Thus, dear reader, your humble journalist found herself today engaged in the persuit of a relaxation via the base craft of miniature decoration. A form of minor idolatry that I can only imagine the clergy would overlook for such is its spiritual benefits that one can easily cast aside any thought of eternal damnation. But forgive me, I digress.
Without expectation of leisure time, I had sought the safety of my office to store my miniatures collection, and so I had no access to toys to tinker with. Yet, in a blinding flash, I recalled a box of figurines most kindly and thoughtfully donated to my cause by a friend, and set about finding it with great haste.
Reader, I quickly laid hands upon the long forgotten gift, and, turning it out upon the desk found a collection of ten mostly intact models that I could easily salvage.
Notwithstanding my previous missives bemoaning the great works of Tolkien (and my dissatisfaction furthermore of the dreary series of plays based upon his works by Mister Jackson et al), I find myself thusly in posession of many models from that tired oeuvre. What to do?
Well, dear reader, I struck upon the idea of redressing my models in the guise of Armoured Ghouls, for that is what, to my eye, they mostly resemble.
I also took it upon myself to create a themed warband, and to allow myself some frivolity in my selection of palette bringing some gaity to my work.
I am certain you wish to see my progress, so I have included in this letter for your edification, an image of the incomplete work.
There is still much to do before I am satisfied, however I think you would agree they are of sufficient quality to enter the field of battle upon the dining table.
I am thusly greatly pleased with my efforts, and attained the desired relaxation of which I so greatly craved after many stressful weeks without reprieve.
The shields are quite barren, and I fancy the addition of a banner to the solitary pikeman to make him a standard bearer- however I am greatly distracted by hunger and must dedicate the morrow to commissions that still await my labour. I am afraid it may be some time before I complete these scurrilous savages.
I imagine the addition of a few elements of whimsey, sculpted by yours truely to augment the most fantastical nature of the ghouls. I am tempted to strip them of their weapons and manufacture a more fantastic arsenal for them. I shall set my mind to the challenge in due time.
I hope my letter finds you in good health, do pass my warmest regards to your sisters- especially the prettiest of them. I must away and prepare myself a humble supper to appease my beastly belly.
Yours, most prideful but far from prejudiced, Ms Delaney King
Dear Ms King,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your delightful letter. I do declare it to be the finest missive I have read this morning!
Dear Ms King,
ReplyDeleteFirstly, I must congratulate you on a most amusing and loquacious diatribe in the formal, yet gently mocking, prose of Jane Austen, it has certainly lifted my spirits from exhaustive lethargy.
Secondly, I have often mused upon the idea of painting the flesh of Uruk-hai a different colour, although my preference was pure white with tinges of light blue (as seen in Jeremy Iron's rendition of the Morlock leader in the Time Machine remake). However, I would be remiss if I did not make comment upon how excellent your own is looking; a truly inspired colour palette.
Finally, my sister sends her warm regards in kind and thanks you for such consideration.
Yours faithfully,
Rebecca
Dam that's a good idea. erm... forsooth.
ReplyDeleteDear Ms King,
ReplyDeleteit always fills me with remorse when my eye wanders over the unfinished works of Art of the gifted and skilled when compared to mine own humble finished products.
I am so tempted to start a 'Pride and Percentile Dice' blog following the DnD and wargaming adventures of Elizabeth Bennett as she casts aside both sense and sensibility, and buys all the warhammer
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