Knockramunda Semifinal: Corpse Grinder Cult vs Cawdor

Jarri, I'm more jittery than a juve on flects! 

It might just be our shared metabolism, Blaargh, but I feel the tension too. It's the second and final semi-final night, Hivers, and we're out in the wastes!

KnockRat Quarter Final: Slave Ogryns vs Cawdor

 ...which is why you need to remove the poison glands before you stew it, otherwise you end up paralysed. 

Sorry to interrupt you there, Granny Bilgeputter, and thanks for keeping the listeners entertained during that short hiatus. But we're back, live at tonight's arena for the final KnockRat quarter-final!  

KnockRat Qualifier: Orlocks vs Chaos Helot Cult - Fight!

The gantries are lighting up, the bulkheads are grinding open and blood is already being spilled in the locker rooms. It must be Knockramundout Time!

KnockRat Qualifier: Ironhead Squats vs Cawdor - Fight!

What time is it? Say it with me, violence fans, it's...

Knockramundout Time!

Trapped!

The final dark days of the Delaque are upon them. 

The Saints of Detritus

 Someone's been putting the Cor! in Cawdor!

Gunfire Night

November - a good month to finish things!

Bar Gain Basement

So the Low Bar was closed for renovation. Rebuilding, really, if you wanted to be accurate, since the Saints of Detritus had redistributed most of the place across a half a hive dome. Anyone who wanted a hit of Wild Snake had to stand in line outside Father von Kurtz's Communion Kitchen and say a prayer for their soul. Nobody was happy about it, but unhappiness doesn't get you drunk, so muttering a Throne Hail seemed better than nothing. 

The Delaque weren't taking it lying down, of course. The shifty S.O.B.s threw a few credits around, paid people to look elsewhere, and as soon as the line cleared, they started shooting. 

Brawl Bar Gun

Nobody knew exactly when Deacon Frost started drinking, but everybody knew when it became a problem. 

For Whom the Bridge Tolls

 

Shadows and dirt!

The Bald and the Bellicose

 I've had a bit of a Necromunda renaissance here at home. 

Battle Report: The Siege of Rylstone Keep

Chapter Master Kasfunatius, Lord of the Crypt Angels, has once more engaged the fell mechanisms of the Casket of Dust. Perhaps in hope of recreating the Rubicon Primaris in his own way, the Chapter Master has sealed himself inside the device, safe inside the walls of the Rylstone Keep.

Or is he safe? No sooner is the Casket activated when an unprecedented Warp Storm blows up, encircling the Keep and preventing the defensive troops from communicating with the rest of the Chapter. 

From the storm, a tide of daemons emerges. Greater Daemons of every hue, an endless swarm of lesser creatures at their heels. Captain Jereann and Codicier Ibrani, both of the newly arisen 11th Company, must command the defenders and awaken a trio of Knights to prevent the daemonic incursion from taking their Chapter Master!

Yeah, we got carried away for the final battle of the 'Boot. It's Crypt Angels vs Daemons, 5000 points a side. 

Stylus and I are taking control of the Crypt Angels, Generals Kas, Leofa and Bubonicus are the Daemons. Playing on a T-shaped board, using as much of Kas's collection as we possibly can, in a home-brew narrative scenario game on a scale none of us have attempted before. Nothing can possibly go wrong!