It started small and sensible. A miniature of an ork with one foot on a helmet to give him a more dynamic pose, or a dragon attached to a rocky protrusion to suggest flight. Somewhere in the years since then we lost our way. We went too far. We climbed too boldly and too steep, and we ended up with a dwarf, a member of a species defined by their status as short kings, absurdly perched mid-leap off the head of a fallen statue so he can look tall and dramatic on the tabletop.
He's far from the only sinner. Look at Maugan Ra, the Phoenix Lord of the Dark Reapers, straddling two separate tactical rocks at once so he can stand in a power pose as if he's just been appointed home secretary. He doesn't look ready to harvest souls, he looks ready to pull off a guitar solo with too much deedly-deedly in it.
