I just completed my Ogre team and I decided to pay homage to the most enjoyable coach to play against. When this team hits the table top, it shall be called Heavy Lifting Bros. c9805222, this tip of the hat is to you.
Behold the Heavy Lifting Bros.
Behold Thriller, Eastwood, and War.
Next Lil'Bear, Harv, and Cartman
How about some snots? Popeye, Stunty, Hunter, and Peace
Next Thugery, Smart Alec, Savage, and Psycho
Finally Voodoo, Swiss Army Snott, and one more pic of Peace
The fury of Eastwood
Now please indulge me in a little fluff and forgive that the basing on the next pic is not complete.
Coach c98 looked around the old yard sale. He had been told that this was the place to look to get his hands on some new bling. Thus far he had not found anything to his liking. A giant scrying ball, wizard staffs, and bags of golden rings littered the tables set up in the garage. The old halfling running the show noticed his boredom and asked if he was looking for anything in particular. C98 simply said he was looking for something fabulous. The halfling thought for a moment and snapped his finger with an idea and lead C98 through a different part of the estate.
"I have just the thing for you." he said. "The owner of this keep had delusions of conquering the world. He even commissioned his formal wear for the party after he crushed his enemies. Unfortunately for him, he lost. Fortunately for you, I happen to have his party wear."
The two entered a weathered and dusty but well lit attic. The light reflected radiantly from the suit near the window momentarily blinding the coach. When his eyes adjusted, his mouth dropped open.
Some would call it an audacious aberration, and other would call it garash and tacky.
C98 simply said, "I'll take it." It fit perfectly.