Drumin Dragonhelm pulled off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his eyes. They had been in the swamp for three days now, and of the confident band that had set, out only three were left. Or perhaps two.
Today I slayed a dragon. It’s an admittedly small dragon, and not one of the most sought-after. But it’s the first I’ve successfully painted in three sporadic decades of this hobby, and I’m proud of it.
After last week’s foray into mapmaking and creative writing, and several weeks’ worth of Knightmare Miniatures, this week I’m going back to the basics of this blog: an old pre-slotta Citadel dwarf thief.
I’ve been painting miniatures on-and-off (admittedly more off than on) since around 1991, and I have fond childhood memories of the AD&D 2nd Edition Monstrous Manual and Fighting Fantasy books. I collect, and play, retro video games – avoiding emulation wherever possible, and with a particular love of old RPGs. But surprisingly, until a couple of years ago I’d never actually played D&D, and until last weekend I’d never played any edition of Warhammer.
A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.
Gandalf, The Fellowship of the Ring
Unlike Gandalf, my artwork often arrives late. These nine tiny men have been in my painting queue for over ten years, but they have roots that go back much further. When I got the 1991 Citadel Miniatures Red Catalogue, one of the first minis I ordered was Gandalf from their Fellowship of the Ring set. My dad helped me to paint it. But since it – sadly – didn’t survive to the present day, that’s not the subject of this post.