Battle over the Malcador river

Following on from my last post, here is a quick update on my memoir 40k narrative campaign. As an ork force tied up the space marines reserves at the Ormffidian river forks, they struck out to secure the bridges over the Malcador river. In this scenario, I decided to play using the more traditional victory

Packing away Christmas & Going on Campaign

Over the Christmas holiday I have been playing plenty of games of Memoir 40k, attempting to tighten-up the rules and stat-lines. I now have a very workable set of 60 command cards which is composed mainly of Memoir ’44 cards, along with leader cards from C&C Ancients and “hit & run” cards from Battlecry. This

Memoir ’40k

Tac Epic I have been settling in to my new gaming room rather nicely over the past couple of weeks and it’s given me the opportunity to spend some time playing more games, including a fair amount of solo play and games designing. I have been adapting the basic rules ideas from Richard Borg’s excellent

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

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

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

Fantasy Visions

As I eluded to in my previous post, I have been busy painting miniatures for the sheer enjoyment and here is just a small selection of the results:

Mob Rules

Following-on from my previous post, here is a little clan of miniatures which I’ve had knocking around in the ‘bitz box’ for some considerable time and I have spent the last week or so painting up. The miniatures themselves are old 1990s era Games Workshop Orcs, with hoplite shields from Magister Militum. Orc glyph transfers have been