Bill's Greenskins: The Wrap-Up (1248 pts)

My first Old World Army Challenge marks the single biggest and most successful miniatures-painting project I've ever undertaken. I painted my first miniatures almost 20 years ago, I've done some small projects in the interim, but this is my first ARMY. I'm phenomenally proud of myself for having accomplished so much in six months - during this period, I also wrote, playtested and edited a 10,000-word scenario for the Call of Cthulhu roleplaying game, which will be seeing print towards the end of this year. 

Sorry Iannick, but the humidity was at 87%. A tie was out of the question.

Let's review this Challenge's successes:

Harboth's Archers (May) and Hobgoblins (February)

Orc Boyz (February), Goblins & Trolls (March)

Yorzolg's Chariot (June), Battle Standard Bearer (April), Chuckwagon (May)

Orcs (January), Stone Thrower (April)

And, because I painted some Hobgoblins, Goblin Archers and Black Orcs prior to the start of the OWAC, I decided to put them down on the table as well and see how the Waaagh Kev'Adums looked in its entirety:

Hobgoblins and Black Goblins by Knightmare Games

Barnorsk Great Orcs by Harlequin/Black Tree Designs

Archers by Knightmare and Harlequin/Black Tree, Orcs by Warmonger

What's Coming for OWC V? (Presuming Iannick will have me back)

Yorzolg ducked as another volley of arrows arced over the crumbling stone ruins his army had taken shelter in three weeks earlier. The siege had been a hard one; they'd run out of food, snotlings, and were running low on goblins to eat. The walls were starting to give way under repeated assault by the war-machines of the Empire. 

Slumping against the wall, Yorzolg looked over at the huddled mass of Dem Boyz Ova Dere. Most of them had bandaged wounds and Arzenut was face down, getting an arrow pulled out of his left buttock. 

"Dis might be it, boyz," Yorzolg said glumly. "Dem humies might 'ave us blasted dis time."

In the distance, a horn sounded. Yorzolg's pointed ears pricked up. He knew an orcish trumpet when he heard one.

A gangly orc chanced a look up over the ramparts.

"Oi, Boss!" He crowed. "We'z not ded yet! They'z 'ere ta save our bacon!"

"Who?" Yorzolg crept up, looking over the wall.

Cresting a row of hills, a line of black, bristling war boars, as big as oxen and ten times as ornery. On their backs clung armored orc warriors, swords drawn and voices raised in fury. The boar boyz came charging down, slamming into the back ranks of the Imperial army. Yorzolg could see a boar continuing to trample men even as it choked a handgunner down its gullet, chomping and slobbering as it went. 

The orcs around Yorzolg began to cheer on their relief. The orc next to him pointed and shouted,

"DA PIG 'USSARS ARRIVED!"

These are some Boar Riders from Knightmare, and I've got some Citadel Boar Boyz just waiting for some new boars to ride. I've also got some goblin wolf riders, a unit of Big'uns that I'd initially planned to paint as part of this OWAC, and a bunch of 80s-era Orcs from Kev Adams and the Perry Twins. I was hoping to have some Savage Orc Archers from Black Tree, but the order was placed two months ago (by my mother, for my birthday) and no sign of it yet. Fingers crossed I'll see them. 

And yes, there's an urge to slap some Polish Winged Hussar wings on these boyz.