Mr B: Oh, you think darkness is your ally. But you merely adopted the dark; I
was born in it, moulded by it. I didn't see the light until I was
already a man, by then it was nothing to me but BLINDING!
[grabbed from the shadows and repeated punches to the face]
Mr B: I will show you where I have made my home while preparing to bring justice. Then... I will break you.
Big Bad time, boys and girls!
Its the Big Bad!
Mr B himself,
thats right... Balrog!
BALROG!
Or as Legolas, that pointy-eared girly boy whispered it "Bhaal...rohh...guuhh..."
And some goblins from Darkhold miniatures, which I got from Splintered Light. They arent Oldhammer, but they are cutely sinister, and thats why they are here. Also, we have new terrain to represent Darkhold, a level of Moria in the Underdeeps. Its a chaotic hellish ruin of fire, metal, blood, and brick. Definitely not a place to go on holiday.
He is a C31 Citadel Balrog.
Mr B. means business
You do not want to mess with Mr B
Everyday is a bad day with him.
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
Darkhold gobbos might be silly looking, but remember they do eat man-flesh. So watch out, they bite!
Individually they arent much of a threat, but in numbers they can poke and stab things to death.
Im guessing that lil snotling in the center is a druid with a sickle. Im gonna have to find him a pet of some sort... a cave squig perhaps?
And here is the goblin witch Minnie Castevet and her entourage
Minnie and her staff bearer
Minnie Castevet: Snips and snails and puppy dog's tails.
The porter and the lantern bearer
Venkman: We've been going about this all wrong. This Mr. Stay Puft's okay! He's a sailor, he's in New York; we get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble!
Meanwhile, a certain Wraith materializes into Darkhold... it is Murkillor after his defeat in the Battle of Mazarbul.
Mr B: Wraith, you have failed me for the last time.
Wraith Murkillor: Milord, we shall double our efforts!
Mr B: I hope so, for your sake, the Dark Lord Sauron is not as forgiving as I am.
[Wraith gulps despite having no corporeal throat]
Wraith Murkillor: What of the reports of the rebel Dwarf Balin and his Chaos Dwarves massing near Sullust?
Mr B: It is of no concern. Soon the rebellion will be crushed and young Skywalker (err, Balin) will be one of us. One more thing, Wraith... build me an army of the undead and siege Easthold! I know how you feel about raising your old comrades back to unlife, but this time... do not fail me!
Mr B: Wraith, you have failed me for the last time.
Wraith Murkillor: Milord, we shall double our efforts!
Mr B: I hope so, for your sake, the Dark Lord Sauron is not as forgiving as I am.
[Wraith gulps despite having no corporeal throat]
Wraith Murkillor: What of the reports of the rebel Dwarf Balin and his Chaos Dwarves massing near Sullust?
Mr B: It is of no concern. Soon the rebellion will be crushed and young Skywalker (err, Balin) will be one of us. One more thing, Wraith... build me an army of the undead and siege Easthold! I know how you feel about raising your old comrades back to unlife, but this time... do not fail me!
Wraith Murkillor: [looks down at his boots] Yes... my master.
Mr B: Leave Balin to me....
Up next: The finale for July 4th weekend... Army of Darkness!
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