The Sacred Band of X
It’s been a while but I’ve started in on my Dominion box and my backlog of new style Stormcast. I feel like I want a big chunk in the same paint scheme and so the Sacred Band of (to be decided) is born.
#OPC15 – Finished
Young Fliss Bonnet was in the woods when she heard a bizarre noise, something like a trumpet being strangled as a cat yowled piteously. She froze in fear but then as it sounded again she realised that she recognised it. The circus had arrived! And it’s done. I’m a bit disappointed with the tent, the…
#OPC15 – Update 1
The project advances… Slowly. Big disappointment as an elephant kit from Victrix was firstly lost by the post office, and then when it finally arrived was a bunch of Norman shield transfers 😭 Victrix are sending the new kit now but I’d hoped to be able to scale the tent big enough to fit the…
#OPC15 – Hobby Project
So, I’m a regular viewer of the YouTube “Plastic Crack Podcast” and they have a monthly unofficial online painting challenge on their Facebook page (unofficial as in there’s no prizes and the podcast fellas don’t run the challenge). For instance, last year these included painting a bust and also a box diorama which encouraged me…
The Continuing Adventures (aka Killing Spree) of Pedro y Pascal, the Murder Mules: Just Passing Through.
Our intrepid, but extremely amateur vampire hunters were unaware of the danger they had placed themselves in by chasing the vampire back to it’s lair. Fortunately for them, Pedro y Pascal wandered by, took a sideways squint at the creature and kicked their vampiric quarry to death. Later the amateur vampire hunters stumbled upon the…
Pedro y Pascal – The Murder Mules!
The last thing Señor Bárbaro saw, as the life was choked out of him, was Pedro y Pascal the mules. They stood over him and watched with an intensity he’d never seen in them before. He clawed desperately at the foot Pascal had on the rope that had somehow gotten twisted around his neck but…
The Search Party
Tense silence filled Estabiel Thunderstar’s command tent as he carefully pored over the letter that Etesian, the Quartos of the Zephyrrum Corps had found in the scattered belongings that Mage Havard had left behind. “So!” Thunderstar snapped suddenly, making both Etesian and the Piper start in surprise. “He has gone. Rushed off with some hare-brained…
The Path of Scars
A power sought to force it’s way through from outside the Mortal Realms, from outside of Reality itself, but the Osmium Gate resisted. It’s gentle keening at the dissonant powers clashing within it’s sphere of influence, rapidly grew to an ear splitting shriek. The silvered surface of the Chamon side of the Realmgate bulged outwards,…
Glosster Vyn der Grafve basked in the warmth and light scattered around the market square by the overhead diffusers. The city lights, funnelled and directed by mirrors atop the summit of Rodrigos Mount, compressed by Helio-Pumps, channelled throughout the city by Helio-Glayne fibres until reaching their allocated diffusion lamps. He sipped occasionally from a mug…
Mad Dog Myka and the Mercymongers
“… And it was then, amidst the raging conflict that would come to be known as the 2nd Battle of Joergansberg, that ‘Chellia felt the Goddess stir in her mind. As the Rodrigans died in their droves, crying out to their gods for mercy, for aid, for anything other than the pain and the fading…
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