Up-Chucking Monkeys

Drunken Sigmarines are ready to do battle!  To be honest I've played more games with these guys in the last 2 weeks than I have 40k in the last 2 months.  I'm just as shit at Nightvault as I am at 40k mind, but its a hell of a fun game and the beatings don't last as long.  It doesn't help that our local group plays in the pub.  Actually that does help.  It allows me to combine two of my favourite things.

I couldn't find tankards big enough to equip them with so had to get creative.  Rob Singers offered to give me a load of useful bits to help me out but I didn't turn up to our coffee date to collect them.  Sorry, Rob but I'm true to my word (in some respects) and have named them after you: Stormsinger's Curseflingers. From left to right: Eilís Morrígan, Anal Stormsinger and Seamus the Disarmed.

 Stormsinger is carrying a lidded tankard made out of Dwarf Hammerers helmets and weapons.   Eilís has a goblet made out of a hammer head and Seamus' stein is a lantern off the back of a Mortis Engine.  I had to do some excruciating green/grey stuffing in order to repose them, especially Seamus.  I think I'll only get to see how well I did when they are fully painted.

The idea is that they are a troupe of drunken bards and destroy their foes with curses so vile that they can break your will, induce catatonia or make your ears melt. The bards become intoxicated instead of inspired and if all else fails, they throw up on you.

Anyway, this is a sure sign that I am still falling to Chaos. Any self respecting devotee of the Stormcast Eternals should find this intolerable.  Is there a plausible way you can depict drunken Sigmarines in the lore? I don't know why I feel the need to pervert decent models like this but it probably reveals a deep seated corruption in my soul.