Crusader Light Armour

Finally got these 3d printed vehicles finished off.

First is a Krassyl Mod(4) Armoured Contraption, or armoured car to us humans.
 

It is a three quar, reasonably fast, armoured recce vehicle with a turret mounted light cannon in the front.

I haven't read the vehicle rules yet, so not sure how well armoured it is. I assume it's faster than, but not as well armured as the Alithean.

I also got a pair of these cute little Squad Tractors, the Orythil.

I painted one for my jungle themed Toulmorese, even though they officially don't get one in their list. But light armour in a jungle makes better sense.

It has a larger gun than the Krassyl, with a bigger blast template, but less anti-tank ability. Finishing these was delayed as I decided after painting, to add stowage.

Metal packs and rolls of camouflage netting from cheese cloth. The bin on the left side of the Crusader vehicle is from a Sherman Firefly turret.

With my other Toulmore tractor, the Twaenhyr

Quar Characters

Getting caught up on some random pieces from the MyMiniFactory Tribe. First up, we've got a farm cart pulled by a large, happy beetle. Well, he looks happy to me. I imagine him humming a little tune as he trundles along.

The cart prints empty. I made the load with some old scraps of balsa wood covered with a square of shop cloth plus a couple of 3d printed urns. I need to do this to my Medieval baggage carts. Empty wagons just look so... empty.

My Coftyran bombers also finally got some rhyfles slung over their shoulders. I'm hoping to get some bogens for my Crusader bombers in the next print shipment from Don.

This is the Home Dyna for the Tolly-Maeryn faction. She's somebody's mom who has followed her kit to the front to make sure he's eating properly and changing his socks. While she's there she's become the Company Mom, fulfilling the role of cook/medic except that she isn't armed like a regular cook is (unless you count the wooden spoon), so there's special rules if she gets caught in a blast template to show the morale effect on both sides if she is hurt.
 

She can fulfill the cook/medic role for my partisans or just  be a character in a village, selling her cakes.

Finally, we have a Tribe Membership gift, a figure of Alykinder, father of the Crusade. Don mirrored the print, so on one I cut off the hand leaning on the cane and replaced it with a Doru SMG to make him a partisan leader or gangster. Dark deeds require dark clothes. But the other one I painted in brighter colours.

B'rryt's Privateers

The last chords of The Ballad of the Young Prince died away and St'n R'gyrs waited for the applause to settle down. It was a good crowd tonight at Maeb's Beetle Buffet. Farmers mixing amiably with the Crusader soldiers garrisoned in the area. He'd noticed that the Crusader rhyflers were singing along to the old Royalist ballad just as heartily as the locals. The bar was doing a brisk trade. Young dynas were taking eager rhyflers upstairs to spend their pay on something other than beer and fried grubs, He took a pull of his beer before stepping back to the front of the stage and without strumming a chord he grabbed the microphone and bellowed the opening lines:

Oh the year was 1378

Then his band joined in with the counterpoint 

I wish I was in Spirebok now

Used some soft cap heads from the Coftyran and Crusader sprues to give some variety

And he responded

A letter of marque came from the king
to the scummiest vessel I ever did see

Then the crowd exploded! Joyously singing and shouting and waving their glasses to belt out the chorus

Damn them all! I was told

We'd sail the seas for Maebwysh gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no teeearrrs!

Now I'm a broken quar on a Huvifak pier

The laaaast of B'rryt's Privateers

Squad leader. You can tell he's in charge because he's pointing

With the crowd whooping and joining in every chorus he sang the sad and sorry tale of the Snegl, a slack rigged, wallowing privateer fitted out by the Ergydwir sea caerten, Elcid B'rryt, who recruited a crew of fisherbucks and lobster hunters, hoping to make easy money preying on Maebwysh shipping during the centuries long feud between the two cities.

Then at length we stood two cable away

I wish I was in Spirebok now

Our cracked four pounders made an awful din

but with one fat ball the Maebwysh stove us in.

Damn them all! I was told

We'd sail the seas for Maebwysh gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no teeearrrs!

Now I'm a broken quar on a Huvifak pier

The laaaast of B'rryt's Privateers

He's the Captain, because he's wearing a sword and pointing.

The Snegl shook and pitched on her side

How I wish I was in Spirebok now

B'rryt was smashed like a bowl of eggs

And the main truck carried off both me legs.

Damn them all! I was told

We'd sail the seas for Maebwysh gold

We'd fire no guns, shed no teeearrrs!

Now I'm a broken quar on a Huvifak pier

The laaaast of B'rryt's Privateers

You can hear Canadian folk singing legend, Stan Rogers sing the song here.

You can get the back ground for Ergydwr and Maebwysh here. It's especially silly.

Here they are, Quar army number 8 I believe. And I suppose they could be an addition to number 3, the Partisans. But I immediately took a shine to the roll necked woolly jumpers on the Ergydwr troops that made me think of tough fisher folk used to making a living on the harsh open oceans. I've painted mine much more irregularly than the examples on the store and in the video. I'm viewing mine as more like a maritime militia or partisans even, so I eschewed the helmets and went with all caps.

Alwyd is a big continent surrounded by large expanses of ocean. Ergydwr is on one of the northern islands, nominally part of Easky. I'm guessing the weather is harsh, the waves are large, and no quar wants to be out on the Great Deeps when the storms of Cythwyn come. There are many songs in St'n R'gyrs repertoire about shipwrecks for good reason.

Their trench raiders have big nasty bill hooks, so I decided to add some metal falxes I had in the Bitz Box to a few. These are obviously tools used to cut open the dangerous but tasty and lucrative giant lobsters or other sea creatures that they hunt when not fighting the Maebwysh.

They're rather lightly armed. Just magazine fed rifles and some light machine guns. Plus the brutal choppers for hand to hand. These figures were quite nice to assemble. The LMG gunners had their arms and weapons already attached. The rhyfle arms were printed as one piece, left and right arms alread attached to the rhyfle, so you just had to glue them at the shoulders and add the head. Their packs are already on the body. Which is a bit awkward. I might have made one a Squirrel Handler. I suppose if I'd been thinking I could have cut a pack off and added a squirrel pack.

A bottle in a hand would have been especially thematic, but I'm out of bottle hands. Oh well.

This Old Black House

At Hotlead I bought a box of lovely poured resin Hudson & Allen early and high medieval buildings from an estate sale. 

As purchased there's a couple of smaller buildings not pictured 

The three stone "dark ages/highland" buildings were what I really wanted because I've always fancied doing some Picts to fight my 3rd century Romans, especially now that there are a couple of plastic options to build a Pictish warband with. The Medieval buildings were a nice extra and worth paying a few more dollarbucks for the lot.

As you can see my friend had painted them rather unimaginatively without much in the way of shading or depth or highlights. As you can see above, the roofs on two of the Pictish houses were a solid dark green, the same green he painted the grassy bits on the integral bases with. And the third with the sand roof is just well.... ummm. Let's just leave it at that.

So everything got a nice coat of burnt umber ink and then I started drybrushing. Couple of shades of grey on the stone. Couple of shades of green on the sod roofs and the grassy bits of the bases.

After fretting over how to paint the sod roofs I said "Sod it!" and decided to just use the same flock that I would put on the ground.

 This took a couple of nights to accomplish. And then after shaking off the excess I went over the bare patches, which were sculpted to look like old roof in need of refurbishment, with watered down burnt umber.

With out any Picts yet, some of my Romans are checking the village out.

And the Quar like them too. I think these will be nice for any Quar living in the rugged mountainous regions of Alwyd.