“FE! FI! FO! FUM! I smell the blood of a Gnomishman!
Be he alive, or be he dead! I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!”
“GRAK!”
“Oh, sorry mate. Didn’t see you there. “
“GRAK!”
“Yes, I know! I said I’m sorry!”
“GRAK!”
“I said HIS bones. Not just any bones.”
“GRAK!”
“I wasn’t being ‘bone-ist’! Honest!
“GRAK!”
“What do you mean ‘hostile work environment?”…
A cracking looking Undead Ogre! Sculpted to the same scale as our other Ogres (but bonier) these big guys are the ideal shock troops for an undead army. They also work well in a normal Ogre force! (Yeah, don’t mind Keith, he doesn’t eat much these days. Still, more for us eh?). This chap has a single eye socket, a FILTHY loin cloth and charming Old School turn-up boots.
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