Here's the first post of 2016, and as promised, here are a couple shots of my recently finished Viking Warlord. I spent the last six weeks or so painting this army, and yesterday I had the opportunity to match up against a seasoned Viking player. I had my work cut out for me.
First, here's the Warlord:
I hand painted the shield (and all of my Vikings' shields). I went with the raven symbol of Odin, with a bit of battle damage for good measure.
I was pleased with how the cape turned out. I'm not sure how historically accurate a Superman-like cape is, though.
Now, on to the battle report:
Our Warlords and their men had a bone to pick with each other. Words could only resolve so much, however, so out came the spears, swords, and axes. This feud needed to be settled in blood.
A bird's-eye view of the battlefield right before things are about to get nasty!
The two sides staring each other down, spewing insults, banging their axes against their shields, and preparing to attack.
My brave bondi warriors, in a shield-wall formation, are ready to receive a volley of arrows from those levies before charging in.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the board, that lone bondi warrior there with the black and yellow shield was the only survivor in a melee against those enemy hirdmen. My warriors managed to take out two with them, but the hirdmen hacked seven of my bondi to pieces!
The 12-man unit of bondi were unscathed by the arrows; now they're ready to spill some blood.
Despite their best efforts, they couldn't take out those levies--they're tougher than they look!
More hack 'n slash on the other side of the battlefield.
My bondi then shifted their focus and tried their darndest to take out the enemy Warlord, but he was a resilient motherf*cker!
My impetuous warriors are now all pushing up daises.
Again, on the other side of the battlefield, my berserkers were lagging behind in this fight. Perhaps they consumed too much magic mushroom ale beforehand?
Hirdmen are still escorting my Warlord until the right opportunity to strike presents itself.
Finally, it's showdown time. Don't send in boys to do a man's job, as they say. My hirdmen vs. the enemy Warlord...
...but they lost one man and retreated back.
And then the other Viking player rolled well enough to get Ragnarok. All hell broke loose, and my army no longer stood a chance, thus ending the game.
My Warlord and most of his men are now feasting with the gods in Valhalla, but it was a blast and satisfying as hell to see my guys in action! Maybe I'll have better luck next time.
Until then.
