'Core Unit

Fielding Warriors of Chaos is rather like leading the Labour Party. There's always problems with the leadership.

A Shaman And His 'Spolding Staff

The Weirdnob Shaman - I finally get to paint an Ironjaw without any old iron!

Oh, I wouldn't give ya tuppence for ya old watch chain...

Waaagh! are we waiting for?

Et Tu Brute

The Ironjawz Waaagh! continues apace, and I can tick the second unit of Brutes from my checklist.

Check, mate

All Aboard The Megaboss

With little more than a week until WoffBoot XI, I'd better get cracking and finish at least one of the two armies I'm bringing.

Let's start with the Megaboss!

Shut up Google Images, you know what I mean.

Cold Northern Warbands

The North has Risen Again!

Night Night

The Crypt Angels have been feeling neglected.

Brute Force

Look at what my family got me for Christmas!

Translation: look at what I bought for myself once I'd returned all my presents

These very welcome and short-lived Battleforce bundles from Games Workshop are jaw-droppingly good value. If they repeated this exercise, I'd be in serious danger of buying one each year.

Let's get started: Big Wunz Iz Da Best!

Any Old Iron: Ironjawz vs Disciples of Tzeentch

Bulla, Megaboss of Da Flat Iron Clan and warlord of Da Wasted Plains, gave a hard stare to the stone icon, then headbutted it. He didn't like the way that vulture head was looking at him, so he smashed his forehead into it for a second time. The stone was starting to crumble. Good, he thought. Gork damn him if he was going to take any cheek from a statue.

"Dey are coming for it," said his Warchanter, Groll, tapping out his two stikks while he spoke. They had not reached the ear-bursting beat of battle, but the gods-infused stikks were knocking out an impatient tempo. Every heartbeat brought them closer to slaughter.

"Da humies?" Bulla asked. His outriders had seen a large mob of chaos-worshippers drawing close, dragging a large casket of loot behind them.

Groll nodded at the cracked icon. "Dey want dis one, and the one on the uvver side of town."

Bulla thumped his meaty fist against his breastplate. A shower of rust flaked away, but there were still many inches of pig-iron covering several more inches of thick Orruk muscle. "Get da ladz. We'll pull 'em into our jawz, den crush 'em."

The Warchanter gave both Gorkskikk and Morkstikk a determined bash, igniting the green Waaagh! power within. "It's gonna be an 'ard day's night."

Melt down the ferrite!
It's All-Skype Fight Night!

The Ark of Alternatives campaign continues apace (that pace being once a month). This time, I Stylus, will be bringing a new faction to play, hastily painted up during the bank holiday: the Ironjawz!