No worries. I'll sort out the Marine shoulder pads. I have plenty; but they're mostly from the older figures and I'll try and sort the largest pads out from the rest.
There're a few Space Wolf pads I picked up. They're plain with perhaps a talon or tooth hanging from the edge.
I've found what I think is the Chaos Terminator Sorcerers staff and I'll stick them all in a box. Chris
That'd be my Boomer tech skills that would be. 👌
Craig. I've got a few bits on the Terminator Lord sprue.
There's two shoulder pads, two lightning claws, a power fist and a combi-melta.
There's a few more bits you may find useful ( chain butt-flap).
I'll check the marine shoulder pads later shoulder. Chris
Craig. I'll have a look. I may have a couple from the Terminator Lord. The rest will be the previous release of Chaos Marines.
But if it means the Blue Beardies get a slapping then I'll be happy to have a look tomorrow in my newly organised bits boxes.
Greetings and salutations.
I'm still finding my way with the site; but I thought I'd post the latest addition to the Dragon Rampant army that's slowly taking shape in Shedbase Alpha.
It's a Reaper Bones Giant with added Empire shields to fit in with the theme.
The Tattler stands by the integrity of it's journalists and the honest account given by the heroic Mr Johnson.
It furthermore distances itself from his sister; the seditious and possibly treasonous Harpy Rachel Johnson and her paper Change Yookay.
We repeat that we will never name the Frenchie general involved as he is a gentleman of some station and his weekend wear is his own business ( NB Group discount available for coach parties wishing to view the dress) .
The behaviour of his lady is likewise understandable as to quote Mr Johnson,
' Well? Look at me! She ain't made of wood is she?' ( Slaps thigh and winks lewdly)
Sunday's issue* will feature several of the marvellous illustrations of the escape done by our friend Mr Freiderich Von Dibnaar. A talented artist and most excellent engineer.
*Proof of age required prior to purchase due to adult content. The whole series will be available on sale at our offices shortly in a most discreet plain brown cover.
God Save The King!
Hookers Town Tattler reports.
Damn his eyes but Obadiah has since redeemed his reputation by defending a small Lutheran chapel from the French force that only recently shelled a nearby Episcopalian church.
His usual reluctance to engage in any kind of preparation or scouting led him and a small force of Loyalist Rangers to engage an overwhelming force of rebels and French.
Despite suffering horrendous casualties; Mr Johnson and his green troops held up the French long enough to allow the main British force to Mollywhop the rebel force.
Struck in the head by a spent musket ball; Obadiah fell in a faint and was seized by treacherous German troops fighting for the rebels.
The shot merely bruised our hero; and yet the change to his character was as night is to day.
He returned to Loyalist lines a week later disguised as a common strumpet with rebel plans concealed about his person.
It appears he escaped after 'befriending' the female companion of a yet nameless French general.
When the time came for his ecape; it would suffice to say that the ladies' attire proved to small for the intrepid Obadiah. She graciously proffered him the general's weekend apparel before bidding him a fond farewell.
Local band The Deer Lick Wobblers have penned a bawdy ballad to immortalise the great hero.
The only piece of the chorus we can print is the refrain, " Three times in an afternoon sweet Jemma was demanding....Rise up again now Obadiah, for your little fellow's standing.....'
Oh, and there's probably a commission in it.....God save the King!
In light of recent atrocities; I would strongly advise the Zulu nation to ensure it's places of worship are well protected. No church, chapel or temple is safe from their depredations.
