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    • By Rigel
      Lots of pics here, a story's worth. Turnaround pics in spoiler areas.

      You should imagine Ennio Morricone playing the soundtrack, slow-paced to start with. Diegetic horse noises, hooves plodding. Scraping, dragging sound. 


       

       
      A glow of a cigarillo and a long inhale as we slowly zoom in on the horse's master.
       

       
      The smoke exhales out of his nostrils, and the camera pans down to show it jetting from multiple holes in the Revenant's torso as well.
       

       
       
      The rendezvous at hand, the Revenant knocks on the coffin once or twice. It is the only sound besides the horse breathing. 

       
      Panning the camera around to the other side of the tree we see a couple boys from the Red Hand posse.

       
       

       

       
      "Two against one, fella. You might be too stubborn to die, but you ain't gotten any better at counting."
      He retreats. Hoofbeats recede behind the mesa.
       

      (music gets tenser, speeds up)


      "Boss! Good to have you back."
      "Thought we'd lost you! Now let's get back to San Cascarion and drain those vatos dry!"
      "<untranslatable screech>"


      Other, different hoofbeats make the Red Hand thugs stop celebrating. They look around,

      This, they did not expect.

       
      (Morricone music just goes bananas here)

       

       
       
       
      [fight choreography ensues, guns shot and whipped out of undead hands, etc,]

       
      Camera zooms in on the Revenant again holding a cigarillo to withered lips. He holds up first one cracked and flaking finger, then another, then a third and finally a fourth. The barest hint of a smile crinkles his mummified cheek. Counts just fine. Roll credits. 
      ***
      Ooowee these were fun to do! The Revenant, an undead Man with No Name, is from Artizan, as are Brothers Thomas and Martin and Fra Benedict, the Holy Inquisitors 3-pack. I used a pin vise to drill a few extra holes in the Revenant. 
       
      The bad hombres in red and the Nosferatu are from Dracula's America, the Red Hand coven 3-pack. 

      Horses are from Nolzur's Adventurer's Campsite. They've been on my Shelf of Shame for too long. 

      The Coffin and Skeleton are Reaper, 77633. The Tree of Despair and the signpost from Western Sophie make an appearance as well. 
       
      Here's Part 1, from a WHILE back. 

      Hope you enjoy!

       
    • By Rigel
      Brothers Roberto (03561) and Louis IV (02087) are excellent sculpts suitable for multiple time periods. I've painted a couple of Nuns With Guns and a couple of priests, but not a bishop or a cardinal!

      "Your Exellency, I apologize for the short notice. It's worse than we had thought."

      "You are forgiven, Bishop. Is it the old Priory at St. Wulfstan's?"

      "Indeed. The Creature has at last gotten loose from the bindings put down in 947 and broken through the 16th-century salt rings."

      "God in Heaven. I had prayed those wards would outlast me. We knew this day would come."

      "Mercifully, we have one of our best men on the scene. God willing he can contain the beast until the rest of the team arrives."


      Father Sweeny, again from Artizan's 'Thrilling Tales' line, had better be a man of strong faith and iron will.

      The Beast, ornery after centuries of durance :


      Hold the line...

       

      (Guest appearances by Fr. Thomas, Sr. Maria, Order of St. George Nun, and Fra Ximenez from Black Cat.)


    • By Rigel
      My miniatures list has more varieties of pulp than a paper-mill town grocery's orange juice aisle. Mad scientists, apes, cultists, cosmic horrors, spacemen, sky pirates, zeppelineers, two-fisted heroes, etc. But not a lot of what was for several decades, the most common pulp villain. Let's paint something for our heroes to fight!

      Artizan's Thrilling Tales line comes through once again. 
      Here are two horrible and officious jerks, on a pre-dawn hunt for Resistance agents. "Oberst von Stroop" is the one with the gun; "Major Kreipe" the one with the satchel and the dueling scar.

       
      We've seen a couple of the Resistance before, but I believe this is the first time I've posted a picture of "Georges." I had fun with the argyle sweater-vest.


      Georges' briefcase contains a surprise! 


      Some more baddies: "Colonel Braun," a perfectly pompous sculpt, and the "Kaiserin" from Brigade Games. (Also Erwin Rommel, previously posted elsewhere).



      (Couple more pictures of Zenith's commandoes, from 50075, if you click below.)
       
       
       
      And on another, stranger front...
      This is "Private Trummer," an old and not particularly motivated soldier sent on special detail with a special unit. He sees nothing, he hears no-othing, and he knows NO-O-O-OTHING! 


       

      It doesn't do to see, hear, or know too much when you're out with the armored Sturm Battalion Zorn. (Pictured: Flamethrower and Rifleman III. I added an extra gas tank from Bombshell to the Flamethrower unit.)

      Battalion Zorn is led by "Captain Rohr," a merciless and ambitious creep.


      Funnily enough, for a man who sees and hears nothing, Private Trummer has a knack for not being around in a crisis...


      Finally, a group shot, as such groups should be. 

    • By Rigel
      Eureka has a two-pack of figures in their Pax Limpopo line called "Hench and Coach," and they are the most corpulent double-chinned British spherical bastards imaginable; Dickensian caricatures after the style of Nast or Tenniel. I had to have them. Didn't bother affixing the coachwhips. They are about halfling-sized in 32mm scale, and walrus-like giants in 15mm scale. You should be able to hear a bassoon-and-tuba soundtrack when looking at them. 

      I'd also painted up some minis from Artizan's "Thrilling Tales" line: Miss Greentree, Private Campbell, and Tankie Bob. Each of them is full of personality. Greentree I painted as an Agent Carter-type. Campbell was where I found tartan is not my forte. Could have come out worse. Bob is a scruffy fanatic and I love the sculpt. I figured Ungentlemanly Warfare was a good setting for the three of them.





      More pictures below.
       
    • By Rigel
      Didn't order this fella; there was a minor mixup in my order (which was corrected, I must say, with incredible speed--thank you, North Star/Artizan customer service!). BUT--I'll not complain about more pulp-era characters to paint! The Desert Fox is pretty useful for a variety of campaigns of varying pulp levels.
      Tried to make the colors match his official portrait. Here he is in a North African setting, with a toy car that is historically inaccurate but a good color match. A tank would have been better, but as we all know, a field-marshal goes to war with the army he has, not the army he wants.



      Other angles below.


      I call this one "Erwin Has A Bad Day." Special guest appearances by WWWOz Lion, Zenith, and Frank Buck. 

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