tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418324963417494262024-03-19T04:12:03.483-07:00Somewhere the Tea's getting cold...Somewhere to put my pictures and other ramblings on the wonderful world of Oldhammer and miniature wargaming.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger451125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-28084768870947707342024-03-03T13:51:00.000-08:002024-03-03T13:51:15.579-08:00You know what 'ol Jack Burton says at a time like this...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A time like this being Sunday evening after a pretty tiring weekend - he says post some old pictures of a vaguely Lo Pan inspired Sorcerer and his motley gang!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOPQHWgYIYoNMDJFbZ3bnZ8J5gilfP-6QgsxpM2X0vrs0qa-KrRhGaxXU4T5WPcRqpS-mucNq04fX1DblXUS03WQzouWdOkC8tBL__BWw5zHmEaKwl5YBezxbCK7l_yvMGEL5k7vZ2wIz2p_mvMOqDsy_dL4_hSGxQ9g-aqf0GaA_KD7CoYdtG-dxqZ8/s5184/DSC05949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOPQHWgYIYoNMDJFbZ3bnZ8J5gilfP-6QgsxpM2X0vrs0qa-KrRhGaxXU4T5WPcRqpS-mucNq04fX1DblXUS03WQzouWdOkC8tBL__BWw5zHmEaKwl5YBezxbCK7l_yvMGEL5k7vZ2wIz2p_mvMOqDsy_dL4_hSGxQ9g-aqf0GaA_KD7CoYdtG-dxqZ8/s320/DSC05949.JPG" width="320"></a></div><span></span><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2024/03/you-know-what-ol-jack-burton-says-at.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-55962473497313084672024-02-24T16:25:00.000-08:002024-02-24T16:29:58.182-08:00A Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Bit of a Saturday night quickie - ooh err...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well as much action as I'm likely to get XD</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm between laptops at the moment - charging port broke on the last one (can't remember if it was dog or booze related...) so my photos of stuff I've painted is all over the place. However, having gone through the memory card on my camera I happily found these shots I took ages ago!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFc2uVKYsBE6VRx70J-0tfhpGlnlbW-TKN3WK0uE_OvU0VmN2RxNihc9FjpNdK70ZIQKFXUQVdr0pzXHx4__XGO3jtdxDzSn8eKVUxrbydCfEuqqAdtaBIIUncU1M0xzC3lTTkq7UXhLTImZutMnQKV6kjqpFB0HqPJ4MGGZJhdEhPhFljrhFtDQrNjwQ/s4155/DSC06378.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3045" data-original-width="4155" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFc2uVKYsBE6VRx70J-0tfhpGlnlbW-TKN3WK0uE_OvU0VmN2RxNihc9FjpNdK70ZIQKFXUQVdr0pzXHx4__XGO3jtdxDzSn8eKVUxrbydCfEuqqAdtaBIIUncU1M0xzC3lTTkq7UXhLTImZutMnQKV6kjqpFB0HqPJ4MGGZJhdEhPhFljrhFtDQrNjwQ/s320/DSC06378.JPG" width="320"></a></div><span></span><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2024/02/a-season-of-mists-and-mellow.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-13454054163681129802024-02-19T15:52:00.000-08:002024-02-19T15:52:08.494-08:00Der Verlorene Haufen: The Mutated and the Dead<p><i>Captain Lukas Heinriksen quailed as Todeswunsch pulled the letter he had but two hours ago written, sealed and pressed in to the hand of a loyal runner. The paper was torn and judging by the bloody stains, the runner had met a sorry end too. Todeswunsch tossed the ripped missive on to the table before him and stared coldly at Heinriksen,</i></p><p><i>"I see you are not enamoured of the new additions to our little expedition Captain. Not only that but it would seem you seek to share your views with our masters back in Ostermark. Would you care to explain yourself..."</i></p><div class="separator" style="font-style: italic;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="font-style: italic;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymLC8DUCS2YyuZ3-aTw2t3kvNa6x7JueOEx0cHyg5TtlakrZlvMiJlMZgFrbOSXtaVtpiXsPdFxD933vNhDg64wFTg6FVG7Ro97j2fyZGqz6w785AkmBV68XOV1nH4g6D_8KSi2ZNGerTlj-r4aZnCEGJqhdLPFVuAuuLv7PdibNTQBeAPB9tLRQOZQM/s1000/1-DSC06054%20(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="1000" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiymLC8DUCS2YyuZ3-aTw2t3kvNa6x7JueOEx0cHyg5TtlakrZlvMiJlMZgFrbOSXtaVtpiXsPdFxD933vNhDg64wFTg6FVG7Ro97j2fyZGqz6w785AkmBV68XOV1nH4g6D_8KSi2ZNGerTlj-r4aZnCEGJqhdLPFVuAuuLv7PdibNTQBeAPB9tLRQOZQM/s320/1-DSC06054%20(1).JPG" width="320"></a></div><br><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2024/02/der-verlorene-haufen-mutated-and-dead.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-38248930106935065532024-02-11T15:00:00.000-08:002024-02-13T14:59:59.304-08:00State of the Blogosphere?<p>So despite the slightly grandiose title, this is going to be a bit stream of conscious as I've been thinking a lot about blogging and the blogging community since my last post - bear with me, there is a point in the end. I think!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uIS_DawHAOiQw1s0XUArD85x3uS39io6R2QfgSTbOivmQpeB9KonrihtOhql33VKVM1zZwA4uBghi3K38bUkjDRaX8PZlDex8pDKyGVRGYXMIx6_7gd3u6-ulhb0paUlPvDQxHv02qE8yrgNmqwYvNozjrRGH_CrAHY1xYgaNNOv0L5zcqi-8kfgMAQ/s3264/DSCF0035.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uIS_DawHAOiQw1s0XUArD85x3uS39io6R2QfgSTbOivmQpeB9KonrihtOhql33VKVM1zZwA4uBghi3K38bUkjDRaX8PZlDex8pDKyGVRGYXMIx6_7gd3u6-ulhb0paUlPvDQxHv02qE8yrgNmqwYvNozjrRGH_CrAHY1xYgaNNOv0L5zcqi-8kfgMAQ/s320/DSCF0035.JPG" width="320"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This post gets a bit wordy so I needed pictures - thought I'd go with some of my favourite projects.</td></tr></tbody></table><p><span></span></p><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2024/02/state-of-blogosphere.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-79895232970595845942024-02-04T06:31:00.000-08:002024-02-04T06:31:23.314-08:00A Return to the East (and the blog!)<p>Well it's been a while but I'm back and with some new stuff!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhjKnzQzzm_HuzeKeFLqpbDDpzKC8p1caNW2Bkl0rMkYplYjvF_hesVbggaqREKrunzektbf_JOpYNI5gt3F8rrcFlIYb9rQKVjhl3XyteUVxTkML8JNPidktd9z1jtx1cIG5Uee7hTUr5RXJZ6vlLTVG7i4JVieuFUB98nd2Bg2i8r4HLDipnAmWf0PE/s4000/IMG20220924111409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhjKnzQzzm_HuzeKeFLqpbDDpzKC8p1caNW2Bkl0rMkYplYjvF_hesVbggaqREKrunzektbf_JOpYNI5gt3F8rrcFlIYb9rQKVjhl3XyteUVxTkML8JNPidktd9z1jtx1cIG5Uee7hTUr5RXJZ6vlLTVG7i4JVieuFUB98nd2Bg2i8r4HLDipnAmWf0PE/s320/IMG20220924111409.jpg" width="240"></a></div><span></span><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2024/02/a-return-to-east-and-blog.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-79790495243509895372023-07-26T17:45:00.000-07:002023-07-26T17:45:15.909-07:00Going Viral...<p><i>Onwards they marched, tracking the Chaos deviant through the dead lands. A litany of woe and a trail of ruin marked the passage of the Cult they still hunted. Always they were too late and never were they welcomed by the local peasantry. Instead, beady eyes, glistening with fear and suspicion, glared out from make shift hovels as the weary throng trudged past the glowing embers of burned out villages. </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFpGUTtiB_AhQAzAnZMQrsBjUaR_E69qCPj8EUGeBEeB1tHwin8erEu5QEdgyejTDfOWOf9vPOahG-Q8f7R2PjmhbVel0qGRhX2GL0UYWF3vf_jLmfUsxbrL1oLXaZIsQTLug5Zb_UwoR6NGlZkzJjghLM0m2mqXftqEZPrGya-QMK5rNERfZBf4F/s5184/DSC05961.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3187" data-original-width="5184" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFpGUTtiB_AhQAzAnZMQrsBjUaR_E69qCPj8EUGeBEeB1tHwin8erEu5QEdgyejTDfOWOf9vPOahG-Q8f7R2PjmhbVel0qGRhX2GL0UYWF3vf_jLmfUsxbrL1oLXaZIsQTLug5Zb_UwoR6NGlZkzJjghLM0m2mqXftqEZPrGya-QMK5rNERfZBf4F/s320/DSC05961.JPG" width="320"></a></div><div><br></div><div><span></span></div><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2023/07/going-viral.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-15624339400038080502022-03-06T01:53:00.001-08:002022-03-06T01:53:26.928-08:00Der Verlorene Haufen: All Aboard the Arquebus!<p><i>Kurt Todeswunch was awake before his adjutant burst in to the tent - perhaps he had never actually slept. How was one to know where the border between dream and reality was in this accursed place.</i></p><p><i>"Sir - reports of movement along the line, just in from the forward pickets. They say the woods have come alive!"</i></p><p><i>Kurt silenced the panicky Captain with a glare. What new devilry was this?</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrFWnu-nadhFBW3uMBiTjVT_Py6lTkD0IYlUwzxx1MSqlE-MPSCQEvAGsockZRZi2X5MsQ8CwAn1DSS1Dmwe_ajG0lWFnjSwHlGxqRoHouKLS-ADvduztVX2rasZFWhyjKaZGTIxlDKTLJ8FZOEksIf7NjB-iSWxrtZQ7fYo3wy_JvrbcBb1UM6mG0=s5099" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2875" data-original-width="5099" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrFWnu-nadhFBW3uMBiTjVT_Py6lTkD0IYlUwzxx1MSqlE-MPSCQEvAGsockZRZi2X5MsQ8CwAn1DSS1Dmwe_ajG0lWFnjSwHlGxqRoHouKLS-ADvduztVX2rasZFWhyjKaZGTIxlDKTLJ8FZOEksIf7NjB-iSWxrtZQ7fYo3wy_JvrbcBb1UM6mG0=s320" width="320"></a></div><p><span></span></p><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2022/03/der-verlorene-haufen-all-aboard-arquebus.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-45414090130845837912022-02-05T07:04:00.000-08:002022-02-05T07:04:51.583-08:00Der Verlorene Haufen: A Healthy Dose of Nihilism and Morr Skullz!<i>The stagnant chill of the morning sat heavily amongst the pines. The silence that hung expectantly in the air gave way to the dull clank of rusted armour and harness. Slowly they came, forlorn and sombre, the mud sucking gently at their worn boots. One could have been forgiven for thinking the dejected throng a ghostly apparition or some other ethereal conjuration, for no word or groan escaped the visors of their dour helmet, save for the ragged clouds of condensed breath that hung about their heads in the cold air. </i><div><i><br></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiS8RxEvllgBzDdS6_yLDzYh3zJsl1nkBiekLv-tEil2gz6o00lLBNANbW8zSEIUpZWcCY0WeSduPH5zldFjawfE_5DaO_GFsf11c0wyye4cUALER7XE8CZI07Lx-0UjAOItUxk9HHM8afIZQ2FWlLrtQGhiMNF2htbLGTTU9HDwTk2jmCZF4mUsvlB=s4575" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2486" data-original-width="4575" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiS8RxEvllgBzDdS6_yLDzYh3zJsl1nkBiekLv-tEil2gz6o00lLBNANbW8zSEIUpZWcCY0WeSduPH5zldFjawfE_5DaO_GFsf11c0wyye4cUALER7XE8CZI07Lx-0UjAOItUxk9HHM8afIZQ2FWlLrtQGhiMNF2htbLGTTU9HDwTk2jmCZF4mUsvlB=s320" width="320"></a></div><br><span></span></div><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2022/02/der-verlorene-haufen-healthy-dose-of.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-51088845786599585712022-02-03T13:28:00.004-08:002022-02-05T02:14:12.879-08:00Der Verlorene Haufen: Once more unto the breech Dear Friends!<p><i>“Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?</i></p><p><i>Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?"</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRLtbOcJA6c/YZjbbCWAgjI/AAAAAAAAgjI/oc9wCmGg0G43TI5IqtFzxbX13M4ybagNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC05583.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1461" data-original-width="2048" height="228" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nRLtbOcJA6c/YZjbbCWAgjI/AAAAAAAAgjI/oc9wCmGg0G43TI5IqtFzxbX13M4ybagNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSC05583.JPG" width="320"></a></div><p>Nope - the Cult hasn't got them yet, but where indeed are they one might ask and my answer would be that they reside in numbers amongst my lead pile, waiting to meet this year's Old World Army Challenge! I've just realised I never published this post last month after it aired on the OWAC blog - oh well, better late than never!<span></span></p><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2022/02/once-more-unto-breech-dear-friends.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-72749326707995243222021-11-21T10:17:00.000-08:002021-11-21T10:17:30.168-08:00Sects and Thugs and Bosch and Troll<p> Apologies for the terrible pun in the title - it's not even entirely accurate as there's no Bosch I'm afraid...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQKvSpqx3qc/YZqMWHK5oAI/AAAAAAAAgk8/nhtq7Amb_bYSZU5w5mBD5qxRgtDWgcx0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC05664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1503" data-original-width="2048" height="235" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQKvSpqx3qc/YZqMWHK5oAI/AAAAAAAAgk8/nhtq7Amb_bYSZU5w5mBD5qxRgtDWgcx0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSC05664.JPG" width="320"></a></div><p><span></span></p><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2021/11/sects-and-thugs-and-bosch-and-troll.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-81298117122625277612021-08-07T02:44:00.000-07:002021-08-07T02:44:43.808-07:00Cult of the New Colossus - In My End is My Beginning<p>So we come to the end of the fourth <a href="https://oldworldarmychallenge.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Old World Army Challenge</a> and I have finally joined the hallowed ranks of OWAC veterans! If you haven't already, do go and check out the other entries - they're all fantastic! Time for one more literary reference I think by way of reflection over the last six months. As Eliot says in his Four Quartets, "<i>What we call the beginning is often the end and to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.</i>" Well that's definitely where I'm at with this project! I've heard it said many times that an army is never finished and it seems almost a shame if one should find themselves guilty of such a thing. Again to paraphrase Eliot, to finally finish something and put it to rest or reach a final end is to arrive at "<i>the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is... Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, there would be no dance, and there is only the dance.</i>" Other than all the dancing and not dancing, it sounds a bit sterile and lifeless to me so I think the Cult of the New Colossus will live on - but more on that later.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJw3WjRBE30/YQ5BWQNcHDI/AAAAAAAAgcw/NHQbRs4YEIsd9GMJHa4K0X8qXSgL1Z5LQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC05498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1678" data-original-width="2048" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJw3WjRBE30/YQ5BWQNcHDI/AAAAAAAAgcw/NHQbRs4YEIsd9GMJHa4K0X8qXSgL1Z5LQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSC05498.JPG" width="320"></a></div><span></span><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2021/08/cult-of-new-colossus-in-my-end-is-my.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-1201044735899343812021-07-09T14:44:00.001-07:002021-07-10T05:57:14.939-07:00Cult of the New Colossus: Angels We Have Heard On High<p>This is the end, my only friend the end! My last painted entry for the Old World Army Challenge IV. I'll save all my gushing and introspection for the wrap up post I have to write for July as well as the whole army shot. The last hours of last month were spent furiously painting banners and I reckon I've sold the last remnants of my soul to the ruinous powers to get these last bits done. Hopefully the low figure count won't be an anti-climax when compared to my earlier entries but I thought it best to lavish a bit of attention on this unholy quartet as the leaders of the Cult. I've certainly tried to up the level of epic in the narrative to make up at any rate!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a99kIP6k6lE/YOiwWoX6gFI/AAAAAAAAgV0/vC-kBmorWMkj_viHpl6IFinptYngN1-vgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC05444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1548" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a99kIP6k6lE/YOiwWoX6gFI/AAAAAAAAgV0/vC-kBmorWMkj_viHpl6IFinptYngN1-vgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSC05444.JPG" width="320"></a></div><p><span></span></p><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2021/07/cult-of-new-colossus-angels-we-have.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-88362760296342239322021-06-10T11:25:00.008-07:002021-06-10T11:32:38.108-07:00Cult of the New Colossus: Coming of the Colossus<p><i>Long and arduous was the pilgrimage back over the roof of the world yet the Cult tired not. From the blasted pit they had clambered, up in to the heavens, and now they descended once more, down through the dark pine forests that bristled on the beetled brow of the World's Edge Mountains. Glowering over the huddled and sagging gambrel rooves of witch-haunted Nachtdorf, these stony pinnacles gave way to the dreary vista of ancient and festering Sylvania - far removed from the pitiless sands of the wasteland they had dragged themselves from. Man and Beast alike rejoiced at the chill air and damp mists of these heavily wooded slopes, for they were a balm to parched lips and blistered hands and feet. Slowly the weary procession began its painful descent back in to the lands of Men once more.</i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A9pVOE3lD0/YMI_84B_vTI/AAAAAAAAgQU/UHNjqZzknwYJ-lE8ymTBf32BPg7WRRh7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC05363.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1873" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A9pVOE3lD0/YMI_84B_vTI/AAAAAAAAgQU/UHNjqZzknwYJ-lE8ymTBf32BPg7WRRh7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSC05363.JPG" width="320"></a></div><i><p><i><span></span></i></p></i><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2021/06/cult-of-new-colossus-coming-of-colossus.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-4380020153734114172021-05-06T22:37:00.001-07:002021-05-06T22:37:28.315-07:00The Cult of the New Colossus: Feeling Bullish but a Little Horse...<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> Wermius clutched his head in an attempt to steady the reeling of his mind. How far could he go in comprehending the works of the Colossus and the beloved Godhead? He a mere man. It felt as though some sphinx of flesh and brass had bashed open his skull and eaten up the brains inside. A sphinx much like the enormous creature, some brutish union of Ogre and Dragon, that reposed nearby in all its impossible majesty. How far did it go Wermius feverishly wondered. The Beastmen had been a revelation and confirmation of the power of the living God he and his brother clergy had pledged themselves to. Yet there seemed no end to the diverse forms of creatures that now flocked to the banner he held dear. His very frame of reference to the real physical world seemed to be spiralling out of his grasp as he encountered each new example of the mutability of flesh. What future had mere men in the plans of the Colossus other than utter destruction and ruin?</i></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhpXny5sAyA/YJRGNzsdE5I/AAAAAAAAf9Q/ivnpoe7-xZARITpQ1bN9LZOL_or8d6KUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC05344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1754" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhpXny5sAyA/YJRGNzsdE5I/AAAAAAAAf9Q/ivnpoe7-xZARITpQ1bN9LZOL_or8d6KUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSC05344.JPG" width="320"></a></div><i style="font-family: inherit;"><p><i style="font-family: inherit;"><span></span></i></p></i><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2021/05/the-cult-of-new-colossus-feeling.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-74849922270916065852021-04-03T17:37:00.030-07:002021-11-22T13:27:57.092-08:00Cult of the New Colossus: Beauty of the Beast<p><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Brother Olaus Wermius Augustine surveyed the scene before him, eyes bright with both academic fervour and the reflected light of the pallid moon that waxed and leered horribly above the unearthly scene. However his nose still hadn’t come to terms with the wall of musk and noisome odour that assaulted it and his ears still rang with the cacophony of squawks, yelps and guttural snarls emanating from the braying crowd. Yet still he endeavoured to focus all his concentration on the task at hand. For he was Cataloguer and Compiler of all the wonders and miracles the New Colossus felt fit to bestow upon the world. It was his calling to codify and crystallise the teachings that could be learned from this munificence in to the one, all embracing orthodoxy that would inevitably bring the word to the world. The endless march that was their mission to bring truth to the unbeliever had been called to a halt for the night and his brother clergy, terminators and the rest of the Crusade were setting up pickets or bedding down for a few hours sleep. However, this brief respite was an excellent opportunity for Olaus to observe the behaviour and mien of these most outlandish followers of their God and he must not waste it. </span></i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z30AGqntGzg/YGeaqPWISRI/AAAAAAAAft4/3M-8XNYDwhgYmk6lU-sHERykmF3n0nDpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC05135.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1972" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z30AGqntGzg/YGeaqPWISRI/AAAAAAAAft4/3M-8XNYDwhgYmk6lU-sHERykmF3n0nDpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSC05135.JPG" width="320"></span></a></div><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><p><i>Yet the young cleric couldn’t help but marvel at how far he had come after escaping the shadow of his former teacher. That old fool’s inhibitions and petty worries had threatened to bury Olaus in all the stultifying blanket of dogma and petty moral precepts that the Royal College of Magic cowered behind. How could that old vulture not see that the interminable hours spent in studying the complex symbolism and endless rituals needed for even the most minor spell were such a waste. The memory of the acres of dusty parchment and ancient forbidden magical texts that were fearfully hidden away because of the knowledge they contained still filled him with a burning anger. No - magic was a living, dynamic thing and true power and knowledge could be had only if one were to commune with those who would share it. If one had the courage and force of will to reach out into the black gulfs of essence and entity, to push the confines of mind and spirit beyond all spheres of force, matter, space and time then one would find themselves in the company of those other Gods! How fitting it was that that pathetic shadow of a man had died as he lived... afraid. His death had been at the hands of one of the foetid and rushing, airy presences that the old Wizard had so greatly feared. To the old man's surprise, Olaus had been its summoner.</i></p><p><span></span></p></span></i><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2021/04/cult-of-new-colossus-beauty-of-beast.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-46688244026297843872021-03-05T15:37:00.016-08:002021-11-22T13:20:45.274-08:00Cult of the New Colossus: Defenders of the Faith<p><i>Loud blared the horns of war and the air was rent with the staccato rhythm of blades clashing. Giudas stood on the small raise above the battlefield and looked on, eyes ablaze and the blood roaring in his ears like thunder. This was it - his moment of vindication, his one shot at glory with the town lying at his feet, ripe for the taking.</i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf1ratQIm4o/YEJ6joUzPmI/AAAAAAAAfgc/ciX4slFS5awlJvj3smjKIuYylRYJti4WgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSC05006.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1094" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf1ratQIm4o/YEJ6joUzPmI/AAAAAAAAfgc/ciX4slFS5awlJvj3smjKIuYylRYJti4WgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSC05006.JPG" width="320"></a></div><p></p><p><i><span></span></i></p><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2021/03/cult-of-new-colossus-defenders-of-faith.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-46931081715419394182021-02-03T18:23:00.003-08:002021-07-09T14:37:22.367-07:00Cult of the New Colossus: Literary Philistines<p><i> </i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn5KhbhNSUQ/YBtDdUcsnKI/AAAAAAAAfYo/DhjeKltmbsoahecl939R9VwEJYzg3hQYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2770/DSC04939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1135" data-original-width="2770" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn5KhbhNSUQ/YBtDdUcsnKI/AAAAAAAAfYo/DhjeKltmbsoahecl939R9VwEJYzg3hQYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSC04939.JPG" width="320"></a></div><p></p><p><i>Kurtz drew his foot languidly through the ash that blanketed the ground. Absent-mindedly he toyed with an old finger bone that lay in the dust with the worn toe of his boot. The scene before him was a familiar one - men, women, others - sat huddled together in small groups or alone, cloaks wrapped tight against the keening wind as the brackish waters of the river rolled sluggishly by. Yesterday they had marched and fought and waited and they would do it all again today.<span></span></i></p><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2021/02/literary-philistines.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-20825321990489316662021-01-31T10:31:00.000-08:002021-01-31T10:31:21.882-08:00A New Challenge - The Cult of the New Colossus<p> Well hello strangers - been quite a while since I was here last and what a time it's been! I hope this post finds those of you who still check in on this blog as well as can be. I'm afraid the Dr Who <i>Battlefield </i>project kind of fell by the wayside thanks to a combination of homeschooling, redecorating and work worries in the form of a restructure. Thankfully that all worked out in the end and I once more find myself furloughed and with time on my hands. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DsviHoo065w/YBbvSscg8JI/AAAAAAAAfV4/XlPZOdH-Qp0tF4VTvCpQF9BjYFh1NntyACLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/DSC04907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="857" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DsviHoo065w/YBbvSscg8JI/AAAAAAAAfV4/XlPZOdH-Qp0tF4VTvCpQF9BjYFh1NntyACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSC04907.JPG"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On to pastures new...</td></tr></tbody></table><p>I do have an update on the Dr Who stuff - lots of model/conversions I had fun with back in Lockdown 1.0 but no painting yet. I'll share that with you as soon as I get round to taking some WIP photos. Instead of that I present a new project as I head back to old school Warhammer fantasy. Having admired the Old World Army Challenge from afar for some time now, I’m very glad to have been able to join the noble ranks of OWAC challengers this year! If you've not heard of the challenge before head on over to the blog and acquaint yourself with the fruits of past and present entries - we've already got our January entries in. Basically the idea is to paint up an army of at least 1000 points over six months and hopefully not fall prey to the vagaries of real life or painter's block and join the fallen on the Field of Bones! My entries will of course be posted up on the <a href="https://oldworldarmychallenge.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">OWAC blog</a> first but once the 24 hours grace period is over I am free to share my pictures as I see fit. If you haven't already then please do follow the OWAC blog and check out the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/The-Old-World-Army-Challenge-429981491241164" target="_blank">Facebook group</a> - the more traffic there the better!</p><span></span><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2021/01/a-new-challenge-cult-of-new-colossus.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-3410263299975184772020-07-19T15:56:00.001-07:002020-07-19T15:56:43.713-07:00Battlefield<div>So despite having various mini-projects to do and even some bigger ones that have been painted but not featured on here yet, it appears my brain wants to do something entirely different. This coupled with another furious bout of decorating and much of my hobby stuff buried under huge piles of other stuff, while we try to get the house sorted as much as possible with the current building work, means that embarking on an entirely new project seems like just the thing to do... </div><div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TovBKMsjZMQ/XxTIyHs6vFI/AAAAAAAAfGM/i2rlLWKuqNA8eX3AjEYYiWbmyS5Ti-M5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s570/battlefield%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="570" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TovBKMsjZMQ/XxTIyHs6vFI/AAAAAAAAfGM/i2rlLWKuqNA8eX3AjEYYiWbmyS5Ti-M5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/battlefield%2B1.jpg" width="320"></a></div><div><br></div><span></span><span></span><span></span><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2016/09/battlefield.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-22141809284271431812020-06-23T23:52:00.000-07:002020-06-23T23:52:18.160-07:00Dawn of Lead 2019: Here Be Monsters!Found this post lurking amongst the various drafts that have been slowly amalgamating on my blog for a while now and thought it was high time I shared it with you!<br><br>
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Those initial musings (<a href="https://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2015/05/boyl-2015-oldhammer-ahoy.html" target="_blank">and these later ones</a>), in response to a game based on the Warhammer Ahoy rules and planned for BOYL 2015, would eventually turn in to fevered action in June 2015. In those few months there were a <a href="https://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2015/06/this-seasons-latest-must-have.html" target="_blank">plethora </a>of (<a href=" https://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2015/07/broad-in-beam.html" target="_blank">well three!</a>) <a href="https://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-face-to-launch-single-ship.html" target="_blank">posts </a>charting the frenzied shipbuilding and shop mannequin abuse that ensued. And then nothing. Like a ship in the night, this Time Bandits inspired monstrosity just disappeared... <div><br><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sua56yusZBM/XtjB4PatRnI/AAAAAAAAeDI/rhhJAf9oOUA2PiVfT9B2dPl52auooVI6ACK4BGAsYHg/s1175/DSCF1523-001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="1175" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sua56yusZBM/XtjB4PatRnI/AAAAAAAAeDI/rhhJAf9oOUA2PiVfT9B2dPl52auooVI6ACK4BGAsYHg/s320/DSCF1523-001.JPG" width="320"></a></div><div><br></div><span></span></div></div><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2020/06/retrospective-gilliams-folly.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-35885266506498026172020-06-06T07:09:00.001-07:002020-06-06T07:09:37.581-07:00Welcome Watchers of Illusion to the Castle of Confusion!Some of you may have seen the series of "School of Daddy" posts I've been posting on Facebook, charting the home school learning journey me and the kids are embarked upon during lockdown. Well there's a bit of an old school gaming cross over with yesterday's lesson that I thought you might appreciate!<div><br /></div><div>I've also been posting up each lesson to <a href=" https://schoolofdaddy.blogspot.com/2020/06/5620-oooh-naaasty.html" target="_blank">this blog</a> for a more permanent record.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9scU4k4fFNE/XtuhTXII3CI/AAAAAAAAeFo/dPgttLbPJvUY6UF7bkt71DbAMKOH9PlsACK4BGAsYHg/s5120/0605201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5120" data-original-width="3414" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9scU4k4fFNE/XtuhTXII3CI/AAAAAAAAeFo/dPgttLbPJvUY6UF7bkt71DbAMKOH9PlsACK4BGAsYHg/s320/0605201.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>For those of you not hailing from the UK, <i>Knightmare </i>was an awesome kids show that ran from 1987 to 1994. Essential viewing for all armchair adventurers once they'd rushed home from school!Check it out on a well known video hosting site near you!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-60594522144152927642020-06-03T02:17:00.000-07:002020-06-03T02:17:05.577-07:00Aren't You A Little Pointy Headed For A Stormtrooper?<br><div>Wow! You thought my Tyranids were a blast from the past all the way back from 2017... That's nothing - get ready to party like it's 2016 'cos that's when this lot were painted!</div><div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DzKSPbFxMvI/XtLy9ZlqkyI/AAAAAAAAd9M/r7mwZd_qgXgYUIGTUC6fZOoczTz5EhUXgCK4BGAsYHg/DSC04570.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3269" data-original-width="4711" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DzKSPbFxMvI/XtLy9ZlqkyI/AAAAAAAAd9M/r7mwZd_qgXgYUIGTUC6fZOoczTz5EhUXgCK4BGAsYHg/s320/DSC04570.JPG" width="320"></a></div><span></span><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2020/06/arent-you-little-pointy-headed-for.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341832496341749426.post-8261611226683686682020-05-30T16:15:00.002-07:002020-05-30T16:18:22.161-07:00Army Review: Tyranids - with cunning colubrine and malice viperine and sleights serpentine<div><br></div><div>Well time for another army review and, as it's been absolutely sweltering up here in Cumbria (well over 12 degrees!), I was inspired to turn our living room table in to an inhospitable Death World and give a warm Catachan welcome to the Tyranids!</div><div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TADGwcnKhnM/XtKSqkiVvLI/AAAAAAAAdvk/VUPHeMZf0JEHmv3O58NYhEg0dmnwJywuACK4BGAsYHg/test2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2968" data-original-width="5150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TADGwcnKhnM/XtKSqkiVvLI/AAAAAAAAdvk/VUPHeMZf0JEHmv3O58NYhEg0dmnwJywuACK4BGAsYHg/s320/test2.jpg" width="320"></a></div><span></span><a href="http://teasgettingcold.blogspot.com/2020/05/tyranids.html#more">Read more »</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10