I've always loved the figures I've gotten from Old School Miniatures, so I would be remiss if I didn't mention their most recent Kickstarter - Dwarfs - The Thunderbeard Custodians.
From the Kickstarter:
Nestled deep within the stone-clad belly of Karak Drogan lies one of the oldest breweries in the Karaz Ankor—and the most heavily armed. That’s no metaphor: the barrels are booby-trapped, the mash paddles are rune-inscribed bludgeons, and the head brewer answers to the title Brewmaster Thengrim, wielder of a bottomless tankard and an even deeper grudge.
These aren’t your average ale-crafters. No, sir, these are the Thunderbeard Custodians, guardians of Grudgebearer’s Anvil, the sacred forge-temple where the ancestors supposedly hammered the very first runes into being (though some say they were just trying to fix a broken bottle opener).
Each Custodian is part monk, part warrior, and part dangerously unsupervised bartender. Their warhammers are forged from the same alloy as the Anvil itself and etched with ancient oaths that’d make a Slayer blush. When they march to battle—mugs in hand and beards frothing—they strike with the fury of stone, steam, and stout.
Even if you miss the early bird pledge, $60 for 16 metal figures is a bargain nowadays, although the thought of UK shipping and this current environment could mean anything.
Nestled deep within the stone-clad belly of Karak Drogan lies one of the oldest breweries in the Karaz Ankor—and the most heavily armed. That’s no metaphor: the barrels are booby-trapped, the mash paddles are rune-inscribed bludgeons, and the head brewer answers to the title Brewmaster Thengrim, wielder of a bottomless tankard and an even deeper grudge.
These aren’t your average ale-crafters. No, sir, these are the Thunderbeard Custodians, guardians of Grudgebearer’s Anvil, the sacred forge-temple where the ancestors supposedly hammered the very first runes into being (though some say they were just trying to fix a broken bottle opener).
Each Custodian is part monk, part warrior, and part dangerously unsupervised bartender. Their warhammers are forged from the same alloy as the Anvil itself and etched with ancient oaths that’d make a Slayer blush. When they march to battle—mugs in hand and beards frothing—they strike with the fury of stone, steam, and stout.
Even if you miss the early bird pledge, $60 for 16 metal figures is a bargain nowadays, although the thought of UK shipping and this current environment could mean anything.
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