A Tale of Two Taverns: The Other Part 1

Of course, there's two sides to this story. On the one hand you have that festering turd of an establishment called the Brass Farthing, but on the other you have the Fleecy Half Pint. In Averland it is, but not far from the border with Mootland. It's a fine place, although the roof is a little low on account of the customers bein' a bit short. But that just makes it all the more cosy, and the company is cheerful as you could hope for. And the ale... The ale is to die for. Though nobody ever finds the bodies...

We've been a little slow getting organised with the photos, but Noakes also completed his painting target for the month. Here we have the crowd from the Fleecy Half Pint, along with what personal details I was able to glean from Noakes' fevered ramblings...

20 painted halflings, all of them from the Warlords of Erehwon range. 

A Tale of Two Taverns: Part 1 Done

Now there's this tavern down in Stirland, called the Brass Farthing. Pretty dodgy place, it is. Not like our fine establishment here... Anyway, the place ain't much to look at, although they say the owner, some Dwarf fella, has more money than Sigmar... But yeah, the place ain't flash, but they say the ale they serve there is somethin' else. It's so good, it's almost unnatural!

A month has passed since my initial post in the series, and I'm pleased to report that I managed to paint everything I was originally hoping to. This is a novel feeling - it's been a long time since I really felt like I managed to paint anything to much of a schedule.

Anyway, behold the patrons of the Brass Farthing, one of the most questionable taverns in Stirland...

40 of the most questionable soldiers you're ever likely to meet in the field. The first time I've really painted any Free Company, and I'm kind of sick of them. Too many colour decisions.