Goblin Hero_A (with 2-handed weapon) front view by Shieldwolf Miniatures
  • Goblin Hero_A (with 2-handed weapon) front view by Shieldwolf Miniatures
  • Goblin Hero_B (with 2-handed weapon) side view by Shieldwolf Miniatures
  • Goblin Hero_B (with 2-handed weapon) rear view by Shieldwolf Miniatures

Goblin Hero_A (with 2-handed weapon)

CODE: G-04 / 52060000804


General Description

Goblin Hero_A (with 2-handed weapon) (Goblins)

This product contains one finely detailed, polyurethane resin Goblin Hero_A model with a 2-handed weapon. Hair comes as a separate piece for additional modularity. Model supplied with a 20mm x 20mm plastic base.

This product comes supplied unpainted and requires assembly (paint&glue not included). Pictures are for demonstration purposes only.


Goblin Hero _A with 2-handed weapon (Goblin)

The goblin army stormed the front, dashing literally out of nowhere. The Doom Guard from the battlements sounded the alarm and prepared to repel the assaulters. In the land of the Dead none survives to return back and tell about it. To their surprise the goblins managed to reach the outside walls of the abbandoned castle in an amazingly swift attack, either throwing ladders or climbing the walls with their bare hands. By the time the rest of the guard reached the battle stations, there was already chaos on top of the bastions. The fort was being overrun.

Ograzut was the great chieftain that led this army. A couple of his warriors had suggested the assault would be too perilous to attempt it. He slayed both of them where they stood and went on with it. The rest followed ever more willingly. Now he was plowing on his own through Doom Guards and Heavy Skeleton Infantry. The Necromancer Rituliou would have certainly awaken at this point and he needed to get to him before he started doing his magic.

"But what about the Necromancer? Who among us can face such horrid powers?"

"You leave the Necromancer to me. And quit whining 'cause ya gonna worry about me more!"

Ograzut made short work of five more heavy skeleton warriors and cut the bridges chains with a tremendous thrust of his magic axe. The heavy oak bridge fall, allowing the rest of his army to storm the castle. He held more than 50,000 warriors, all of whom had witnessed battles before. The time had come.

He had met Rituliou the Necromancer sixteen years ago in the battlefield of Tribetha where the rivers separate the Lands of the Undead from the growing Jungles of the Dracantropii Kingdoms. Back then he led less than 5,000 warriors and had been hired by the dragon race to fight a campaign against the Undead.

The campaign had resulted in a massacre. The goblin chieftain had witnessed the dreadful magic of the Undead. The Necromancer was in the battlements and laughed. He remembered his army being surrounded by those whose life had long left them; their enemies would not die! He still remembers the faces of his comrades filled with horror as the undead kept rising out of nowhere. The Dracantropii tried to push towards the source of the evil in vain. Death and destruction, he recalls how Rituliou was pointing and laughing at him. He had barely escaped with his life, his army destroyed, his own goods and riches lost for ever. It took him sixteen long years to raise a new army and gain his power back.

Rituliou was now standing on the tallest bastion summoning frantically more warriors to his aid. For a moment he paused and looked below crossing eyes with his sworn enemy. The two characters found themselves starring at each other, just like they had done so many years ago. Only this time Ograzut's army was 10fold what he had back then and the initiative all his. He pointed his huge axe towards the Undead Lord.

"Let's see how you laugh now you necrophile wench!"  


Goblin Story of Ograzurt the Vengeful.