For a long time I’ve harboured an ambition to own a horde of at least a hundred ork boys, with every one of them looking distinct from the rest. As much as possible I’ve tried to ensure that every ork I’ve painted has a unique head (although the aim of the exercise isn’t to make my life tough, if the odd bonce gets duplicated in the army I’m not going to be lying awake at night worrying about it). With the new additions I’ve made over the past week I’m up to sixty-three angry greenskins, which means it’s definitely time for a group shot.
As ever before you give yourself eyestrain click on the pictures to get a proper look at them. You may also wish to play a version of ‘Where’s Wally’ with that old-skool Ork from last week…He’s lurking in there somewhere…
Shall we take a look at one more Ork before the week is out? After all I’m fairly certain that one cannot have too many Orks. Unless they’re all charging at you of course, in which case even one is too many…
I’m on fire this week (figuratively – natch!) – here’s two more painted Ork boys! Waaargh!
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Another Ork comes stomping off the shelf of shame and goes to join his painted mates.
Blame it on the Oldhammer Ork I painted last week but my attention has turned to the small group of Ork boys that have been gathering dust on the edge of the desk since my last burst of Orky enthusiasm waned back in January. Waaargh!
Blame it on painting that old Ork but since then I’ve had a real itch to work on a few grots for him to boss around (after all the other lads are never going to stop picking on him for being short so he’ll need someone to bully in turn). Into the box of old models I go to fish out these two gretchin. Like the Ork (and plenty of other things that you’ll see in due course) these were a gift from my good mate Tom who’s been clearing out, so cheers once again dude.
This one’s face seems to have lost some of its definition over the years so I kept the highlighting there to a minimum and put extra effort into other areas in order to draw the eye away. And then I spoiled it by telling you all what I’d done.
Something about their devious, spiteful little faces made me think of redcaps – the evil goblins which supposedly dwelt in ruins along the border between Scotland and England and make a habit of murdering travellers and painting their hats with the resultant blood. Although I didn’t want to paint this one’s helmet as if actually bloody I did think that giving him a red cap would be a suitable homage to the nasty little bastards. Plus, maybe he reckons it makes his thoughts go faster?
Unlike the Orks, who’ve grown somewhat in stature down the years, these grots are still pretty much of the same scale as their modern descendants.
At least the Ork no longer feels like such a titch!
After finishing off my undead I started fishing around for something to follow them with, a pallet cleanser if you will, before getting back to Chaos and my slowly progressing warband for the Chapel. My hand fell on this distinctly Oldhammer Ork, a gift – alongside quite a number of other models – from a friend who was having a clear out.
In spite of being a distinctly elderly model I wanted to paint him in a modern, grubby style, rather than the flatter, more garish tones preferred back when he was first released. I reckon it works well, and of course it ties him in nicely with his newer battle-bruvas.
Of course he’s a little shorter than his new mates but there’s no need to take the mick out of him for it eh!