Blood in the Badlands. Game 8 (pt2). Massacre in Morgheim

Captain Guthook had barely licked the Orc blood from his blade before he was called over by the Slaughter Master.

The Slaughter Master appeared to be in a trance, staring into the disembowled guts of the slaughtered, giant Arachnid with a thousand yard stare. "The Great Maw speaks to me" he said in a disembodied voice. "Even as we tally here the Fey folk are entering Morgheim, their blades have been bathed in Skaven blood. . . . LOTS of Skaven blood!"

"The Maw is jealous" he continued "He demands his tribute"!

Captain Guthook turned from the Slaughtermaster and kicked the nearest dead Orc. 'Damn!' he thought staring around at the green cadavers surrounding him 'this is the first proper feed we would have had in days'!

He set about rousing the ragged remains of his forces, "Onwards lads" he bellowed!! "There is fey flesh to feast on ahead". 

Truth be told, he was glad, he never had been keen on eating his greens!!

Blood in the Badlands. Game 8 (pt1). Decent into the (marshes of) madness.

Captain Guthook waded through the waist deep waters towards the arranged muster point with the Orcs. He had to smile at the thought of several Gnobblars drowning in the putrid waters before they managed to scramble up the flanks of the massive Stonehorn and clung to it's dripping fur.

So far that had been the only thing to smile about during the days of endless toil while traversing the Marshes of Madness.

In the distance he could see the dilapidated top of the fabled 'Black Tower', their agreed meeting point with his Orc allies, soon they would be on firmer ground and he could finally wring out his sodden britches.

To be honest he also hoped he could climb clear of the vapours of the marsh. Truth be told the incessant voices in his head that had started whispering to him since entering the marshes was starting to really wind him up. Surely the 'Ogre eating, brussel sprouts, of Morgheim' the voices kept going on about were just a rumour!

As Guthook laboured through the final, cloying, scrub of the marshes he could not believe his eyes. There they were arrayed before him!

The Ogre eating, Brussel sprouts of Morgheim!!

Captain Guthook bellowed at his vanguarding forces to form a battle line.

The exhausted Ironguts and Gnobblars looked around them bewildered. Even when confused by their leader ranting on about 'Ogre eating, brussel sprouts' they knew better then to question their boss when he was in this kind of mood.

Obediently they formed up and faced their Orc allies milling about on the other side of the Black Tower. . . . . Maybe there had been a change of plan?

And the chips just keep on coming!!

Been slowly chipping away at the pile of grey shame.

There are a lot of 'big' elements to add to the ogre army which have been absorbing a lot of my hobby time recently but decided I needed to see something finished in order to keep the painting mojo high so made a concerted effort to get somethings completed this last week.

First up is Reaper bones ogre which I originally bought at the Miniature Empire. This gives some indication how long it has been sitting in the cupboard of doom.

Not the greatest miniature ever created but considering it cost less the 3 quid (new!) I am more then happy with it.

It will end up hidden within a bigger unit of Ogres somewhere.

Finishing the above miniature from start to finish in less then an hour really helped me get the bit between my teeth and I immediately reached for another lump of semi finished plastic crack.

The miniature below is an addition to my Ogre Tyrant army thanks to claiming the 'Banner of Mount Bloodhorn' after the siege of Ekrund.

I decided to give it the symbol from Lee's Orc army.

The reason being in the Badlands lore the banner was originally an Orc banner which gives the unit the 'Devastating charge' special rule.

The banner was also given an Orc skull I had sitting in the bits box to honour Lee's General's last stand during 'Riotville LIVE!'.

It was also originally intended to show the unity between Lee's army and mine!!!!!!

Of course after his treachery during game six this 'unity' is now very debatable!

Below is my effort to homage Lee's original banner.

Lee's original banner is below.

My army symbol adorns the other side.

The final entry to the painting tally today is the last of my Ironguts I had sitting around.

Absolute minimum effort on this fella due to his 'third ranker' status.

I only really got this fella done in order to scratch the Ironguts completely off my to-do list.

Now the numbers

Miniatures painted / sold this year = 174

Miniatures bought 97

 

341 miniatures to go!

Blood in the Badlands. Game 7. Hold me back lads . . Hold me back!!!!

'Captain' Guthook wiped the sweat from his eyes and squinted into the bright sunlight. Sweat poured from his massive frame and the leather of his 'Greedy fist' felt slick in his hand. The heat was stifling but he took small comfort in knowing the poxy, subterranean, Skaven must be sweltering under their filthy, matted, musk stained fur. Even the aloof Elves in their glinting armour looked red faced and uncomfortable under their finely crafted plate.

With no break visible in the unrelenting heat, Guthook ordered his boys forward!

Any excuse to play little soldiers! School oracy day.

No need to call social services! School oracy day is not even a even a little bit rude so take your minds out of the gutter!

First lesson saw my Geography pupils debate if it was right to drill in the Artic for oil (we decided yes!).

Second lesson had pupils walking around with boxes on their heads being robots for Coding and after lunch my English class got to play Mordheim (lite)!

The rule was they could only pull off their moves if they could describe it in a dramatic way to represent the narrative or use specific linguistic devices set by me!

Ended up in a nail biting finish and the kids have asked to play again next oracy day, so I am calling that a winner!



With the release of 8th edition 40K this weekend Lano and I are planning another speed painting challenge but might only give ourselves 12 hours this time!!

Look out for updates Saturday night!

Blood in the Badlands. Game 6. Triumph and the Treachery (of Lee!).

With only three generals able to attend Lano's this Sunday it was decided to have a three way 'Triumph and Treachery' game.

And my word there would be some treachery!

Titan Forge Ogre Pirates and other chips from the lead mountain!

Been slowly chipping away at the lead mountain in a desperate attempt to complete all three armies for the 'Blood in the Badlands' campaign.

Seven more done.

First up is a tiny lump of lead which is a Foundry Shopkeeper from their Wild West range.

Here is a comparison with the Titan Forge Ogre.

He is tiny!

Next up are more Ogre Pirates for my Badlands army.

This one is another lovely lump of resin from Titan Forge.

Love these bad boys!

Below is my kitbash / green stuff effort to make a Slaughter master look like a Voodoo priest.

This is a combination of a Titan forge head with GW Ogre bits and a LOT of green stuffing.

See!

The idea was to make him look like one of my favourate Warmachine miniatures, Doc.

Personally I think it is not a bad effort.

He will be the leader of my second army.

Next up is another Titan Forge Ogre pirate.

I can totally see me ending up buying their full Bloodsail Island range!

Really pleased with how the skin tones ended up.

Finally, here are three Yhetees from the GW ice wind assault box set.

Once again with these speed was the focus.

Black under coat, brown zenith spray, pick out some details, ink wash, edge highlights, DONE!

The good news is I have now finished 7 miniatures from the box set.

The bad news is that still leaves the massive Thundertusk and Stonehorn to finish!

Now the numbers

Miniatures painted / sold this year = 171

Miniatures bought 97

 

344 miniatures to go!

Blood in the Badlands. You want a taster? . . . . . . Taste this!

With Shaggy of 'Shaggy Wargaming' fame deciding to dip his toes into the Badlands with his Dwarves I was asked to give him a 2000 point taster last Friday.

Blood in the Badlands. Game 5.

This Sunday saw the beginning of the summer campaigning season.

Being Summer any destroyed armies would be immediately replaced with an army back within your empire.

I think there are going to be a lot of replacement armies in the next 4 weeks!

Once again I would be forming up opposite Phil's Skaven!

Fuck you ISIS. Now pass me the dice.

After the events in London last night . . . .FUCK YOU ISIS!!!!

I am taking my kids to the park to follow the Gruffalo trail. Afterwards I am playing little soldiers with my mates and tomorrow morning I will travel to work as normal without pre judging anyone who looks a bit different from me.

While there I will continue to teach kids to be tolerant of all cultures and fulfill their fullest potential regardless of who they are.

FUCK YOU ISIS. . . . You change NOTHING!!!!!!!!

Legends of the Old West. The ballard of the righteous Wyart Earp. Jail break and Vendetta!

After the shoot out on Mare Street the 'High plains drifters' had headed for the hills and left 'Guns' Malone to his fate.

His fate was to be slung in the clink and hung at dawn the next day. . . . . .

'The Duke' and the rest of the Drifters had decided a jail break was needed and broke out the nitro! ! !

Legends of the Old West. The ballard of the righteous Wyatt Earp. This town isn't big enough for the both of us!

With Tookey MIA for the forseeable future I have decided to start posting a campaign my brother and I have been playing.

I did not post these as they happened as I did not want to confuse people about what game was what.

I have decided to run these as seperate from the games played by Tookey and I earlier to save me having an unfair EXP advantage against my brother.

My brother and I kicked off our Legends of the Old West campaign with a standard 'High noon' scenario.

Mare street in set up.

Kris has decided to run a deputation of law men based on the 'Earps' and other various 'faces' of the old west but decided to just run them as standard lawmen.

The Earps have heard tell of 'The Duke' and his 'High plains drifters' running their mouths and threatening to run the 'Law dogs' out of town.