World Beater: Chaos Space Marines vs World Eaters

Time for my first tenth ed game as a training dummy!

Escape to Reality: Thousand Sons vs Chaos Daemons

The Hunt for Ahriman campaign concludes tonight! Does that slippery little Exile have one more trick up his sleeve?

Free!

Ahriman fell into a spiralling hell of colour and noise as he fell through the warp rift. For several seconds, neither time nor space had meaning. Everything was mutable - distance, physics, his own identity, the eventual destiny of the galaxy, everything. 

But he had been here before. Giving into this malleability would make everything that came before meaningless. A few hastily spoken wards stabilised him as he needed himself, and allowed a moment of reflection. 

Merely by having a will to express, he was already shaping the warpstuff around him. Whatever its true form, it was focussing itself into locations, physical places that his mind could understand. Fragments of a broken empire, hanging in space. Much like the reality he knew lay beyond, and also like that, his for the taking. No, that temptation wasn't worth giving in to. He had too much staked in reality. Hurriedly, he moved on.

As he moved, he searched. And before long, he found what he was looking for - a way out. A hanging oval, spinning around a point disconcertingly off-centre, with a hazy vista of broken rock and asphalt barely visible. Whatever benighted planet it was on, it would be safer than here. 

Moving towards it, he could hear the hoots and shrieks that justified his haste. He was not alone. Perhaps some of the denizens of the warp would serve him, for a time. But not all would be aligned with his goals, nor his expressed allegiance. 

Time to escape. 

Nameless vs Soulless: Chaos Daemons vs Necrons

Release the Neverborn!

It's new army time all round - I finally get to take my Chaos Daemons for a spin, and they'll be pitted against local opponent Rapid's shiny new Necrons (only sixty million years on the clock).

Bloody, Bloody Contrast

Before things get too rotting and slimy... here are the Khorne Daemons!

You've got red on you... 

A Sense of Purgency: Tyranids vs Chaos Marines and Daemons

In our last clash, General Pootle's Daemons fell foul of the Tyranid gunline. Something tells me he's out for revenge, and he won't stop until he's cracked the bug problem. This time, the Daemons are bringing Chaos Marines as backup. 

Will they succeed? Or can I, General Kraken, preserve the winning streak of my insectile chums?

Power armour whets my appetite!
It's All-Skype Fight Night!

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!

Woffboot XIII: Painting Elf

I'm a very early riser. Getting up a couple of hours before the other 'Booters gave me free time to fill. Some of that went on poring over army books, some of it went on eating breakfast (in that order, too) and the rest went on painting miniatures furtively like a Hobby Dobby. Here are the results!

Still Angry After All These Years

Tonight we're going to slaughter like it's 1999!

And as every married man knows, the 20th Anniversary is the chainaxe one!

10 Angry Men

I couldn't do the full twelve. Khorne didn't have the patience.

Gorechosen: Anger Management

It's been a few months since I rushed through sufficient basecoats to play Gorechosen with my family at Christmas (and got my anvil handed to me), but I've finally finished off the Red Hand Gang.

Imagine this walk in slow-motion and it would be AWESOME.

Let's meet the Fab Four!