In which a man old enough to know better chronicles his hobby and gaming exploits (now publishing in Azyr)
Quite a few, but it's the Hrud in the bottom left corner that warmed my evil grognard little heart. I once made up a small skirmish force of these guys from original Skaven Blood Bowl players converted with plastic beaky boltguns. An idea I totally ripped off from a friend of mine.
Wow, zoats. GW really are calling in all the old exiles. Is that...is that a slann, mid-right?