I know it has been a while, but work means I don't get to work on my own projects anywhere near as much as I'd like.
That being said, I have managed to get quite a bit done on my Bloodbowl/ Age of Sigmar Lizardmen team/ Army.
Without any further delay, here are the Kroxigors!
All three of them!
Kroxigor Captain.
The original Kroxigor
Kroxigor with a corner flag.
Bonus!
Skink Priest Roshambo = Head cheerleader aka The General of my AOS army.
I even have a little story for the team;
Lustria St Germain have, despite all odds, managed to get to the Chaos Cup Bloodbowl final, and despite thos eodds are actually winning against the world famous Reikland Reavers.
With mere minutes left on the clock LSG are mounting an epic defense; their fearless Saurus line battling strong, while the Skinks manage to be everywhere at once nipping at the humans heals.
Victory seemed assured.
Suddenly the ground began to rumble.
With the teams lock in scrums across the pitch it couldn't be a charging blitzer or Kroxigor.
The players stopped in their tracks, bemused as to what was the cause of these sudden tremors.
As suddenly as it had started, it stopped and was immediately replaced with an holy cracking sound.
The earth beneath everyone's feet was tearing itself into pieces.
But this was no mere earthquake.
This was the end of the world itself.
The damage wrought by warring factions half a world a way had caused the planet to die.
Chunks of the planet tore themselves from their foundations and were flung into the air before being dragged into the void.
This insanity was too much for the occupants to take, and one by one they blacked out.
Roshambo, the head cheerleader was the first to regain consciousness.
The scene that greeted his opening eyes was vastly different to the previous one.
It was like another world; there were floating islands of earth, seemingly from different areas of the planet, and indeed, some the didn't look like they belonged in this very existence.
On top of that, they were alone. The Reikland Reevers and their fans were gone.
It was just LSG and their supporting Skink fans.
As the team awoke, Roshambo gathered his thoughts, and called the team together.
'Looks lads, I know this is a crazy turn of events, but we need to focus on what's important.'
The team murmured their agreement.
'It is up to us to do what's right'
A louder rumble of assent came back to him.
'It doesn't matter our surroundings have changed...'
Chats of here here were shouted by the team.
'If we stick together there is nothing that can tear us apart!'
A mighty cheer errupted.
'We were winning, so lets go get our cup. It is ours by right!!'
'Yeahhh... wait, what?'
It was too late. Roshambo had stormed off towards what remained of the team transportation; A Stegadon and a Bastiladon, climbed aboard and shouted, 'Who's with me?!'
The team looked at each other, shrugged and headed to the team 'buses,' and the fans followed suit.
And so began their quest for glory, or whatever else they might find in this new realm.
I've done a lot more than these guys, but I'm going to post it in separate posts, so stay tuned for more Bloodbowl, and other things.
Peace!
-DH-
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