October Pile O’ Loot: Mythic Legions Tharnog

 Tharnog was a man… he was a dragon man…What Tharnog is is my first dip into what Mythic Legions calls “Brute Scale”, one step up from their standard size figures. My understanding is that there’s one size down from standard (and I have on eon order) and then one size larger than Brute Scale (Ogre Scale, which tends to run around seventy five bucks so I have not fucked with it though there are a couple at 60 that might tempt me down the road).

Anyway there’s a thing where if a Pile of Loot is forming up nicely and I have a bit of extra disposable income, I’ll poke through the Legions for a good fig at a good price. For morale. And Tharnog was one of, um, two morale-boosters in this particular pile. The other wsn’t random. I had a reason.

Like many Mythic Legions he’s both amazing and not quite ideal. Where he excels is where the line excels - sculpting, paint detail, and accessories. Two heads, a bunch of hands, a fur cloak, a staff, two pauldrans (find someone who loves you like Four Horsemen love a pauldron), and two bigass antlers that plug into the pauldrons. One of the hands is holding a magical orb, as seen above.

At the same time, while the articulation of the bare body is perfectly serviceable (even if I wish they’d engineer an elbow/knee that goes past 90), the more of his shit you load on, the more the movement is hampered. Especially in the arms. The pauldrons are big and spiky enough, especially with the antlers, that once they’re on they don’t want to move with the arms. Also some of the joints are a little loose - the orb hand needs to be carefully positioned to stay vertical, the hips and ankles are a little loose for the weight they need to carry, which makes standing him fully loaded more of a challenge than it should be for a chonky boy.

I also really need to come up with more things for my Mythic Legions magic-users to do than “call forth a shit-ton of skeletons”, but you got to your fantasy war with the plastic army you have, not the plastic army you wish you had.

The background is an actual old-ass cemetery we visited in Ireland, the something something of St. Kevin, and I somewhat amateurishly day-for-nighted it.