|"For the Shire!.. err... wait! For the Moot!... eh.. that's not right... For Snacks and Comfies! That's better."|
Well, I guess I finally got a wild hair up my ass to paint them so I've put together a small army of them. I plan on using them for Dragon Rampant or as proxies in Warhammer Age of Sigmar. The sculpts were very obviously inspired by the old Warhammer Imperial Halflings of the Moot, so I like to imagine a little piece of the Old World spun off during the apocalypse and now the chubby little fellas are furiously defending themselves in a new nightmare reality.
|The General, Philip "The Black" Wooltoes.|
"Dost Thou Wish to Live Deliciously?!" is his battle-cry.
|Cassandra Gentlebosom, seer and diviner, adds some|
magical punch to the army.
|The Knights of The Third Order of Breakfast are the greatest of all time.|
|The Shirewardens patrol the edges of the Halfling lands, ready to battle intruders at a moment's notice!|
|The flashing blades of the swordmen of the Jack Rabbit Company are deadly to both foes and dinner parties.|
|The stalwart halberdiers of the Brotherhood of the Last Leg will fight until the end of any battle. Or until supper. Whichever comes first.|
|Robert the Hood and his Rapacious Rapscallions stand ready to waylay any un-guarded baggage trains they find.|
|Professor of Gunology, Schmendrake Thistlebottom, guides the army's|