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

Decemb-uary painting update #2

I have been slowly plugging away at my Iron Eagles dreadnought and have finally started to hit my stride. I look forward to sitting down at the painting desk in the evenings and cracking out the paints. The metallics have been laid down and highlighted, and I am now working on the purity seals.

Space Crusade – Solo Recon

Recon Having some time on my hands on friday evening, I decided to set up and play a solo variation of Space Crusade, using a few rules I had devised to supplement the core rules. After securing a bridge-head (mission #1) upon the Ork hulk, the Iron Eagles sent a task force, lead by venerable

Mission 1 – Bridge-head

The Space Crusade campaign that I have been planning for sometime was kicked off recently, when I got together with Graham to play the first mission in the ‘cleansing of Spatium Turci’. Graham took command of the intrepid space marines task force whilst I got in touch with my inner greenskin as Warboss Tinpot to

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