Mercian Knights on the Conquest Trail

Well in no time at all I finished Milestone 4 and pushed forward onto 5 . 12 more crossbowmen done and and the Mage

Firstly here are the Crossbowmen, done a bit darker than the 1st unit, mainly as I put a Angrax Earshshade over the top which I don’t think I did with the 1st unit.

Now the Mage

Having Recovered (somewhat) The battered Sir Pentyn, took his leave of the practice field and having removed his battered armour and changed into what he called his  uncombat fatigues (most called it court finery but having spent most of his life weaving through the art of court diplomacy and etiquette , he thought his name was more fitting). He walked from his tent( Tent he thought when he 1st saw it, it was more like a cloth palace, festooned with furs, drapes tapestries and benches , it was more comfortable than his room back on the estate, no wonder his dad liked roughing it, he had wanted a simpler tent but Sir Gero’s had insisted he used it for propriety, Mentally he had nicknamed it Versaille, though he could never think why!) to the battered gate house that was all that was left of the walls of this abandoned settlement they were using for the meet. Been abandoned a few years since the New Spire had appeared just across the border, , no one that had lived here felt comfortable with Gerry being so close and all had packed their bags and left. They were using the tower as a field headquarters  ( he felt silly using his tent) and the Mage had acquired the room at the top for what she called ‘experiments’. They had added a wooden watch post to the stone work, and a very nervous looking sentry stood perched on the top , with one eye one the surrounding area and  one to the one corner of the watchtower floor over the room where the Mage was working.

As he approached the old stairway to the upper level, he spotted Sir Otello his fathers old drill instructor, and currently the drill instructor for the whole muster. His dark balding head still showed no indication of ageing since his fathers day, It was rumoured his family still had the lost secret of long life believed to have been the norm in the Old Dominion.

‘You coming to see Lady Pamella as well Oty?’

‘Yes my lord’ he replied, ‘I want to ask her about the cats that keep appearing and disappearing all over the place, ‘

he paused and  smiled   ‘Though its keeping the Guards on their toes,  the bloody things keep appearing in the most unfortunate places and there have been a few ‘ accidents in the latrines’ shall we say…,’

‘Ah!!!!!’ Sir Pentyn grimaced the mental picture appearing unwarrented in his head

‘She’s err experimenting again with a new spell again I take it’ he added.

‘Yes Sir , I’m all for a bit of magical help but would rather it wasn’t helping the enemy’.

Sir Pentyn nodded and both ascended the stairs of the old gatehouse up to the battlements and door to the small room which currenty had an odd shade of purple to the stonework, passing an embarressed and worried guard with sparkily armour.

‘Seems some of the magic is overflowing doesnt it’ he remarked to the guard carefully not mentioning the fact that he now had cat ears and long whiskers.

He reached the door and politely knocked on the door, the , the state of the guard being particularly on his mind. The door creaked open in a manner very familiar to those who like old horror Movies. The Opening revealed a scene to  which the term Sit Pentyn thought may have been the origin of the word Catastrophe,  as everywhere you looked in the room their were cats, cats of all colours , none of them being colours he would normally think of as cat colours,  red , green, purple, silver , blue , and various combinations of these colours   perhaps the most alarming part of it was the cat in the middle of the Room ( he assumed it was a cat, the helmet had Ear bulges) that was Green and  Black , had a helmet with a Golden visor and the no 117 on his chest, even more alarming was the fact it was 8ft tall and was having to stoop because of the ceiling. To make matters worse the door he now realised had been opened by what he now realised was another cat, which was standing on its hind legs , had a neat black hair cut and appeared to be wearing a Blue shirt with a strange spear head shaped gold emblem on it.

Before he could even make his brain utter a startled cry on the the scene unfolding before his eyes a femine voice from somewhere in the room ( it was only later he realised the room was eerily quite  without any what he would call catty sounds , or more importantly that particular smell)

Oh! Bugger……..Gazuntite!

At which point all the cats in the room vanished except the one holding the door  who merely raised one eyebrow and muttered ‘Illogical!’. Leaving only the aforementioned cat  and the graceful female shape that was his mage  The Lady Pamella’.

‘Oh don’t mind him thats my Familiaw in his new fowm , Mw Sock!, despite his new size and stwange clothing he is still basically a cat’

In addition I have added a Noble Lord, The Drill Instructor and a Mage if you hadn’t guessed.

All done with GW contrast, apart from the Metallics and the detail on faces and other Fleshy parts.