Here’s the view over my painting station. I am rejoicing!
I’m all about that elf. Just saying. Diving in nose first into old army books, rule books, building up some more High Elf archers which I had already said bah bah to too long ago. Here’s where my journey started, here’s where it will end. Fate is a wheel; its one purpose is to turn. To Ranks of spearmen, shimmering armour. Don’t stop me now. To dragons, to haughtiness. I’ll be back.
“See the TURTLE, ain’t he keen? All things serve the fuckin’ Beam.” Stephen King