Monday, 2 November 2015

Duelling Paintbrushes 5: Pretty Pictures of Forgedottir's Khazalid Khontingent

Centuries ago when Clan Ironfoundersenn first found a ready market for their fine Dwarven ale amongst the peoples of the Empire, some of them took to living above ground in the open air. Although considered mad by their right-thinking, underground-dwelling bretheren, this was seen as an important sacrifice that had to be made. After all, someone had to tend the hops and barley, and trusting humans was out of the question. These aboveground dwelling dwarves were lead by the redoubtable Thorek Ironfoundersenn, a brewmeister of great renown and skill. It was his daughter, Sigrid Forgedottir (the male line take the name 'Ironfoundersenn', after Grun Ironfounder, who founded the clan, the females of the family take the name 'Forgedottir' after his wife, Sigur the Forge-Maiden) who first encountered a breed of very red-faced humans who wore smocks and had straws in their hair. These strange men, who were incapable of pronouncing the letters 'c' or 's' introduced her to such strange wonders as 'Zider' and 'Zcrumble'. Naturally awed by the incredible alcoholic powers of these outlandish brews, Sigrid brought them to the attention of her venerable sire. Dwarves are naturally suspicious of trees and anything which comes from them, so there was some resistance, but eventually it was agreed that Sigrid could start her own cider press and distribute Forgedottir Cider alongside Ironfoundersenn's Unbeatable Ale. Taking up the colour green as a tribute to the orchards where the apples grew, Sigrid founded her own settlement, centered around the great presses and fermentation vats, and began production. While Cider is not popular with Dwarves, there are those among the younger set, who like to shave their beards, and listen to bards no one has heard of, who like it.
Like all members of Clan Ironfoundersenn, the cider markers of Forgedottir's Khazalid Khontingent are ever ready to take up arms in defence of their beloved lands, or to march forth to escort shipments of their highly prized products to the far flung corners of the empire.*

Behold the full might of Forgedottir's Khazalid Khontingent!

Beserker Brockriders of the moubnted arm of the Khazalid Temperence Society, who, dwelling above ground and having sworn off alcohol, have found that they move too slowly to fully vent their rage upon terrible great beasts. Hence their decision to ride terrible great beasts.

Although there are two troops pictured here, they will most often be used as a regiment.

Stout and stalwart ancients who grumble about cider being better in their day, and really don't get what the kids are talking about.

Sigrid Forgedottir leads her personal Ironclad horde, complete with cider wagon and dogpedo.

Behold the arrogance of the Dogpedo! This is the face of a dog who knows he will soon bound o'er the field and gore some vile villain, and is confidently sure that his steam-enhanced hind quarters and he are up to the task. Note also converted ancient alpenhornist.

Forgedottir's Hammer, potent and mighty work of dwaren engineering.

The BSB maintains a connection with Ironfoundersenn's brewery by displaying the ancestral crest and motto, and inclding the characteristic red colouring of the main clan.

Ah, apple brandy, most potently flamable of all Dwarven liquids...

And finally, the sharpshooters in all their converted glory.

And that's it for DP5: I completed my targets (and started in on another ten Riflemen, but had to go to PAX so was unable to complete them in time) and my Dwarven army is now a suitable size for use in KoW. Although it does need some more things - most units are only at Regiment size, not horde, and I want more elementals and a Steel Behemoth.

*Which are still there. No matter what Age of Sigmar says, the Old World is, and always will be, still there.