Prince Edmund and friends

[Amalric]

Prince Edmund (aka Black Adder) in the hat, Lord Percy and squire Baldric at Richard III's short lived victory at Bosworth.



Some fun gents I painted up for my WotR inspired Dragon Rampart force.
Perry figures with a bit of resculpting on Baldric's banner hand that I mangled with the drill.

[commissarmoody]

The sound of hoof beats cross the glade!
Good folk, lock up your son and daughter!
Beware the deadly flashing blade,
unless you want to end up shorter!
Black Adder! Black Adder! He rides a pitch black steed!
Black Adder! Black Adder! He's very bad indeed!
Black - his gloves of finest mole.
Black - his codpiece made of metal.
His horse is blacker than a vole.
his pot is blacker than his kettle.
Black Adder! Black Adder! With many a cunning plan!
Black Adder! Black Adder! You horrid little man! 

[2010sunburst]

Absolutely love them!  I and some old friends of mine still occasionally quote the Spanish infanta at each other when we meet…..but then, we don’t get out much anymore 

[Captain Blood]

Nice idea 

[MaleGriffin]

Very clever! I love it!

[Metternich]

Harry: Ah, Edmund, there you are. Now, I know it's a little early, but
I'd just like to get these battle averages sorted out. Now then,
who did you kill to-day?
Edmund: [frightened] Erm... no-one.
Harry: No-one? Oh dear. Right, er, I'll put you down for a duck, then,
which, I'm afraid, takes you out of the running for the Legion of
Honour.
Edmund: Oh, I see, sorry! Sorry, I thought you meant had I killed
King Richard!
Harry: What?
Edmund: What...was the question?
Harry: [enunciated] Who did you kill to-day?
Edmund: Oh, I see. Er, right, er, let's see here... Erm...
[Baldrick, opposite of Harry from Edmund, mouths `Peasants!']
Edmund: Pedant.
Harry: [insulted] What!
Edmund: Pleasant... Pdnt... P... Pzz...
[Baldrick continues to mouth `Peasants!']
Edmund: Peasants! Peasants! There were a lot of peasants! Er, but they
don't really count, do they?
Harry: Only in the event of a tie. Nevertheless, how many did you kill?
Edmund: Oh, errr...
[Baldrick puts four fingers across his face, while Percy holds up
his palm.]
Edmund: Four...hand...handred...
[Percy continues to display his open palm.]
Edmund: Four handred... hand... Four hundred hand...fifty!
Harry: Four hundred and fifty? Good lord! That's three times more than
myself!
Edmund: Yes, well, I had a couple of lucky breaks.