It is said of the Doomseeker that his axe scorches the air with every swing, that he spits glowing cinders with every war cry and the wrath of the forge burns in his glare.  ~ Games Workshop Welcome Adventurers, to another Friday on The Art of Caesura! I've been on a bit of a Silver Tower binge at the moment. Unfortunately I haven't been playing it myself but Miniwargaming posted a fun video just a couple weeks ago and Ash over at Guerrilla Miniature Games recently finished up a full campaign of this great game, so it certainly seems to been in the zeitgeist! I've been watching these as I paint away at the last few models of the game.  After finishing the Tzaangors for last week, I've FINALLY started the heroes. I did the Knight Questor (with a cool Black Templar head-swap) last year, but hadn't painted any of the others. I always do this to myself! I always leave my favourite models till the end (when I feel like I've honed whatever tone I&

A cruel streak resides within the soul of every Tzaangor,  and their artistic pretensions are often set aside  in favour of sheer, shocking brutality.   Games Workshop Hello fellow Caesurians, welcome back to The Art of Caesura! Today's topic is a follow on from a few weeks ago when we were looking at Warhammer Quest: Silver Tower's denizens, the Tzaangors. I originally intended to post these the next week, but there was much intervening excitement: The blog's second birthday , The Great Unclean One , and the first hiking post . I went through my thoughts behind painting these guys in the first post about them a couple of weeks ago , but if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!  I really like the subtle differences in each of these models. The guys holding the 2-handed axe (that I posted previously) have feather-like pinions, hooves and large pauldrons with a more closed posture giving them a more tanky lumbering l

This whole day have I followed in the rocks, And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape, First as a raven on whose ancient wings Scarcely a feather lingered, then you seemed A weasel moving on from stone to stone, And now at last you wear a human shape, A thin grey man half lost in gathering night. Fergus and the Druid - W.B. Yeats Welcome one and all to The Art of Caesura! Today I have a very special post for you. I mentioned in the birthday post a couple weeks ago that I want to re-introduce some non-miniatures-based content back into the blog. I'm going to try to post photos every now and then from the monthly hikes that my wife and I go on. We really are lucky to live in one of the most amazing places so I'd love to share it with you! Our first hike of the new year was to a mystical valley drenched in history, folklore and...rain! Here's what the local tourist board has to say about it: The Loch a'Dúin valley near

The Great Unclean Ones are Nurgle’s mightiest daemons.  Towering over their enemies, these living hillocks of rotting flesh  lumber across the battlefield swinging their rusted weapons,  vomiting streams of filth and unleashing diseased magics upon the foe . Games Workshop Hey Hey Hey! Welcome back for more on The Art of Caesura! Thanks again for everyone who has stuck in for the past few years of The Art of Caesura! Last week we celebrated the blog's second birthday, and what a party it was !  This week we're picking up right where we left off. We're devoting an episode to the Lord of Contagion, Forge World's Great Unclean One - in all his glorious, gruesome detail! I'm going to mostly let the pictures doing the telling for this one (after all, they're worth a thousand words an all that), but I do want to provide some curation to the feast of festering you're about to tuck in to.  While it has totally been Nurgle's day in