Wizards' Cup Final: Cup and Sorcery

The Final of the Wizards' Cup has arrived!

In the purple corner is the overwhelming tournament favourite: the Lore of Death, who have sailed through the qualifiers on the back of public acclaim and anti-character spells.

In the grey corner is the plucky underdog, who seem to have staggered into the final though remarkable luck, favourable decisions and the wisdom of an old Okinawan karate teacher.

Wax on...

And so Kraken and I took up arms to determine the Eight College Champion!

EXT: Engraved Tomb

Possibly more of an INT, this. 

If I had the money, I'd get a real one of these for myself. As it is, I'll just have to be buried underneath this one.

Death and Shadow

"Is he dead?" the masked man asked.

"The Pharoah is avenged!" the second one replied, holding his bloody hammer aloft. The announcement did nothing to prevent the panic of their fellows, running amock over the many tiers of the Deliverance Engine. Whirling pistons and shrieking valves did nothing but add to the picture of bedlam. A man balancing in a large copper dish in the middle of it all really wasn't going to make any difference, even if he was waving a gory hammer and yelling about revenge.

"His body!" the first Shining Sun cultist asked. "What's happening to it?"

The hammer-wielder looked down. At his feet, the corpse of the shadow wizard was folding in on itself. He could feel it melting under him, collapsing like a bag of snow in an oven.

"I don't understand," he managed to say.

And then there was light.

Roaring He Shall Rise

Bruno walked down the ruined street in silent awe.

The witch hunter Schorsch Undrache paced warily alongside him, axe in hand. Their feet scraped on the cobbles. It was the only sound after the battle. Running through the streets behind his master, unable to keep up, they'd heard the roar of the fight. Screams, the clatter of steel on steel, clarions trying to restore military order.

Then a great blaze of light, a great grinding sound like the rolling of massive millstones, and silence.

Dying of the Light

The Pharoah's head exploded with a sound like a hippo biting on a cabbage.

Skarloc and Pals

Let's start the Wood Elf army with an Oldhammer classic - the legendary Regiment of Renown: Skarloc's Wood Elf Archers!

Originally came with "runesword with runes of swiftness, armour and protection"
(whatever the hell that does).

"The Hooded One"

'Slotta Decisions

As well as painting up my Wood Elf leadpile, I'll also be rebasing my existing army (as part of my obsessive-compulsive therapy mass-magnetization process).

Before that can begin, there is the matter of basing. What kind of flock and what colour slottabase should I choose? This will require some thinking: the slottabases will be the only constant colour in the project, and will define its character and theme, the very nature of the whole army. Such a weighty choice...

Calm down Ollivander, it's only a pot of paint.

Awakening Of The Wood

Frequent visitors to my general's page (I know you're out there, those traffic numbers aren't just from me checking my spelling on a daily basis) may be aware that I've pledged to field Wood Elves for WoffBoot IX.

Champions of WoffBoot II - the Twang! Gang are back!

After several months going round and round the magic circle of my Empire wizards, I thought I'd better crack on and actually paint the army.

If I start early enough, I can avoid my usual habit of frantic painting sessions in the last few weeks before the tournament.

(SPOILER: I am going to be frantically painting Wood Elves in the last few weeks before the tournament).