Christmas Bonus

A score of tiny catapults would have been no way to leave the Advent Challenge, really. So I kept on going.

Get On The Ready Line!

Dear Mum,

I am having a lovely time in the Imperial Guard, and have now joined my company. I have also been given my very own uniform, a nutri-ration pack (2 days’ worth, a feast!) and a four-volume copy of the Regimental Regulations.

Candlemass is coming!

Roasting On An Open Fyreslayer

I didn't think I'd stacked the deck in favour of The Silver Tower, but along comes another model from Santa (the fifth one in ten draws).

At least it's a single model, so let's stoke up the fire (fyre)!

Chukka 'Nother Log On the Fire

This Naughty List assignment should have been an easy swing for me: rebase a couple of war machines.

But most of my painting time this week has been eaten up by travel, so this turned into a very close-run thing.

Painting by the seat of my pants.

Of course, no-one forced me to add a couple of bullies to the mix. That was my own silly fault.

A-Scuttling We Shall Go

Santa's not messing around. He really wants me to finish this Silver Tower set.

It's the Grot Scuttlings! They may be from the Naughty List, but if I can't rush out eight goblins, then I might as well hand in my paintbrushes.

Silver Hells

Another check on the Nice List. Santa loves me!

It's the Gaunt Summoner! The toughest model in the set. Santa hates me!

Merry Christmas, Darkling

Another Nice List assignment, and my third attempt at pale skin.

Oh mercy, this flatters no-one.

I feel like Santa is grading me on a curve.

All I Want For Christmas Is You (Off My Back)

Santa was kind to me: another single model from the Nice List, and this is one I've really been looking forward to.

Rod Hell & Emo

Say hello to The Curseling and his Little Friend!

Die Shard

I thought this title was a great pun on everyone's favourite Christmas bullet-buffet, Die Hard.

Now I'm thinking it will just bring in confused German readers looking for 'The Shard'.

Skippee ki yay!

But to the point: my first roll on the Nice List has arrived! The Tenebreal Shard from Warhammer Quest: Silver Tower.

In The Bleak Middenheimer...

My third day of the Advent challenge, and my third strike on the Naughty List. I can't really complain, Santa knows what I've been up to.

So here's a selection box of Mordheim goodies!

Stormcast Liberators (Swindon - Con hold)

With one Naughty List item under my belt, I confidently awaited my next roll: another Naughty List.

Oh Come, Only The Faithful!

Namely, the Stormcast Liberators I've had sitting around since June. To arms, brothers!

Elves Off The Shelves

My first swing at the Advent Painting Challenge, and I get a roll on the Naughty List: Lord of the Rings Elves!

Let's face it: it was the only way I was getting more of them painted.

Christmas is Coming

My ass is getting fat

Please put a bolt round 

Through the old man's hat

Oh, happy days! 'Tis Woffvent once again, and thus some daily seasonal posting.

Deadwatch

The Woffboot Chronicles wish you a 

Merry Grim Christmas Darkmas!

And that, neophyte Watkins, is why we don't take our helmets off in space.

Devils From The Realms Of Glory

On the twenty-fourth day of Advent the WoffBoot brought to me ... the gates of hell opened!

The last day of the Advent traditionally has the biggest door - so buckle up for this update!

The Coming of the Magi

Oh so close. You can almost taste the brandy butter.

Payment Clause Is Coming To Town

On the twenty-second day of Advent the WoffBoot brought to me ... a fat man with a white beard.

And he's ho-ho-homicidal!

Battle at the Fords: Anglo-Saxons vs Vikings

And now for that most festive of Christmas traditions - Dark Age slaughter!

"Dear Lindisfarne Monks,
You were out when we called, so your sack and pillage has been left with a neighbour.
Love and hugs, The Vikings."

Ketill was angry after the attack on the tower failed. "If even the peasants in this land can beat us," he said, "there is little chance any of us will be remember fondly back home." His men didn't agree, as they all wanted nothing more than to go home and lick their wounds at this point, but they were all too scared of Ketill to say so.

Ketill made them row the boats a way up the river during the night while the Saxons were still celebrating their victory up on the hill. The river soon became marshy on one side, then the other, and finally there was nowhere to row as the bottom was too shallow and covered in reeds. Ketill knew where the Saxons had come from and reasoned their towns must be on the south bank, so he gave the order to put ashore there.

It was hard going wading through the marsh at night, and the men moaned a lot. But after some tough going, they reached a causeway made of reeds that clearly led somewhere.

"This is our chance for revenge," Ketill said. "Their town must be over there. We will burn it before dawn. Draw swords and tread light..."

It's All-Skype Fight Night!

A Nice Cup Of Grognog!

On the twentieth day of Advent the WoffBoot brought to me ... a wee snifter to keep out the cold.

Don't worry, he won't bite.
Just bark.

Mugs at the ready!

The Beard's Head Carol

This guy knows his doors. Look him up.