Welcome to the Flaming Faggot

Callovia is called "the boundless empire" yet you have managed to find its northern border - a notorious roadhouse deep within the Madrasan Marches on the edge of the wilds of Llanvirnesse. The sign above the door reads "Flaming Faggot," which would suggest a cozy, homey inn with fresh biscuits served at teatime if not for the severed troll heads mounted on pikes at the gate.

As you cross the threshold the raucous din quiets momentarily as all eyes dart to the door and calloused hands drop instinctively to well-worn sword hilts. The threat, instantly assessed, is dismissed and roadhouse patrons go about their business hardly missing a beat.

Grim, hard-eyed men huddle around tables in close conversation thick with conspiracy; caravan guards gamble away their earnings; Caemric rangers sit close to the fireplace cooking the damp of the Black Annis from their clothes as they warm their innards with Red Dragon Ale; minstrels play and buxom wenches dance for the pleasure of men who pay them little attention - until they need a companion to warm their bed.

As you approach the bar, a huge, bald barman with a greatsword slung across his back slides a mug of freshly-pulled ale towards you, its frothy head dripping over the rim.

"Pull up a seat, lad," he says, "and let me tell you a tale of high adventure."

Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Die is Cast

Thus spake Caesar as he stood with his army at the bank of the Rubicon, the point of no return in his bid for Rome.

I've just returned from dropping off my entries in Games Workshop Winnipeg's annual Golden Gaunt painting competition.  After months of painting and repainting; blending here, layering there, shading, highlighting and endless fussing, I've finally put the brushes down and said 'enough.'  The entries technically didn't have to be in until tomorrow evening, and I was tempted to use every last hour available to add 'just a few more finishing touches,' but sometimes you just have to know when to quit and let the chips fall where they may.

The awards will be presented on Saturday afternoon and I'm looking forward to seeing the work of some of Manitoba's best painters, and how my own efforts compare.  I must say that I'm relieved to finally be done with my competition entries.  I've been spending almost all my painting time over the last couple of months working on them and I'm really looking forward to just painting for pleasure, without the pressure of competition hanging over me.

I've submitted four models in the following categories:

Warhammer Fantasy Single
Crom the Conqueror (non-metallic metal technique)



Warhammer 40K Single
Ork Kaptin Badrukk


Lord of the Rings
 
Cave Troll

Open Category
 
Doombull
  
Now its just down to waiting, but as Tom Cochrane said, "the waiting is the hardest part."



2 comments:

P. S. Mangus said...

Wow, these look great! You have a real knack for this. Good luck in the contest.

Sean Robson said...

Thanks, Shane! I just got back into painting seriously about 4 years ago and this is my first big competition, so I have no idea how I'll do. I am looking really forward to seeing the other entries. There's nothing I love better than looking at other people's masterpieces. I'll let you know how things turn out.