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Miniatures Adventure => Fantasy Adventures => Topic started by: joe5mc on May 10, 2014, 01:58:24 PM
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I like the GW LOTR Witch King model, except for the huge flail...
(https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7319/13964859637_d2d8915172_o.jpg)
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Nice conversion of a nice miniature. And yes indeed. That flail is a bit odd not realy fitting a terrible creature such as the Witch King.
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Nice. I agree that the weapon in the movie and on the miniature was somehow hilarious and not really fitting.
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What was it that the Witch King wielded in the book? I can't remember.
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What was it that the Witch King wielded in the book? I can't remember.
A mace if my mind doesn't deceive me.
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He uses a mace in the the fight with Eowyn and then brings out the flaming sword when he confronts Gandalf.
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He uses a mace in the the fight with Eowyn and then brings out the flaming sword when he confronts Gandalf.
He actually first confronts Gandalf at the gate of Minath Tirith, then hears the horn of Theoden and rides away to meet this new threat.
I don't remember if he actually had that flaming sword in the book. He doesn't break any staff though, as far as I remember (I haven't read the books within the last year or two).
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nice conversion! I kike it better than PJ's flail.
I've tried, but I cannot help it. Here you are the quotes in order:
In rode the Lord of the Nazgūl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgūl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dķnen.
'You cannot enter here,' said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. 'Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!'
The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter. 'Old fool!' he said. 'Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know
Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!' And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.
Upon it sat a shape, black-mantled, huge and threatening. A crown of steel he bore, but between rim and robe naught was there to see, save only a deadly gleam of eyes: the Lord of the Nazgūl. To the air he had returned, summoning his steed ere the darkness failed, and now he was come again, ringing ruin, turning hope to despair, and victory to death. A great black mace he wielded.