Gulug1974

I am just booking my ticket now. Will pay full amount.

WIP on Gulug's Boyz. Lots more converting to do but just gathering for the moment. Going to darken down the paint scheme as well which will be a departure for me: Gulug stepped up to stand on the low hill that overlooked the Fenrich Swamp. The sickly sweet smell of decay wafted up to greet him. Not the putrid rankness of Nurgle filth, but the natural odour of stagnant water and rotting matter. There was something else. A tingle that crept down the spine of every one of his small band. They tasted the air, straightening up after their long march and throwing off all weariness. It was the unmistakable touch of the Waaagh! 'Gork,' growled Gulug. 'And Mork,' replied Crag amidst his cackles. 'It seems like you were right Shamen,' said Gulug, his tongue flicking out to greet the essence in the sky. 'Yes,' said Crag. A crackle of green energy rattled through his staff. 'The gate will be guarded.' Gulug smiled crookedly, stroking the neck of his pet snotling. 'At last. Bring em on!'