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Rank & File Tjublings (15mm) Out Now! 
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The tall host of Zhurem-Zhalkazinulbar marched out with heavy steps, hate and greed writ upon their bearded faces and devotional mysticism evident in their dark voices as they sang their hymns and dirges and recited their mantras and mouthed their fervent prayers.

The omens had been good, and due sacrifice in blood had been offered up to the altar fires. The fickle gods were now all on their side, and this true knowledge made every man beam with haughty pride and cruel confidence. Their demeanour was that of conquerors, and they wore their hammers and axes, their shields and blunderbusses, as a race of born rulers. All did so, except for the shamed warriors of the death's mask. Pariahs and shunned outcasts, they were nought but slaves, and they made for a grim appearance on the battlefield as the great army deployed in deep formations.

On the other side stood the enemy, all filthy, lowly and inferior, a tribe of savages to be trampled underfoot. The warriors of the tall host knew this, for they relished in the slaughter to come.

And they raised their battlecry, with a roar alike thunder on high:

“Hat or die!”


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These 15mm models are out now! Order your Tjublings here: Also on Etsy and on Blogspot. Priced upon release at €2,5 per each kit of 4 Tjublings (or 3 command models), they are also available in a Maniple bundle of 20 rank and file plus 3 command models for €13. Sculpted by Tobias Torstensson (tjub) and spincast in metal by Hysterical Games. Sold unpainted and unassembled.

Remember that miniatures in smaller scales than 28mm are perfect material for adorning your luxurious monumental architecture.

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Thu Nov 02, 2017 11:18 am
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"O great Overlord, the enemy host still defy our hats."

"Then kill it with fire!"


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These 15mm models are out now! Order your Tjublings here: Also on Etsy and on Blogspot. Fiery rank and file reinforcements have arrived to bolster the Tjubling forces with a hard core of elite regiments. Priced upon release at €2,5 per each kit of 4 Tjublings (or 2 command models), they are also available in a Maniple bundle of 20 rank and file plus 2 command models for €1,3. Likewise, Skull Mask Command (3 models) is out now for the rank and file, and is available as part of the usual Maniple deal. A couple of new Blunderbuss variants are also out. And last but not least, we're happy to present a flamethrower team for €2,8!

Sculpted by Tobias Torstensson (tjub) and spincast in metal by Hysterical Games. Sold unpainted and unassembled.

Remember that miniatures in smaller scales than 28mm are perfect material for adorning your luxurious monumental architecture.

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Thu Mar 29, 2018 6:16 pm
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The winds howled and whipped ashen clouds before them. Vultures flocked in the sky as the Third Great Army of Tjubba-Tjur deployed on a ridge to meet the onslaught of barbarian Orcs and Goblins. Such frothing maniacs and ravening hordes! That description was equally true for both sides in this conflict.

The leaders of Tjubba-Tjur watched haughtily as their infantry maniples deployed, shieldwalls and deadly blunderbusses promising steadfast resistance and shredding death to all comers. Their standard bearers and musicians signalled in ways too sophisticated for the dumb enemy brutes to fathom, and now yet deadlier forces marched up to take up position on the flanks.

Some of the youngest, yet most ambitious Tjubling leaders serving in the Temple Stud of the great city would take command of the combined arms at the flanks: Packs of whipped warhounds to halt foes and bog them down in a sea of fangs. Mobile Thunderhammer medium rocketry to blast apart enemy ranks and rattle their wits with the shriek of rockets whirling about, howling death. And the small but imposing squadrons of Tjubbutaurs, pride of the Temple Stud, fathers of thousands and bane of nations. For the Tjubbutaurs possessed power unrivalled in the eyes of devout Tjublings. Sacred creatures, they were. Their stampeding charge and ferocious swinging of great weapons would crush all under their cloven hooves.

Bazarku, ancient Great One and most revered of Tjubbutaurs, snorted and galloped to the fore of the right flank force. He trotted before his multitude of progeny, all strong and blessed by the Bull God, and silenced the yapping of the hounds with a voice thundering from out of the pits of hell:

"Today we crush bones! Today we maim bodies! Today we bring all the foes you see before us to the pyres as screaming offerings to Tjubshut! Slay! Let not a single craven escape our fuming wrath! Make them fall like the hat of Kebaznutjubbuk! Rrrraaaagh!"

At this signal, the packmasters unleashed their dogs. The rocketeers opened fire. And Bazarku the Lord of Skulls charged ahead of his numerous offspring, rapidly clearing the distance between himself and the enemy hordes with a drawn-out bellowing roar which seemed to rise from the depths of the earth and shake the heart of everyone who heard it.

He struck the enemy line alone, and all hell broke loose.


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These miniatures are out now! Order your Tjublings here: Also on Etsy. Sculpted by Tobias Torstensson (tjub) and spincast in whitemetal by Hysterical Games. Sold unpainted and unassembled.


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Fri Sep 28, 2018 9:23 am
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There is much, oh so much that the lesser races fear in this world.

They fear loss.

They fear death.

They fear pain.

They fear deprivation.

They fear tyranny.

They fear hell.

This is well, oh so well, for it allows us to forge all these fears into one potent symbol and strike it searing forever into the hearts of mortals.

For they will know true fear at last.

Fear of the big hat!


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These 15mm conversion bits are out now! Order your big hats on Etsy. Sculpted by Tobias Torstensson (tjub) and spincast in whitemetal by Hysterical Games. Sold unpainted and unassembled.

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Sun Nov 04, 2018 10:26 pm
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Far away and yonder east, a wind lashed the foothills of titanic mountains. The wind came whistling through sparse trees, rustling bushes and swaying grass. It was a northerly wind, frigid by the touch of cruel spirits in the distant lands of frozen earth. The wind struck out across ridges and whipped down in the shallow valleys between foothills. It was a cold wind that had howled among reindeer and enigmatic Elves clad in fur and skins, whirling up snow as the sky children danced high above in the north heavens. The wind now hurled itself against the towering mountainside, clawing and reaching for purchase, yet the steep walls defied it.

The wind tugged at the horned felt cap of Dun-Khan, Lord of the Storm, as he and his picked Tjubgob warband lay low behind the crests of two foothills, awaiting the signal to strike from their scouts. On the other side of the hills marched a gathering of sturdy Humans from the mountain realm of Zhiptyak. The Tjubgob interlopers had been bold indeed to ride, wander and sneak this far east, to the very toes of the mountains. This close to that soaring range, they were deep inside enemy territory, for the Zhiptyak were warlike and had their own designs on the trade routes and walled settlements on the eastern steppe. iIn other words, the Humans had scarce reason for caution as they marched straight into an ambush.

The cue to attack came in the form of skillfully faked birdsong, mimicking the calls of the honeylark, and warlord Dun-Khan stood up on one knee, beckoning to his fickle shaman ally with the bloodthirsty mace, Stormbringer.

"Smoke 'em out! Fulfill your end of the deal, and you will have their raw thumb-muscles for stew, just as we agreed upon. Get on it!" Dun-Khan spat to the gnarled Volsnik Smokebreath, maverick shaman and erratic madman.

Volsnik did not reply. Instead the shunned Tjubgob tie loose the string of a pouch tied to his hooked staff, and breathed in its powdered content in slow, deep gulps. These inhalations grew faster and frantic, as the shaman worked himself into a trance. Eventually, Volsnik Smokebreath turned from the open pouch and produced a squirming mountain vole from inside his tunic. Dun-Khan wondered to himself how the old crazybag had managed to snuck the rodent inside his garb without it escaping, and much less endured its panicked scratching on his skin.

The stinking mouth and running eyes of Volsnik were wide open as the shaman tilted his head backward and drew a deep breath. Then he bit the mountain vole in half, blood and guts hanging down his lower lip. After a disconcerting moment of dumb staring and drool dripping from his mouth, Volsnik hiccuped, then belched. Smokebreath proved true to his name, as thick, dark smoke billowed forth from his wide-open maw. It was an endless stream of smoke, pouring forth in great, dark clouds. The wind carried it quickly over the crest of the foothill, down into the little valley below.

"We strike. Leave none alive!" Dun-Khan roared, swinging Stormbringer. His hornblower stood up and let out a long bellow. Every single Tjubgob behind the two hills sprang into action, screaming a shrill warcry. Archers rushed forth, nocking arrows to recurved composite bows, and let loose, then drew arrows again. Spearmen and Tjubgobs armed with scimitars charged down the sides of the hills, right into the flanks of the surprised Zhiptyak Humans, while backstabbers ran hunched-over, taking a longer route in order to catch the Zhiptyak in the rear.

Blades flashed and banners waved as gleeful Tjubgobs charged downhill, their green faces split by sadistic grins. Volleys of arrows struck against the Human warriors, who were all stunned for the moment. And all around, the smoke spread and thickened, shrouding the ambushers.

Dun-Khan ran along and made sure to stay a little back from his underlings, to not risk himself at first impact. That was what lessers were for, after all. Filthy fodder for spears, yet nevertheless useful fodder who would feed his own soaring star. The warlord cackled like a possessed maniac and rushed into the combat, droplets of blood filling the air as he heaved with Stormbringer again and again, lightning crackling from his weapon. He revelled in the killing and maiming.

Everything smelled of blood, smoke and terror.

The true slaughter began.

And the wind swallowed the shrieks.


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15mm Tjubgob infantry out now! Sculpted by Tobias "Tjub" Torstensson.

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