As I was looking at Empire buildings online, I realised what it is that Warhammer towns remind me of: not just the paintings of Hieroymous Bosch and Pieter Bruegel the Elder, but the less refined art of Terry Gilliam's 1978 film, Jabberwocky.
Jabberwocky is not a classic. Indeed, sometimes I wonder what induced me to watch this film and its stark naked princess. It's pretty wonky, the pacing is all over the place and a lot of it just doesn't work despite all the fart jokes, like watching a stand up routine by Geoffrey Chaucer. However, it looks sort-of-right for the Empire and spot on for Brettonia, by virtue of being really, deeply sordid.
The picture below, for instance, might as well be sold as a perfume called L'Essence de Warhammer. A crazed preacher leads some men with banners while a half-naked zealot runs about in front of a giant cog. What more do you need, except a skull the size of Berkshire?
I mean, just look at the horns on these two:
And this rat-seller is Mordheim personified. Except that he's smiling.
Anyway, back to business.
I got this Deathknell Watch thing ages ago. This is how it's supposed to look:
As you can see, there's some really nice sculpting and design there, and some dumb massive skulls (and some marginally less dumb little skulls). I dug this thing out and decided to have a go at de-skulling it, with the help of plasticard, green stuff, a hacksaw and the local A&E.
Halfway through, I decided to add an entirely new bit sticking out the side. Why not? I think that's how people in Warhammer build houses, after all.
Having constructed this rickety thing, I painted it and tried to make some sort of sense of it.
|Dwarf to scale, as much as they ever are.|
It is ridiculous and unfeasible, but it looks right in the company of my other ridiculous and unfeasible buildings. Which makes me think that I really ought to make the Jabberwock. I've got an old conversion somewhere. Perhaps it's time for a re-paint...