Well, some of them, at least...
Here's a fine body of men, stalwart of demeanour and stout of heart. They display the stoicism for which the sons of Caledonia have become famous.
The lads below, on the other hand, are an altogether different proposition.
Yes, this means that, all bar the Warlord are now completed to a playable standard. So here's the assembled multitude by way of summary;
A bit of tidying up, and it's on to the basing - should I see if I can lay hands on some Viking casualty figs to decorate the scene a bit?
And where to from here? I still have a point of Hearthguard in their blister pack, or I could assemble those formidable Hebridean hired swords, the Sons of Death. Either way, I'll have to move pretty smartly, since my illustrious adversaries Millsy and Nug are both recruiting formidable warbands of their own! Mayhap the borders will be aflame with red war sooner rather than later...