AndyG WIP (pic heavy)
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100 layers just about hits it sometimes, depends on the painter and the effect wanted.
AndyG
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No mate the brush is just moist not wet. Don't think wash think very thin paint and your placing it exactly where you want it. There should be no need at all to dab stuff away and because it's effectively dirty water and your placing such a thin layer it should dry almost instantly. There's no brush strokes because it's so thin there's no real physical depth to it it's literally a glaze so you can see the paintwork underneath still shining through.
Demihuman
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So, Digga, thin your paint way down, load up your brush, then wipe the excess off on a paper towel and you are ready to glaze. The layer of paint should be so flat that it almost dries as soon as you set it down. Also, you have to wait for each layer to dry completely before you apply the next layer.
Digganob
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Pictures! I need pictures. Ahhhhhhh. Seriously though thank you guys very much. If you can get some pics of the application part that would be awesome but I think I understand what you are both saying. I hope to try it out soon and let you guys know how it turns out. Also are there certain things to avoid a glazing?
KruleBear
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@Digganob: what i have seen is thatin many cases us mere mortal can hardly tell there was any change to the mini with one thin glaze layer....it is that light of a layer. The couple times i have done it correct it takes at least two layer before i can tell a difference ( althoug one can be see under the watchful eye of a macro lense
). Of course a higher contrast glaze (say blue over a white base) would visually show up quicker.
@Boardandy: generally the mediums do a better job of carrying the pigment than a simple water dilution. This generally helps reduce tide marks you run into with water diluted paints that are real thin. Some also have flow improver added that help the paint stay wet on the brush/mini longer. This aspect is useful for lining and freehand work.
). Of course a higher contrast glaze (say blue over a white base) would visually show up quicker.@Boardandy: generally the mediums do a better job of carrying the pigment than a simple water dilution. This generally helps reduce tide marks you run into with water diluted paints that are real thin. Some also have flow improver added that help the paint stay wet on the brush/mini longer. This aspect is useful for lining and freehand work.
AndyG
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As you should Digganob though maybe try it out on something simple first. It really is difficult to judge the amount of water and glaze medium to paint it can look weak but when you slap it on arghhhhhh!
hi boardandy what krulebear said is spot on the glaze medium is a must IMHO it really helps stop all the chalkiness and tide marks and streakiness you get with thinning just with water. Some god like beings can manage fine without and produce excellent results but I ain't one of em for sure!
sorry no glazing tonight I got the urge to start the basing. Gone for a raised section with steps leading up to it. Used the Hirst fieldstones for the steps, the last of them the wife threw away the silicone mold in a cleaning fit damn shame as they are so useful. Lots of skulls though and stuff. Crappy picture but you get the idea.
hi boardandy what krulebear said is spot on the glaze medium is a must IMHO it really helps stop all the chalkiness and tide marks and streakiness you get with thinning just with water. Some god like beings can manage fine without and produce excellent results but I ain't one of em for sure!
sorry no glazing tonight I got the urge to start the basing. Gone for a raised section with steps leading up to it. Used the Hirst fieldstones for the steps, the last of them
the wife threw away the silicone mold in a cleaning fit damn shame as they are so useful. Lots of skulls though and stuff. Crappy picture but you get the idea.
KruleBear
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Used the Hirst fieldstones for the steps, the last of them
Noooooooooo
. This is one of my nightmares.
. Used the Hirst fieldstones for the steps, the last of them
There is only one solution....MANCAVE where the dastardly wiles of woman cleaning never dares show itself!Noooooooooo
YEAH RIGHT!
ten ball
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Sadly they even reach there arms into the mancave area and rearrange things... just this morning I woke up and found there was flowers inside there... Haven´t seen anything missing, but I can´t remember what occupied the place where the flowers now are standing...
Digganob
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Dam it Ten, now I want a pumpkin roll. Well I was true to my word andyG and I went home to try glazing on my skaven banner. Filled with the expert knowledge of my betters I tried it out. And I failed lol. But I'll keep trying to hammer it out. I'm going to see about the glazing medium instead of water.
BloodFather of Kharnath
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I really like the socket. Where did you get? I know it's too late, but I was going to suggest a crumbling wall type base for this guy. It seems to me that:
Axenarf was the unspoken leader of an unruly and outcast band of upstart and unruly ogre highwaymen. When the local constabulary of the nearby human settlement of Walledorf experienced a great thinning of the ranks as the result of a conscription to support another border dispute, Axenarf saw opportunity. He acted swiftly, using the superior cunning that set him apart from his kin to steer clear of the township and confine his raiding to the more vulnerable farmsteads and outlying villages. Soon, his brothers saw that his dietary standards were satisfied with increasingly exotic accoutrements. Indeed, Axenarf shared his kind's partiality for the soft and tender flesh of the noble young, and his rivals and allies alike could not help but take notice of his growing stock of succulent youth.
And so like animals did the various bands of ogre misfits flock to the tattered war banner of Axenarf, the Hungry One. Whether stirred by an insatiable appetite for human flesh, or perhaps compelled by a hunger of a different type altogether-one of ambition and power-Axenarf applied his extraordinary wit to martial pursuits. He forbade his clan from setting their teeth to the flesh of one who was gifted in the art of bending and shaping metals. This was a difficult task, and he had to remain stoically vigilant of the young and impetuous among them that he would spy drooling over the blacksmith prisoner and his apprentice son. Indeed, the Ogre Champion twice had to remove the tongue of an overly eager underling foolish enough to act on the urges of his grumbling stomach and attempt to steal away with his prized captives. Soon, though, Axenarf's protective efforts proved fruitful as the human and his ward produced a veritable armory for the growing ogre band. Even the most slow-witted of their number was quick to understand the practical value of using a sharp blade rather than an ungainly club or meaty fist, most appreciative of the value inherent in an implement to fillet even the toughest dwarven hide. Convincing his kin to don the heavy and often suffocating breastplates, helms, and chainmail armor proved to require additional, often violent encouragement from Axenarf, but soon his forces learned to join battle cloaked in enough steel and mail to make a Brettonian Knight-Errant nod with grim approval.
Axenarf himself was resplendent in a masterful set of oily black plate mail, spikes protruding with audacity from a pauldron here, or gold trim sparkling with a wealth that betrayed his power there. Never absent from his reach was a massive battle axe, runes that , his shaman assured him, promised his ambition would be satisfied festooned its dark steel surface. Axenarf produced an intimidating presence on any battlefield, his upright, proud posture and decadent arms and armor betraying his station at the head of the war band.
Ever the gifted tactician, Axenarf made a home for his warriors in the crumbled remains of a long forgotten keep in the foothills of Blackfire Pass. In some places, there was even shelter from the cruel elements of the region, and it was from here that Axenarf planned his latest raid.
It was from here, too, that AndyG chose the setting to base his armored Ogre Elite.
Axenarf was the unspoken leader of an unruly and outcast band of upstart and unruly ogre highwaymen. When the local constabulary of the nearby human settlement of Walledorf experienced a great thinning of the ranks as the result of a conscription to support another border dispute, Axenarf saw opportunity. He acted swiftly, using the superior cunning that set him apart from his kin to steer clear of the township and confine his raiding to the more vulnerable farmsteads and outlying villages. Soon, his brothers saw that his dietary standards were satisfied with increasingly exotic accoutrements. Indeed, Axenarf shared his kind's partiality for the soft and tender flesh of the noble young, and his rivals and allies alike could not help but take notice of his growing stock of succulent youth.
And so like animals did the various bands of ogre misfits flock to the tattered war banner of Axenarf, the Hungry One. Whether stirred by an insatiable appetite for human flesh, or perhaps compelled by a hunger of a different type altogether-one of ambition and power-Axenarf applied his extraordinary wit to martial pursuits. He forbade his clan from setting their teeth to the flesh of one who was gifted in the art of bending and shaping metals. This was a difficult task, and he had to remain stoically vigilant of the young and impetuous among them that he would spy drooling over the blacksmith prisoner and his apprentice son. Indeed, the Ogre Champion twice had to remove the tongue of an overly eager underling foolish enough to act on the urges of his grumbling stomach and attempt to steal away with his prized captives. Soon, though, Axenarf's protective efforts proved fruitful as the human and his ward produced a veritable armory for the growing ogre band. Even the most slow-witted of their number was quick to understand the practical value of using a sharp blade rather than an ungainly club or meaty fist, most appreciative of the value inherent in an implement to fillet even the toughest dwarven hide. Convincing his kin to don the heavy and often suffocating breastplates, helms, and chainmail armor proved to require additional, often violent encouragement from Axenarf, but soon his forces learned to join battle cloaked in enough steel and mail to make a Brettonian Knight-Errant nod with grim approval.
Axenarf himself was resplendent in a masterful set of oily black plate mail, spikes protruding with audacity from a pauldron here, or gold trim sparkling with a wealth that betrayed his power there. Never absent from his reach was a massive battle axe, runes that , his shaman assured him, promised his ambition would be satisfied festooned its dark steel surface. Axenarf produced an intimidating presence on any battlefield, his upright, proud posture and decadent arms and armor betraying his station at the head of the war band.
Ever the gifted tactician, Axenarf made a home for his warriors in the crumbled remains of a long forgotten keep in the foothills of Blackfire Pass. In some places, there was even shelter from the cruel elements of the region, and it was from here that Axenarf planned his latest raid.
It was from here, too, that AndyG chose the setting to base his armored Ogre Elite.
