Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe...
A bit of a blast from the past this one...
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!
Looking through my display cabinet I glanced up this creation of mine from many moons ago, a Jabberwocky ! I am not sure but I think its an old Citadel miniatures figure... To give you an idea of size, its mounted on a GW 40mm square base.
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
It always reminds of that rather weird and quirky 'Python' movie - Jabberwocky, with Michael Palin;
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And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
A rather characterful Beastie, I love the leering head and oddly vestigial wings...
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
I wondered if I might be able to ally it in with my Prussians for GASLIGHT, or maybe use it as a proxy for one of the weird and wonderful EotD hirelings...?
Grrrrrr !
I can't quite recall when I painted this, probably some time back in the 90's... I have a feeling I got it to add to a planned Chaos WFB army that never materialized... I don't think its ever seen the tabletop in anger, hopefully that may change one day...
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872
Lewis Carroll





