Old Scores: Space Wolves vs Thousand Sons

This is the big one! The Hunt for Ahriman Part II just kicked up a notch!

Were you #TeamKraken or #TeamStylus?

I was #TeamKraken until I saw Bjorn's stats. Is it too late to change?

Bjorn To Be Wild

One day before the big battle? Nothing like a bit of brinkmanship to lend wings to your paintbrush.

Let's poke the bear!

Bug Bomb

Getting into Autumn already, here in Sweden. It's freezing! All the better to stay at home and paint models, although bluntly, that's true of almost any weather you care to name imho.

Competition time!

Buckle up for a big milestone - this blog is soon to reach 1000 posts!

And so we're giving away this big fella!

(Note: the battle is over, so the competition is now closed. Stay tuned for the winner!)

Shuffle The Pack

I've finally relented. My Space Wolves army is not going to be all Primaris.

Now, who let the dogs out?

EXT: Plasma Meter Station

A terrain commission! I'll give you three guesses whether it's for General Stylus or not.

Nothing But Blue Skies: Ultramarines vs Tyranids

The new Space Marine Codex - anyone curious to see how it handles? No? How about the new Ultramarines, then?

Still no? Damn you all. Luckily, I was, and so was General Hotspur, whose first name quite possibly is Ultramarines. To battle!

The Gallowsmen Cometh

All-new Necromunda? What's all this then?

Knife Guys Finish Last: Space Wolves vs Thousand Sons

"Where is Ahriman?" 

The voice of the Demon Prince echoed through the Warden's room. The trio of sorcerers knelt around him, each at the cardinal point of a septagraphic diagram, etched into the floor with consecrated acids. It was a courtesy more than anything, a ward that bent reality but a little, allowing the tides of the warp to flow more easily in the room and making it more comfortable for their visitor. Not that the creature seemed to have noticed, nor returned the courtesy. The atmosphere in the echoing chamber was distinctly strained.

"We do not know, Prince Fravash," the first sorcerer said. "He left us here weeks ago."

"And you call yourself bodyguards, Traducio?" the Demon sneered. "I came here to speak with your master. I am disappointed he thinks he can elude me. It is rude. He is rude. I am offended. Would that I could take issue with him in person. As it is, you three will have to do."

Fravash was a champion of the Changer of Ways. His turquoise armour was nearly transparent, an shimmering opal shell behind which you could just see shifting organs, mouths opening in silent screams and the flitting eyes of warp predators. He looked strong enough to rip open a tank, to speak nothing of the coruscating aura of arcane power billowing around him. The three sorcerers carefully avoided meeting his unblinking, red-rimmed gaze. 

The Demon Prince was clearly angry. One wrong word now could easily spell their doom. 

Angelophobia

Alright! Thanks to the incessant clamour in the comments, I'm finally giving in. This is how the Crypt Angels get their wings.

DZTV Open Day - Thousand Sons vs Tyranids

The DZTV Open Day continues - after lunch and a social, a second battle!

I also took part in one of the Big Debates with Liam.
Which I won. I mean, look at that power stance.

This time would be no tutorial, as The Court of Miracles were coming out of the box to face that legend of the Moarhammer channel, Mikey P himself!

Necromunda: Armoury Row II

Time for an apotheosis!

DZTV Open Day - Space Wolves vs Astra Militarum

The DZTV Open Day is over, and it was an absolute blast.

The thousand-yard stare of a man more accustomed to meeting his supporters one at a time, in a small room in Swindon.

More of which later. But first, let's have a battle!

Necromunda: Armoury Row I

Necromunda has been in danger of mouldering away in my cupboard, unplayed. As the game that really concreted me into social gaming at University, this was unacceptable! So I did something silly - I started a solo campaign.