Master-Yawdryl Paerwyn kept his eyes fixed forward, even though the new Is-Caerten's hat plumes bobbed directly in front of, and level with them. He wondered to himself, not for the first time, which Ancestor he had annoyed to get lumbered with this self-important runt of a quar. Said runt was the scion of a First Family and fresh out of Officer's School by the sounds of it.
He saluted the air above the Is-Caerten's hat with crisp precision. A flutter in his peripheral vision told him that the salute had been returned. He dropped his arm.
"Master-Yawdryl Paerwyn reporting, Sir!"
"Stand easy Master-Yawdryl." Is-Caerten Gwyffyth ap Foldgyhth'wlech looked up at the large, burly Senior NCO. He'd need this remarkable example of soldiery on his side if he was to be successful in his new command, the 8th Company, 22nd Fusilier Regiment. The Master-Yawdryl relaxed and looked down at him, eyes tinged with curiosity.
"I'll need someone to look after my kit, but until then I cadged a pot of tea from the Company Cook." Gwyffyth gestured to a chair. "I'll be Mother and pour. Sugar?"
Master-Yawdryl Paerwyn sat down stunned.
"So we'll need to go over the company training and duty schedule, don't you think?"
Master-Yawdryl Paerwyn blinked in surprise. He was used to officers leaving him to do all the work while they ran up Mess bills.
"I'm sure you've got it all in hand, but I really should have an idea what the bucks are up to, don't you think?"
Paerwyn took the offered cup wordlessly.
"I think I should inspect the company tomorrow. Just to see where we stand. Let the rhyflers have a look at the new Boss, so to speak."
Paerwyn found his voice. "Route march tomorrow, sir. 6 o'clock start." He prayed to whichever Ancestors still liked him that the new Is-Caerten liked to sleep in.
"Oh excellent! Full marching or battle order?"
"Marching, sir." Hoping this extra burden would help the junior officer remember a regimental staff meeting he had to attend.
"Outstanding! I'll be at the barracks at quarter to six then ready to go! We can discuss ideas for improving training as we bimble along, listening to the rhyflers singing their marching songs."
Paerwyn sputtered inarticulately.
"Are you all right, Master-Yawdryl?" Is-Caerten Gwyffyth looked at him solicitously. He held out a plate. "Biscuit?"
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Here is batch number 2 of the Tollyn-Maeryn. I think the official intention is to use Crusader officers for the Tollyn-Maeryn. But when have I ever stuck to the official "lore?"
The officer is a spare Coftyran Baenyr who had broken at the ankles. I cut off his head, drilled out the neck and attached a Tollyn-Maeryn head with the hat. The ball shaped carving bit on my Dremel Tool has proven to be perfect for making new neck sockets to facilitate head swaps.
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| I used my Dremel Tool to shave the hood, which is prominent on Coftyran officers, off the back of the figure. |
The Master-Yawdryl is identifiable by his sword. Again, I added a small pack to the shoulder belt.
The cook was a flash of inspiration. Fortunately, Don prints multiples, just in case, and these are great for inspiration. I thought that the Penny-farthing bicycle helped this army look that little bit more archaic and increase the Great War aesthetic. I did a head swap on the Crusader cook and disguised the very prominent Crusader back rig for packs with four spare plastic ration tubes. I gave him a blue neckerchief as a nod to the Bavarian Corps in WW1 who faced the Canadian Corps in some key battles.
Finally, another Yawdryl and five more rhyflers.
This gets the force up to an Officer, Master-Yawdryl, Company Cook, Messenger Squirrel Handler, two Yawdryls and 12 Rhyflers.
The Basing is a mix of model railway ballast and fine sand blasting medium.
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