It rains. The grasslands turn to mulch. The pastures, already shot through with rot from the now days-dead cattle, are piled. An orruk lays against a grunter. A freeguilder clutches his gut. A Hedge Knight lays, his sword still buried to its hilt in the chest of a greenskin leader. All dead. Out on the left flank, there is only more death. Flame and smoke. Offal. Scraps of clothes, still clinging to something red and unrecognisable. A battered yellow helmet. He stumbles through the smoke. Shirtless, he steams with sweat, but it's lost in the pall of acrid smoke. He has a mattock in his hand, limp. There's coughing in the smoke, and screaming, but he cannot hear it. He only hears ringing. From the smoke, comes a shape. He's big, bigger than most men, a Ghur man - but this is something else. An orruk warlord, its pig-iron armour blackened and shorn by a direct hit from the rocket battery. Its hand is a ruined mess. The other, spasming claw holds an axe. Its jaw hinges in a gutteral roar. It sounds like ringing. He hefts his mattock. Stumbling from the smoke, at his back, come more men - arms bare, some humans, some duardin, most from Ghur but many otherwise. All bloodied, all coughing smoke, all with pickaxes and hammers and mattocks. Some still have their helmets. Some even still have the candles burning, affixed to hafts and helms. The Az Caraz Mining Company, deaf and dying, charges armour-piercing picks point first. #paintingwarhammer #gamesworkshop #citiesofsigmar #freeguild #freeguildguard #freeguildhalberdiers #kitbash #conversion #chaosmarauders #dwarfminers #warhammer #warhammerfantasy #warhammeraos #ageofsigmar #aos #warhammerdogsofwar #regimentsofrenown #hobbystreak #hobbystreakday16 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3aT4i2n3wp/?igshid=1klgsf3pyvi1i
