#bretonnians

[arwendeluhtiene]

🎨Miniature painting (2000s): Bretonnian standard-bearer ⚜️🏇⚔️ I love Medieval and heraldic designs and aesthetics, so I started dabbling in Warhammer miniatures with Bretonnia 😃 Is this one of the most detailed miniature paint jobs that I've done? Yes xD ✨ I ended up winning a miniature painting competition back in the late 2000s with this one 😊 Also featuring some Bretonnian knights, mostly WIP, and mostly the horses ⚜️🏇⚔️

The yellow-and-red design is based on a Warhammer book with a Bretonnian knight protagonist who had adventures with the Wood Elves, and in my mind this project was going to include a diorama with three (3) miniatures (including 2 horses) reenacting a scene from the book, but alas lol 😂😅 

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NOVA Open 2023: Meet Élisse Duchaard for the Old World

NOVA Open 2023: Meet Élisse Duchaard for the Old World #warhammercommunity #novaopen #novaopen2023

At NOVA Open 2023, Games Workshop revealed a new figure for the highly anticipated Old World project. Élisse Duchaard is a Prophetess of the Lady of the Lake and is a power Wizard who rides a muscular unicorn. The figure takes inspiration from the classic Morgana the Fay Enchantress figures. It’ll be released in resin.

[whitefriartuck]

I must not buy Lady Elisse Duchaard. Buying Lady Elisse Duchaard is the wallet-killer. Buying Lady Elisse Duchaard is the little purchase that brings Bretonnian army purchase.

[educationaldm]

Love Warhammer stuff? Here's Tobias Capwell, historian and armour expert, reviewing armor from Warhammer 40k and Fantasy Battle.

[we-are-knight]

Knights of the Blazing Sun / Knight of Bretonnia, by Mihail Gard

[trve-grimdark]

The four "Rulers" of the Border Prince realm.

[eliavraay]

The reason I was not making any comics lately where these bretonnian boys, who took over my desk. I finally finished them and I love them, so here they are.

[mootmead]

Hobby journal : I spent the last few sessions freehanding everything. I did the shield and started the horse fabric (need to learn some vocab lol). I hesitate a lot about whether doing some purple layer in the blue shadow and orange for yellow or not . I'll make some tests later, when everything will be clean.

[thecrowinggriffon]

Charge of the Bretonnian! Have you heard? the old lanc formation is back for Warhammer the old world! Pretty Exited!

[arwendeluhtiene]

🎨Miniature painting (old work, 2000s to c. 2014, Games Workshop LOTR strategic battle game ✨⚔️ ): Miniature collection. . Top shelf: Last Alliance diorama (LOTR), Fell Beast (LOTR, unfinished); second shelf: Warhammer Fantasy High Elves and Bretonnian knights; third shelf: LOTR miniatures; bottom shelf: LOTR Erebor Dwarves and Rohirrim miniatures.

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Return to Warhammer: The Old World with The Kingdom of Bretonnia

Return to Warhammer: The Old World with The Kingdom of Bretonnia #warhammer #oldworld #warhammercommunity

During its Warhammer Day Preview, Games Workshop revealed the Kingdom of Bretonnia. It’s the entire Kingdom of Bretonnia, the launch range for the classic army that makes a return for Warhammer: The Old World. The Lord on Pegasus is there to lead your army! The plastic kit can build a lofty Duke or slightly less high-ranking Baron. The Battle Standard Bearer on Pegasus allows your army to march…

[innercircleminiatures]

I might start changing some things a bit going forward

[courtofbretonnia]

Even death itself couldn’t keep this heroic Grail Knight down!

[we-are-knight]

⚜️ THEY'RE BACK ⚜️

[glass-bitch]

Who gave them permission to be so cooooooooooool? It's toooo much

BRETONNIAN (detail) by Karl Kopinski

Bretonnia, formally the Kingdom of Bretonnia, also known more prosaically as the "Land of Chivalry," is a highly martial Human feudal kingdom of the Old World that lies between the lands of the Grey Mountains and the Great Ocean.

[chaosprinceundivided]

The First Crusade

“Gracious Bolleumon!” The guttural call from one of his exalted champions gave the Great Unclean One a momentary gasp from his most delicate meal. The squirming of man-worms trying to escape his leathery grasp whilst the ghastly daemon looked down at the armoured man in question. The lipless smile of black teeth clenching as thick pus of blood rolled down his jaw onto his rotting shroud. The Lore of Death shaping the daemon more noticeably in his lack...bountiful obesity that most of his brothers have. “Yes, dearest Malarax?” 

The eyeless sockets glown with shyish witch-fire, giving the barest hint of infested brainmatter behind them as if it truly mattered to the great creature of the Rot-Lord. “The rot-fliers have brought news, the Bretonnians come in grander numbers than ours. Brotherhood of knights leading their peasants to mean to halt our advance towards the accursed elves.” However, this news didn’t bring the expected effect from Bolleumon. 

Bollumon, the Warden of the Sarl Coast, smiled even more as he bubbled a burst of dark laughter. “Hohoho oh, what wondrous news! I was in need of plentiful ingredients. A plague worthy of our conquest. Praise the Grandfather, for he provides hahaha! Prepare your warbands, and inform Beloved-Cousin Headborn. This will bring light onto his dour mood, yes?” In the question, he threw his head back and let the shrill-screaming mutants fall into his long toothy tongue and jaws.

The general's nurglite camp was a circus of apothecaries, tents and great gatherings around cauldrons carried by wagons and platforms with the tallybands of daemons and blight-maddened, constantly oozing with flies and disease-shriveling animals following in a brain-death they aren't even aware of.

Beyond his commanding presence resting on the murky coast of Bretonnia, the Khornate regiment of the Howling Mountain was preparing the next incursion after fighting the vampiric defenders of Mousillon under the guise of valiant knights. Khreidon Headborn, Bloodreaper under the Death-Wyrm banner, stalked over the corpse of his newest challenger. The daemon glutton of iron-cored muscles and a sullen face of constantly sneering fangs, eyes wide of burning intensity.

The headless body of the whelp-champion was forgotten the moment it fell, a mortal cultist lifting the severed head up to glorify the reaper's presence before the howling chaos warriors. Their praises meant nothing, their screams and skulls to be apart of the pile inevitably. Khreidon felt his scaled hide itch, there were parasites feeding on his eternal rage and someone popped from underneath. A perversion of the Nurglish daemons trying to cultivate a fine plague from his very essence and unleash a blood-virus that will throw the entire region into a madness seeking nothing but violence.

If it wasn't for its lacking honesty, Khreidon almost applaud the Unclean One. Then he halted. Something was moving. More than something. Hundreds. Perhaps thousands? The prospect stirred something in the daemon and his kindred felt.

"A earthquake?" A marauder question. "No, mortal..." Khreidon growled with a growing smile, hand grasping tighter on his hellblade. "War."