Warhammer, Froudian Goblins invade!

Here is a full lot of Goblins I’ve been building during a big Froudian ‘fase I’ve been going through.

I went for a more laid back, potentially classic rank filler but with a sense character and focus beyond just the usual fighty poses. A perfect sentry even.

Based on a recent comment about tunnel fighting goblins, I decided to make a tunnel scrappa. A few touches of putty to round the helm back and add more belts to go; but broad strokes complete.

Really enjoying producing these models; tempered by the possibility Gitmob have been resigned to the fate of Bretonnia and Khemri (my other two collections) Crazy fortunes. You cannot find Gitmob on the GW Webstore anymore.

Kritt Grot-Masha, an oddball among a mob of particularly malcontent gits.

It is said the lone Gloomspiter walked into the camp starkers one moonlit night, babbling revenge and of usurpers most foul, which in of itself is common rhetoric among goblin folk, but it was the baleful eye – the “Eye of the Moon” many recall with a hint of legend; a sight which caused all in the camp pause.

Since then he took up with the ‘Ard Gits’ and smashed a bloody, pulpy path through any goblins the warband finds cause too; a particular level of ferocity is reserved for those of the nearby Moonclans. His collar has long since been rung right round with champion’s crescents, ears and teeth. Nearly half killed more than once, in his oft said goal of “..Revenge”, he sports many scars and misses an ear.

One day he might mash that final deceitful grot so vexing him since that night, to find his peace and allow everyone else respite from his constant grumbling of traitors and assassins. Releasing a warband long consigned to the angry white noise that surrounds him daily.

This is Grubb, so named for his prodigious drinking habits and bottomless belly. Once told he may as well have the whole pot when he dominated a frog stew moons ago, he took it literally and now wears it into battle to keep it close.

It has saved him more than once, and this true Pot helm has become a rallying point in the midst of battle; bobbling about whimsically despite the chaos.

Thankfully Grubb can actually wield a halberd worth a damn, claiming a humie officers’ breastplate in prize not so long ago, which unsurprisingly fits well due to Grubb’s sizeable belly.

Modelling wise: shall add green stuff bindings and belt plus a couple pouches.