thinned colours. broadly speaking it's the same technique I developed on the Great Goblin but with many, many fewer layers. 











I'm very happy with these two and the easy win here has spurred me on to more ideas for the rest of a cavalcade of corruption. 

The next two, suggested by a few people online, will be the tarot card reader and the carnival barker.