JohnR's Intro Post - Aksys of Evil and the Axis of Evil

Mornin' all

This is my second crack at the OWAC. Last year was a modern historical minis Estalian force, which was fun, but for this year I've gone all old metal.

The army is an unholy alliance of 3 evil races: goblins, skaven and dark elves lead by an utterly evil and clearly insane human sorcerer. All chosen from 3rd edition WFB and Warhammer Armies.

Inspiration was obviously George W Bush's "Axis of Evil" speech and all those Fighting Fantasy books I wasted my childhood reading when I should have been getting a 'proper' education.

Here is our primary antagonist: Aksys the evil warlock and his pet jabberwock Mittens. Both by Ral Partha. 

Da Gobbo Contingent. 48 gobbos (inc 3 fanatics), 12 wolfboys, a Lead Belcher and a Drew Day Williams cloud giant. 

The Skaven. No doubt outcasts from skaven society, just waiting for an opportune moment to betray everyone in the most underhanded and duplicitous way possible: 40 clanrats (10 are still in the paint stripper) 7 gutter runners, 8 giant rats, 2 rat ogres, 3 jezzails, 2 warpfire throwers, 2 poisoned wind globadiers, an assassin and a sorcerer.

Last, but not least, The Dark Elves. No doubt wondering how the F they got into this situation and just hoping to survive, nick a few slaves and escape back to Naggaroth in one piece: 20 witch elves, 12 crossbows and 5 heavy cavalry.

So yeah, I know, this is a lot of figs to paint in 6 months. 

And I know what you're thinking.

"What if he runs out of stuff to paint?!"

Don't worry.

Just like the rest of you I have more stuff to paint 😊 Extra bits for each of the three main contingents and a small chaos contingent which didn't make it into these photos.

Finally: "For the Overlord!"

Chaos Champion of Slaanesh, Ex-evangelist of the Church of Holy Sigmar, Founder of the first Mega Church of Chaos and all round total scumbag: Pennith Gropeland.

Driven out of the Church of Sigmar for tax evasion, orgies in the vestry and questionable relations with the choir boys, Gropeland narrowly avoided the Witchfinder's torch and fled into the waiting arms of Slaanesh. In the chaos wastes he found his true calling: preaching to a flock of willing fanatics and building evermore grotesque and extravagant edifices to his own debauched excess.

Good luck everyone. See you on the other side!