Draconis: Spring Clean 2024 and onward

28th May 2024

So, back now and time to get back to some hobby.

But first just some thoughts about ‘da misshun’.

Last year the Witches had their grand tour. That was fun, but a bit awkward in places.

After I painted the Deadzone marauder things just fell into place.

Not sure if many people have seen it, but my wife and I had fun doing the pics, so that’s the main thing.

It was a lot easier working with just one mini rather than the three, and having the base magnetised helped in a few places.

However, keeping up the ‘ork speak’ was quite hard work – hopefully it came over OK.

I’m not sure what I’m going to work on next for the spring clean.  I have had a few thoughts, but most are more likely to be projects of their own.

For now, while I’m trying to decide what to do, I am going to work on this old ork warboss that I had been using for skin tone tests.

It’s had a rough zenithal prime and is ready for some colour…

25th May 2024

Today waz da return ta base wiv me Intel.

‘Owever, on da way, I uzed me amazin’ kunnin ta sniff owt wun ov da ummies forward armour bases!

Dey tryed ta trik me by pretending it waz a moo-see-um! But dey didn’t fool me.

Loadz ov diffrent mek bays wiv tanks all ovva da place!  I snukk ’round loadz gettin’ me Intel on dem all.

At wun point da lokals sent owt sum ov dere boyz ta stop me, but I gave ’em a seeing to!

Finished off me skowtin’, an’ den headed bak ta base.

Wordz ta meself – no sign ov Roman, Norman, ‘enry or even dat Sally ere. Dey av a lot ov kool tanks doh!

Overall a suksessfull misshun. I got loadz ov Intel wiv me kunnin, and me stelff.

Basikly, da ummies is weak!

24th May 2024

Fownd out dat da ummies top boss nob, Charlie ‘as a big gaff at Windy-Sore Kastle.

So, I konvinced da ummies I’m wiv ta go der, so I kuld av a bit ov a chat wiv dis Charlie an’ sort sum stuff owt!

Dis Charlie must av gud ‘earin’ or summit. ‘Parently e waz ere yesterday, but gone today. E musta erd I waz on my way, an’ dun a runner.

Well, since I waz ere anyway, I snukk ’round da joint.

Interrogatin’ sum of da unda-ummies it turns owt dat dose flippin mugs called Norman were behind de start of dis place, bilding da big mound an’ tower.

Den ovva boss nob ummies bilt more bitz on ta da place.

I kontinue ta pass meself off as da ummie kalled ‘Tom’, an’ dis allowed me ta pass unseen.

Dis place wuld be tuff ta take. Der’s loads ov soldiers and po-lice all round da gaff. I even ‘ad ta go thru sum sorta auspex scanna’ on day way in…. lucky me gunz r stelff gunz!

Wordz ta meself – I fownd out dat dis ‘enry ate won’t be a fret ta us. Turns owt ‘e is ‘iding unda da ground in da Chapel place…

23rd May 2024

Me skowtin’ misshun is windin’ down now, avin’ got loads ov gud Intel.

Checked owt annuver of ‘enry ate’s gaffs called Sandgate. Da defences r pretty much gone, but I kuldnt get in – sum ummies live der now, an’ I didn’t wun ta blow me dees-guys….

Den I hin-vesty-gated a memorial fer da battle ov Britain.

I fink itz gud dat da ummies pay respekt to dose dat av dun da fightin’.

Da ummies almost saw thru me dees-guys here, one grabbin’ me.  But I uzed me kunnin’, and dees-tracted dem by buying dem tea an’ cake – dey got konfused den an’ forgot ’bout me

I ‘ad to tag along wiv da ummies fer da rest ov da day, ta keep me dees-guys up.

Dey went back to Kanter-bury, so I skowted owt da wallz.

Pretty strong, but dey fergot ta put dem all da way ’round, so ders loads ov gaps fer us!

Fownd dis small place. ‘Parently Roman ‘ad a shack ‘ere, den dat STeve Augustine came ‘ere an’ ad a pray wiv da boss nob an’ is wife and tuk the gaff ova.

Den fer sum reson dey called it St Martins…. must be annuva Steve I gess.

Chekked owt STeve Augustines ovva gaff agin, so I kuld skowt betta wivowt da rain. No defences ov any wurth still doh.

Da ummies gut a bit suss agin, so I ‘ad ta dees-tract dem agin…. dis time wiv sum stuff called eyes cream (even I wuldnt eat eyes, but ummies is weird)

Wordz ta meself – ummies get dees-tracted by sum foods, maybe we kan uze dat info. Fought I’d seen da last ov Roman, but fownd annuva place ‘eed bin.

22nd May 2024

Gotcha! Fownd owt dis Roman bloke is on ‘is way bak ‘ere.

Snuk up ta wun ov ‘is gaffs, Richborough, Roman’s Fort an’ fownd dis klue!

Luks like dis gaff was tuff at wun point, but loads ov bits missin’ now, so if ‘e does come bak ‘ere we can take da place eazy!

Avin’ solved dat fer now, I went in search ov dose blokes called ‘enry.

Fownd owt dat da wun called ‘enry ate bilt a load ov forts on da seeside ‘ere.

So, I went off to wun called Walmer furst.

It luks pretty solid from owtside, wiv a load ov posh plantz – but inside itz Moor like a normal gaff.

Sum bloke called Welly-ton ‘as even left ‘is bootz lying ’round da place.

‘Owevva,  I did find sum big gunz up on da top bitz,  so dey are ready fer a fight ‘ere.

Den onta da next ‘un.

Dis wun’z called Deal, an’ is really close to Walmer.  Dis ‘enry wanted ta protect Dis bit ov seeside fer sure.

Pretty solid wallz ‘ere, but a few dakkajets shuld sort it!

No sign ov Norman at either of dese wuns doh! Maybe dey av got scared off.

But dis wun did av a speshul gate fer dat Sally woman agin….

Wordz ta meself – seem ta av da number on dis Roman bloke now, but av lost track ov da Normans, and too many ‘enries all over da place.

Da ummie defences are mixed, sum are worse dan grot bilt, ovvers pretty tuff!

21st May 2024

A tip from one ov da lokals led me too skowtin’ owt a big gaff called Kanterbury Kath-e-drawl.

Dis waz ‘ere b-for dose blokes called Norman came ova, so I fought maybe dat Roman bloke ‘ad summit ta do wiv it.

But turns owt it waz a geezer called Augustine who waz sent ‘ere by sum boss preest called Pope Gregory da furst.

Da place waznt much ta start, but it got spangly after all da Normans turned up. Den even moor so after da boss nob Henry 2 ‘ad a barney wiv ‘is mate Thomas who ‘e ‘ad made inta da boss preest ‘ere.

Sum of ‘enry’s nobz bust in an’ nobbled da Thomas geezer, den ‘parently a load ov magik stuff ‘appened an’ da boss nob ‘ad ta say sorry ta all da peeps.

No sine ov Sally ‘ere, an’ even doh my searchin’ said der waz stuff made by Goffs ‘ere, I kuldnt see anyfink orky….

Der uzed ta be a load ov bling ‘ere but annuver ‘enry who waz greedy (must ov ate loadz,  as dey called him ‘enry who ate) nicked it all.

Furver skowtin’ led me ta a place where dat Augustine fella ‘ad set up ‘is base furst. Waz called da St Augustines Abbey.

Gess da St must be short fer Steve or summit.

Den dose flippin’ blokes called Norman ‘ad ta get involved agin’.

Da greedy ‘enry fella smashed da place up after ‘e had nicked all da bling

Wordz ta meself – watch owt fer any ummies called Roman, Norman or Henry. Dey all seem a bit dodgy, maybe a bit ‘o grot blud in dem?

20th May 2024

I ‘erd ’bout a annuver big fort ’round ere at a place called Dover.

So I konvinsed da ummies ta take me der. Dey is eazy ta fool!

I fought da trale of Roman ‘ad gun kold,  but it seemz ‘e ad bin ere an’ bilt a lite-‘ouse ‘ere. Prob fer landin’ da Boyz shuttles or sumfink!

Now, we may ‘av a bit’a trubble wiv dis place. No grot bilt stuff in dis place it seemz….

I fink dey must av got sum stunties in ta do dis work. ‘Parently dey dug a load ov tunnels ’round da place too – prob ta ‘ide in I spect.

Gunna ‘av ta get da ‘ard boyz or sum meganobz in ta krak dis place – shuld be fun skrappin’ time!

Dey got loadz ov wallz all ovva da place ‘ere too!

My kunnin’ nose no end doh, an’ I found sum sort ov sim-u-layshun ov da Fort. So I did sum xpert skowtin’ ov it….

‘Parently da boss ere waz two blokes called ‘enry, who may av also bin called Norman, or may av bin sumfing called A Gevin. Who kares doh, gunna be krumpin’ time ‘ere!

On da way back I found a place were it looks like one ov da flyboyz krashed ‘is dakkajet!

Wordz ta meself  – I fink I may be finking too much ’bout da stuff. Kuld be a krafti ummie plan to konfuse me, wiv all dese difrent namez dey is usin’! Kant uze me noggin too much, dunt wunt it ta xplode!

19th May 2024

On da trail of dese blokes called Norman I ‘erd der waz sum big battle nere Haste-ings.

Uzin’ me best stelff I snuk past a bunch of ‘ummies q-ing an’ into sum old Abbey.

‘Parently der waz sum big krumpin’ ‘ere, but seemz I mist it ?

Although,  from da luks of dis stat-you dey waz sum big fellas!

Skowtin’ ’round I found dis big stone. Seemz it waz a known trip ‘azard,  as it sez dat a bloke called Harold fell ‘ere.

Not sa-prized, as from da pics it seemz ‘e waz bizzy lookin’ at a pointy stikk or summit.

‘Avin mist all dese Norman’s an’ found a different bloke insted (an’ no menshun ov dat bloke called Roman) I fought it best ta hed off.  Shame I mist da fightin’.

Uzin’ xtra kunnin’, I fooled da ‘ummies agin…..

My skowtin’ led me ta sum boss nob’z pad nereby at a place called Body-ham.

Do dey kant spel, an’ call it Bodiam.

Dis place waz well built, wiv a lode ov flippin’ water around it dat culd scare sum of da Boyz!

‘Owever, sum ov it is a ummie trik, as dey still forgot da insides!

Wordz ta meself  – dis is getin’ konfusin’ wiv all dese difrent ummies.

But nun ov dem seem ta want ta hang ’round fer a scrap….