Be'La dancing with Bludteef: Orks vs Daemons

Pootle here! My Ork Warlord, Bludteef, has once more been reassembled from the component parts strewn across the last battlefield he fought on and this time is leading an army drawn from the new codex; maybe that will inspire him to survive a game for the very first time...

Facing the Orks is a host of daemons led by Kasfunatu and, for the first time in nearly a year, we're playing face to face! Kas has painted up a fabulous Be'lakor model who will spearhead a host of Tzeentch and Slaanesh daemons.

Hexenhammer 2 - Templars' Revenge: Daemons vs Black Templars

After the thrashing the classic Ultramarines took in the previous game, Kas and I (Kraken) agreed on a second round. No classic marines this time, though, only Primaris - see if the new boys can improve on their original performance!

Hexenhammer: Daemons vs Ultramarines

Skypehammer! We invented it here on this blog, you know. Before the pandemic even made it necessary. Some even say we might have invented the internet purely to facilitate the game. Whatever the truth of this, it's time for another one, to carry on our traditions! 

The Greater Grope: T'au vs Slaanesh Daemons and Chaos Space Marines

Kas still has a battlefield in his kitchen, so it seems rude not to use it! The joys of lockdown and being single!

Pushed back in the Rylstone and very much on the defensive, the T'pau Sept now find their holdings assaulted from two sides. Crypt Saints from one direction and now their villainous counterparts from the other - it's the depraved Crypt Fallen and their Slaaneshi allies!

Daemons - they're Grrreat!: Crypt Saints vs Chaos Daemons

Their past catches up with them, as the Crypt Saints need to conquer their daemons once again...

A Little Fight Music: Chaos Daemons vs Adeptus Mechanicus

The sluice-gates of the Immaterium burst open, but will reality bite back?

Chaos Daemons vs Adeptus Mechanicus!

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.