Immortal Idols

As the interlopers sneak through the undercity, they alight upon an ancient statue. Emerald onyx shimmers in the ever dancing flames of the braziers that flank the effigy. The icon of the immortal God-king is magnificent and noble in aspect and at its base, votive candles, minor Shrines and macabre offerings lie scattered in the

Hell’s Bells!

“From a realm of chaos and madness they came, aberrations and madmen, vomited forth from hell with nothing upon their insidious minds but slaughter and desecration. They were legion and no mortal force could stand in their way…” As I mentioned in my earlier post, I procured a copy of Warhammer Quest: Shadows Over Hammerhal

board of wargaming?

Over the past few months I have found myself wandering away from table-top wargames, toward miniature board-games. This has been due mainly to the ease by which games like Space Crusade can be set-up and played, within a single gaming session, rather than the two or three sessions it takes to play out Epic battles. I have made mention before

AoS: Death & Destruction

Sat in his lair, Orruck warlord Naythorn Pain of the Ootribe was not at all content with the general lack of violence and debauchery of late. It had been a slow year and sitting around twiddling his thumbs sat ill with him, there were foes to best and land to pillage, yet none would take on

Beware the Shaggoth!

At the border of the manling domain of Sylea, where the verdant land is pierced by the jagged peaks of the Dracos Tooth mountain range, the gateway to the Dead Lands. Many foul beasts make their lair within the mountains, but none are more abhorrent than the loathsome Shaggoth! This abberation is said to be part

Bird-brains & Devil-dogs

” With your heart beating in your ears and your breath ragged in your lungs, you flee for your life. The distant hills echo with the howls of beasts and you know that they have your scent. Doom comes on necrotic paws and you realise that you cannot out-run the relentless advance of death itself.

Leader of the Pack

The Sun shone pleasantly down upon the sylvan glade, bathing all in its warm rays. Insects buzzed lazily through the trees and a deer grazed upon the lush grasses. All was well with the world…. but such peaceful bliss simply couldn’t last. A pall of dust lay heavily upon the horizon to the South, and in

Arachnophobia

From the sylvan depths come insectile susurrations, many eyes wink in and out of existence, glowing with a malignant intelligence. A sudden skittering movement and emerald fronds rustle with the passage of some unseen creature.. Suddenly, with blinding speed, the undergrowth explodes into life as giant arachnids burst forth. Upon their backs, giving voice to high-pitched

Dust & Bones

Two figures walk through the blazing midday sun, ignoring the oppresive heat as they move amid the desert dunes with tireless conviction. The first figure strides with purpose, planting her staff into the sand with each step she takes. The other sits, stoop-backed, on its wiry mount… After weeks of unceasing trek, ruined statues and

Welcome to the new Age… of Sigmar

Knowing me knowing you(tube) I, like many a miniature gamer, spend a lot of time painting, and for entertainment enjoy nothing more than to watch (or at least listen) to YouTube whilst I’m doing so. Now there are a lot of entertaining folks out there in the YouTube community sharing their hobby and one such