A New Term At Woffwarts

 Don't bother with the Sorting Hat: they're all wrong 'uns!

Sexy, Sexy Contrast

My whistlestop tour of Contrast paints for Chaos Daemons continues with the toughest challenge of all - Slaanesh!

Let's keep it PG-13, please.

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. 

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!

Jet lag cure!

So I found a new cure for jetlag...

I got home from India at 1pm on Sunday, and after doing the usual washing, showering, food and unpacking I mulled over the best course of action for my day.

So after a bit of pottering, I picked up 12 undercoated seekers, and set about getting to work.

They are not quite done, but with base coat on steed, and highlight, and skins, metal and washes on the riders means I have black, final highlight and couple of bits of tidying and bases to do. I was initially planning on doing a single unit - but the semi-comatose brain, I ended up factory lining all twelve.

Want to play a game... how about hide and seek!

I see you