A quick blow to the head to make sure.
Orc from Dark Alliance. Knight from Valdemar.
Showing posts with label Valdemar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valdemar. Show all posts
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
The Bruce
This is King Robert the Bruce, during the Scottish Wars of Independence - specifically the Battle of Bannockburn of 1314.
Figures are from the 'Scotland Forever' set by Valdemar Miniatures.
Background image is not Scotland, as residents of Stirling and Falkirk will attest, but rather Sebastiao Salgado's image of Alaska.
Figures are from the 'Scotland Forever' set by Valdemar Miniatures.
Background image is not Scotland, as residents of Stirling and Falkirk will attest, but rather Sebastiao Salgado's image of Alaska.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Ice Wight
In the heart of the frozen mountain the cursed ice wight Lord waits, brooding on his vengeance for all eternity.
A foolish band of adventurers disturb his brooding. Who will prevail?
The ice wight and friends from Caesar's undead. The adventurers a Caesar elf, and two Valdemar figs.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
A Walk Across the Rooftops
A closer look at the great Fredericus Rex guard tower, with another unwanted visitor on the roof. This is a dangerous town!
Sunday, January 18, 2015
The Prince Prepares to Depart
The Prince prepares to depart with his trusty steed. Figures from Valdemar, except the horse which is from Caesar.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Taking out the Guard
A little fight, to distract the attention of the city guard, whilst an assassin prepares to silence him.
All figures from Valdemar: Knight at Night and Robbers.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Guarding the City Walls
This figure is Valdemar's Eastern European Scout. But here he is guarding the city walls. Seems like a cushy shift huh? What could go wrong?
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
The Dead Walk Forth
Deep in the heart of his fiery lair the Red King brooded. Calling upon the power of his court druid he watched as the awful ritual began.
From the underworld dead warriors arose, their rusted swords clasped in their pale dead hands.
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