As part of my greater "Warhammer Quest/Generic Dungeoneering/Chanson de Geste/Generic Fantasy" snowballing Frankensteinian hybrid project over on the workbench, I've painted a brave knight and his fighting retinue.
This marks the completion this project's first, and probably largest, warband and the core of the Chanson de Geste part of the project. So I decided to take some extra time to make some better pictures than my usual workbench snapshots.
Here goes...Action!
Our brave hero bursts forth from the forests surrounding Dreadshade Crags, his retinue close behind!
They seem very eager to save La Belle Dame Mygraine. She is in quite a bit of distress, shackled to a rock like that, in nowt but her chemise, and to make it worse, it has been raining all day... Her cries of misery ring through the woods.

But why has she been mistreated so?
Well, she is to be the most recent biannual ritual sacrifice to Grand Mal, the demon-lizard of Dreadshade Crags.
He doesn't seem to be too happy about being disturbed at dinner time...

At the sight of the hated beast, Sir Lucien spurs his charger!
Soon he is unhorsed, but rises quickly resumes the fight on foot.
La Belle Mygraine remains a captivated(captive?) audience to this clash of blade versus claw. In her fear she cries out, sharply and repeatedly.

The knight's retinue manages to surround the best, forcing it to face their master!
And still La Belle is forced to watch on as others decide her fate... (I do wish she would stop screeching and wailing though, it's giving me a headache!)

Warily, the two enemies circle each other, until, suddenly, Sir Lucien lunges forward and strikes the killing blow! The Damsel is still wailing distressingly...

The heroic deed achieved, our young Lord and his retinue pose for the Heralds and troubadours present as La Belle howls her joy at being saved in the background.

Once the preliminary sketches and verses have been made by the chroniclers, our good knight sidles over to his squire and whispers: "Quickly, fetch me the keys to those manacles! Oh, and a gag! She won't shut up and my head aches so from her incessant wailing...."