As I had mentioned in my previous post, I’d picked up the army book, cards and miniatures for the Daughters of Khaine forces of Age of Sigmar. I’m not sure why these hadn’t caught my eye earlier, but I’ve got to say, the movement and posing of these Aelves is just gorgeous. The miniatures really get across the message that these are lithe, brutal killers, and bloody scary to boot.Continue reading “Daughters of Khaine – Kraith test mini”
Bloody hell. September? WTF??? Work has had me with my nose definitely at the grindstone. In fact, I haven’t picked up a paintbrush in over a month, which just won’t do. Since my last post, though, I have been busy painting and playing (yes actually playing!) More after the jump…Continue reading “Painted stuff!”
I’m super excited to be heading out to Adepticon tomorrow, to see all the cool stuff that I can’t afford, but mostly because I want to see if there will be any sneak peeks of the new Sisters of Battle.
Anyhoo, last week I sallied forth up to Grognard Games and played my first ever game of DeepWars by Antimatter Games, a rule set based on the Song of Blades and Heroes engine by Ganesha Games. It was actually at Adepticon a few years back that I saw the demo games being played there and was immediately struck by the fact that this was a game set in the unfathomable deeps, where dive-suit clad fortune hunters pit their wits against all manner of enemies in the quest for fortune and glory. (Unashamed Indiana Jones reference there, kid).Continue reading “First game of DeepWars.”
By The Emperor! I spent two hours kicking off the saga that will be painting the Forge World Horus figure… and it looks like I’ve done nothing! Now I had made a sort-of-unofficial vow that I wouldn’t post WIP pictures on here anymore, as for a while that’s all this blog seemed to consist of, but as this will be a rather large ongoing project I feel it’s OK in this case.Continue reading “Horus Lupercal – Work begins!”
Now that Chiberia/Ice Planet Hoth seems to be retreating, life seems to be returning to normal. I recently picked up a copy of ‘A Song of Blades and Heroes’ by Ganesha Games as I wanted to use a simple and fun rule set to give me an excuse to put together a warband using the Pantheon of Chaos figures I picked up a little while ago through the Knightmare Miniatures Kickstarter campaigns.Continue reading “Pantheon of Chaos – Warband nostalgia!”
Welcome friends! As I sit and write, I can’t quite get my head round that we are already two thirds the way through January! The last several weeks have been somewhat of a whirlwind with the holidays, family coming in from overseas and the onset of a frigid winter. While we have retired to winter quarters for the cold months, I’ve had little time for picking up a brush. I don’t know about any of you lot, but if I don’t get at least a couple hours a week at the painting table, I get cranky.Continue reading “A little more Bushido – Taka and Wrath.”
Greetings all! A friend of mine is dipping his toe into the turbulent universe of 40K, and wanted to try out Kill Team to get a feel for it. His army of choice is Orks, and I thought this would be a good way to get things rolling with my Death Guard. So to that end, I wrote up a quick opening narrative to set the stage. Here goes:
It was a miserable day. The low-hanging purple-hued clouds were raining down, the acidic rain leaving a slightly bitter tang in the air,akin to ozone. The mud was thick and cloying, sucking at the slow, deliberate footfalls which would have sent a lesser man sprawling. Here and there the mud changed color due to gouts of ichor that had been spilled. Occasionally a hand or a torso could be spotted. The buzzing of the flies was noticeable and threatened to drown out the downpour of the acid rain.
Craters pock-marked the ground, sulphuric vapor hung heavy across the scene of carnage as though trying to veil the bloodbath that had occurred just moments before. The scene looked almost surreal, like one of the expressionist paintings that were created on Terra centuries ago. A feverish, nightmarish vision of ‘hell’.
“hell…” a voice mused.
There followed a wet, rasping noise from the vox grille, which was evidently laughter, but sounding more like a sickly gurgle from mucous thick lungs.
“It appears that the greenskins have dug in and think they can deny us what is rightfully ours. They are stubborn, but they will fall as though wheat before the scythe. We must show them the price of their misjudgment”
Vanis Bubonicus stepped up onto the crest of a rocky outcrop and surveyed the area before him. Across the mired landscape he could see the citadel which contained what they had come for: forbidden xenos technology that had been vaulted by the loyalist Mechanicum. A vanguard of Orks had intercepted their data scans and had also made planetfall in an attempt to take the artifacts for themselves. Brutish they may be, but it belied the cunning beneath, something which Vanis both admired and loathed. To underestimate the greenskins meant death.
Vanis half turned his head to his second in command, Lothar the Impure, who stood seven paces behind him.
“We press the assault brother, let us take the artifacts and lay waste to our enemies. Determined and methodical, as our gene father taught us”
“As you wish my lord” replied Lothar before turning away to relay the orders to the squad.
Vanis tilted his head slightly, as though listening to words only he could hear. The unnatural horns protruding from his helm making his visage look like that of a daemon prince. As the squad of Death Guard walked up the incline toward their leader,they saw him gesture with his hand, and with that the droning of flies became louder. Suddenly they were surrounded by obscene flying insects, a cloud of bloated thoraxes and proboscis’, a living, flying death. The nurglings that clung to Vanis’ armor squealed with delight. Another gesture from Vanis’ hand and the cloud of flies surged forward, down from their position toward the Ork lines.
Vanis turned to his squad and spoke. A voice like crushed granite addressed them.
“Onward, my brothers. Today we bring the gifts of Plaguefather Nurgle to this planet, let us make him proud of our victory. Onward my brothers, to the citadel and to our prize. Let none stand in our way. Onward, for Mortarion and for the Plaguefather!”