Since boyhood I’ve detested the early Imperial Roman armies. Tediously invincible by most rules, in monotonous ranks only livened by the occasional senior peacock. It’s time to sodomize history. I think mandatory provocator helmets for the legio lumpen might be a step forward.
Maybe the secutor. In black enamel for a culturally precocious BDSM look. I’m reading the Osprey gladiator title and it seems pretty clear to me than the venerable McBride had a hot thing for xtra-beefy Mediterranean dudes.
Apologies, Cerdic. I just got back in town (Las Vegas) and I was adjusting to the 110° heat with a fifth of Knob Creek. I do, however, stand by my appraisal of the Early Roman Army and the late Mr. McBride’s penchant for thick, swarthy male thighs.
In passing I should note that I did not intend to lump the respected illustrator with that subset within our mighty hobby that craves the meaty smack of the magic batons of tawny jungle he-feys.
Nothing wrong with interpreting historical armies in whatever way you want. I am starting to paint a British army for the American War of Independence using Baccus figures. I am considering painting the rebels as if they are undead, and using a spare necromancer figure for their general.