the hand on his head

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Запрос: A witch in a blue robe with a hood and with a luminous stick in her hands rides a cart into a cave

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Darkoath Chieftain on Warsteed
Кocking a very on-trend off-the-shoulder fur coat – all the better to flex his pecs with – it’s the Darkoath Chieftain. An avid collector of mouldering heads, this guy is as good at fighting as he is at ignoring the smell of decaying flesh. He’s a grim reflection of the Freeguild Cavalier-Marshal, who’s clearly too puny to enter battle without both shoulders draped in armour.

The Chieftain has numerous options – he comes with three heads, plus two for his steed and a choice of sword or axe. Whatever headgear you choose, a magnificent mane of hair cascades manfully yet artfully down that rippling bare shoulder of his.

Wilderfiend
The all-pervasive allure of Chaos is too strong for some Darkoath heroes to resist, and the Wilderfiend is what becomes of a powerful mortal champion whose ambitions outstripped their abilities. They earned the enmity of their dark patrons for breaking one of their oaths, and were changed forever as a result.

Each tribe is watched over by the Wilderfiends they once called kin – they are both monsters and sentinels, who must be satiated with sacrifices and trophies. Perhaps their greatest shame, however, is that their once lustrous locks have been shorn forever by the cruelties of their transfiguration.

Wilderfiends are – both literally and figuratively – beasts in combat, setting about with their flesh-tearing maw and razor-sharp claws. The miniature comes with a cavalcade of cosmetic choices, including heads, tusks, trophies, and horns. These are not friendly fellows.
Below the mighty heroes and monstrous failures of the Darkoath tribes are a bevy of fearsome mortals jockeying for glory and fighting for their families. These are the Marauders, musclebound men and women with salon-quality hair and relatively few clothes. Let the Freeguild Steelhelms keep their stuffy jerkins and breastplates – the Darkoath worked for these gains, and they’re going to show them off.

Darkoath Marauders can wield spears or a variety of one-handed raider weapons, and they may be joined by a champion, musician, and icon bearer. There are five male bodies and five female, with over a dozen shields and 30 different heads to make each raiding force unique.
Darkoath Fellriders
Horse masks are very in this season, and the Darkoath Fellriders are cantering into view with some of the finest equine accessories in all the Mortal Realms. Fellriders ditch the clunky armour of Freeguild Cavaliers, instead operating as light cavalry who soften the tribe’s enemies up with a volley or two of javelins, or charge in to finish them off with lethal broadswords.

This is a versatile kit with a variety of heads, shields, peytrals, and horsey face-masks, plus a choice of javelins or blades for the whole unit – and parts to build a champion, a musician, and an icon bearer.

In the town of old Kenosha marched some troubled rogues one day
Held hammers high above their heads, and looking for affray
No one dared to ask their business, no one dared to make a din
Save for one young man among them with an AR on a sling
AR on a sling

In this town there were some outlaws bound to teachings of the Red,
Many soi bois were among them as were trannies overfed,
They were vicious, prone to violence, burning gas stations and more,
And their leader rode a skateboard rolling swiftly on the floor,
Swiftly on the floor.

Now young man started talkin', made it plain to folks around
He was there to stop the mob from burnin' businesses to ground.
Didn't look like much the tough guy 'cept for one important thing,
And that thing of course an AR riding tautly on a sling
Tautly on a sling

Now the night was passing quickly as the mob moved wielding flame
And the youth called out to halt them when they spotted him as game
He was running down the pavement when a lout caused him to trip
And tempted the soi leader with with the skateboard on his hip
Skateboard on his hip

It was over in a moment as the folks had gathered round,
The skater sought the rifle as the youth lay on the ground,
Oh he might have went on livin' but forgot one major thing
And he fell down shot dead by the kid with AR on a sling
AR on a sling

A RRR
A RRR
He fell down shot dead by the kid with AR on a sling

Stony the Golem

Stony the Golem, was a jolly greenskin soul,
With a big wood mask and a fists of stone, and two eyes made of coal.

Stony the Golem, is a fairytale, they say.
He was made of stone, but the gobboes know he came to life one day.

There must have been some WAAAAAAAAGH magic in that old wooden mask they found,

For when they placed it on his head, he began to stomp around!

Oh, Stony the Golem, was alive as he could be;
and the gobboes say he could charge and kill,
just the same as you and me.

Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
look at Stony go.
Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
over the hills of dead.

Stony the Golem, knew lotz of ummies was that day,
so he said, "Let's run, and we'll have some fun, before I broken now."

Down to the village, with a stunty in his hand,
Running here and there, all around the square,
sayin', "Catch me if you can."

He led them down the streets of town, right to the Sigmar's monk;

and only paused a moment, when he heard him holler, "Stop!"

For Stony the Golem, had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye, sayin' "Don't cry, I'll be back again some day."