Mordheim XX. Boar Hunt and Ambush

Sunday last Billy, Mike 2.0, Nigel and I met up again to contest the streets of Mordheim.

Painting tally for the year so far. A real mixed bag.

So somehow this year I have managed to paint / sell on over 90 miniatures.

Now at least a quarter of this is due to me giving Lano my Warmachine stuff as I think I have finally kicked that dirtiest of habits. But there has also been some painting.

Mordheim board.

With the house to myself for a bit Sunday morning and finally getting my 28mm stuff sorted I decided to lay out my Mordheim board.

More after the break

Mordheim XX. Grab the mage!

With the conclusion of the 'Breakthrough' scenario and Bill and Mike 2.0 finishing up we laid out the board for game 2.

This would be a Battle Royale with all 4 warbands taking to the field!

Mordheim XX. Breakthrough

The 14th of April saw the four Warbands once again converge to contest the streets of Mordheim.

My first game would see me take on Nigel and his undead in a 'Breakthrough' scenario.

Last stand in the Cursed city

So Sunday last Mike 2.0 and I met up at the Magic Madhouse to continue our Mordheim mini campaign.

Miracles do happen . . . . I've painted something!!!!!

"I AM PAINTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With the finish of the world cup Sunday and my 'Fallout shelter' at 200 thriving settlers and all the quests nearly completed I found my self once again picking up the brushes!

I picked this out of the lead pile for no other reason then it has always been one of my favourates.

Kept it quick and easy but it's good to break my duck and more painting could be on the cards!

"It's good to be back!" (pun intended)

The lord of Mordheim. The end of a 15 month campaign!!

Lord Crashart peered into the surrounding gloom and sighed heavily. This would be the last push to displace the Dwarves from the east of the river. He had emptied his coffers to recruit as many men as possible and had even called in a favour to have his old mucker Arnold Legbreaker join them for some added muscle. How Crashart was going to feed the big oaf was anyone's guess. Maybe Crash could shove him in front of a crossbow bolt during the battle?

How had it turned to shit so quick? This was supposed to be a simple 'smash and grab' into Mordheim while on the way to his retirement to that little brothel in Tilea.

15 months later and here he still was! Bearly scratching a living from the daily raids into Mordheim. His retirement funds pissed up the wall and hardly a bean to his name. His only choice now was to claim this God's forsaken pile of dirt as his own and fight off all comers to reap it's supposed riches.

Crash stared along the line of the remnants of his warband. How many had fallen in the twisting alleys and deserted courtyards of the cursed city over the last 15 months? How many of his starting warband were standing here today? Did he really care?

No, not really! Better anyone else then him!

Did 'Crazy Joe' and the others really think he did not know of their plan to knife him in the back on one of their many missions into Mordheim and leave him here to rot? Did they really think he did not know of their disdain for him?

'Well here I stand you bastards!' he thought, and come the day when he no longer needed them there would be a reckoning!

But for now there was only the battle ahead. Crashart checked his powder one last time, kissed his lucky charm and ordered his men forward. . . . . 

There could be no escape from  Mordheim!

Shortshank redemption pt.16. The rampage of Ale-Axe-Ander!

"Peek a boo!"

Keel Grymm did not know what disconcerted him more; the horrifically scarred form of Ale Axe Ander and his rising blood lust or the drooling, one armed monstrosity that the once proud 'Nailz' had now become. 

If they wanted to admit it or not the result was the same. The extended time thay had spent in this cursed city had had an irredeemable effect on them. Regardless how much Wyrdstone and riches they finally fled this hell hole with they would never be welcomed back by their clan. The taint of this city now run too deep in their veins!

Warhammer Fantasy House, card model kit WIP

I have the poops today so had to have the day off work.

The toilets are too far away from my class room to risk it ;0).

With some down time I delved into my cupboard of grey shame and dug this out of the pile . . . . .

Picked it up on eBay a couple off weeks ago for less then £6 and now seemed like the perfect opportunity to crack it open.

Did not like the look of the card strips that come with the original kit so peeled them off and stuck on some tiles I had from an old 'Del Prado' 'make your own medieval thingy kit'.

I also delved into a pile of building bits I have been winning cheap on eBay with some cheeky bids and decided to add some to the mix.

Personally I think it looks miles better and the added weight gives it more purchase to the table.

Hopefully I will find some time to give the tiles a quick dry brush before a planned game of Mordheim on Friday to finish it off.

Not sure if I should go with red tiles or bluey / grey slate tiles?

Taking Mordheim inspiration . . . . . . From my work!

So back to work and working stupid hours. Up until half past midnight last night reading Students Statements for their upcoming consultations. As a school we are obligated to complete all their paper work within 15 days or we will end up with all sorts or wrong uns!

During half term I did go into work to collect some paper work and took the opportunity to take some pictures of the gorgeous old building I work in. . . . . .

The above picture is the corridor I walk down to get to my classroom.

Below is a picture of the exterior of one the building I work in.

Despite the Academy only being 3 years old it is situated in a building which was completed in 1865.

Below is a pic of the details of the exterior of the building.

lego Mordheim. The Dark Knight rises!

Malcore the wizard could sense the presence of the artefact. Somewhere in this vicinity the treasure lurked. Malcore tried to divine it's precise location but the warpstone buried within the city were scattering the winds of magic and thwarting his attempts. There was no option; they would have to mine into the stone edifice before them and risk the noise awakening that damn Broken King and his retinue.

Silently they crept forward.

Shortshank redemption pt.15. Knowledge is power!

So it turns out games this summer are like buses. . . . . . You wait ages for one and then three come along at once!!

Sunday I get a call from my Brother wondering if a game was a possibility. 10pm he rocks up and finds the board set out thus......

This will be a battle for the library section of the map. The set up above is supposed to represent the ruined library and the surrounding houses.

Both of us had made the effort to rewrite your warband roster sheets in order to re-orientate ourselves with our warbands. This proved to be a worthwhile task as both Kris and I rediscovered all sorts of abilities, skills and character upgrades we had forgotten about.

This would lead us to have an absolute epic, see-saw, knifed edge battle. Probably the best game of Mordheim I have ever played and that is saying something!!!

Shortshank redemption pt.14. Sigmar looks after Drunks and children!

This Friday my Brother and I finally managed to meet up and play another chapter of our ongoing Mordheim campaign.

Game 14 would be an 'occupy' scenario with us needeing to occupy 3 central buildings. We decided that we needed to have a conclussion so decided that whoever held the most buildings would sneak the win.

Holiday painting. Reaper, Village of Kullhaven, Townsfolk

Here are some pics of the painting I managed to complete while away.

This is the bartender from the Reaper Kulhaven set.

This fella is painted up as a NPC element for my games of Mordheim.

He has also ended up in my Empire army militia and has already seen off a Orc Stone Golum and a unit of 20 Arrow boyz!

What a boy!

The lovely fact is the weather was beautiful and we had a brilliant time so I spent very little time with the brushes.

I did get 4 Greatswords finished as well. The truth is they are not great sculpts and I have a lot of duplicates in the set I bought. Thankfully I bought a set of the modern efforts and the set above will probably end up in the rear ranks.

I also wanted to show off a effort of my friend Lee. He is a WHF salty dog and it was a pleasure to play his fully painted Orcs. Unfortunately the sun was setting so I never really got a chance to take any photos.

Real shame!

One realisation I have had is that I am going to need to field more spearmen as it looks like we will be playing 1500 to 2000 point games. This is great but there was no way I was looking to paint another dozen of the pigs!

This has led to me pulling out the green stuff and creating this guy . . . . .

Miniatures painted / sold this year = 83 (silver tower does not count)

Target 100

Miniatures bought 15 (silver tower does not count)

371 miniatures to go!

68 in the black this year

More Oldhammer and another GLOGG meet.

Just a quick one as a sign of life as work involves me working 15 hour days at the moment.

Couple of weeks ago I met up with some GLOGGers and this is what we did. . . . . .

Unlucky for some. Mordheim double header, games 12 and 13.

Crazy Joe emptied the contents of the sack unceremoniously on the ground and stepped back. The bewildered form of the tavern's Halfling cook starred up in wild eyed confusion at the mercenaries now surrounding him. 

Lord Crashart bent forward and thrust a short bow into the Halflings chest. "Right you little git here's the deal. You shut up, tool up and follow us through the Gargoyle gates, OR we stuff you back in the sack, leave you here and wait to see what finds you first!".

Dildo the Halfling plonked his cooking pot on his head and chewed thoughtfully on a chicken leg he had stashed in his pocket . . . "FINE!" he replied "But don't think I won't piss in your soup tonight"!

Crazy Joe turned away dejected. Was this really what they had been reduced to since their decimation? Press ganging Halfling cooks and Mandrake root addicts from Cutthroats Den?

With it being the half term my brother and I managed to fit in a couple of games of our ongoing Mordheim Campaign.

These were only going to be short sharp games as our previous encounter had left me in all sorts of bother.

 First game (game 12) rolled up as a 'hidden treasure' scenario.

GLOGG meet in Ilford. It all goes a bit Oldhammerish!

With the sun shining there was only one thing to do . . . . . . 

Yep meet up in a sweaty hall in Ilford to play Mordheim!

I'm a prodigal son. A black sheep of a white flock. Mordheim game 11.

Keel Grymm the Engineer could not believe they were only 3 hours into the funeral dirge of Ale-Axe-Ander!

They had ringed the pyre with salt and ensured the flames had taken hold before retiring to the tavern to begin the Saga of Ale-Axe-Ander. Even the Reiklanders had sent flowers!

Suddenly the door exploded in on it's hinges and the horrificially burned form of Ale-Axe-Ander stood in the doorway glaring at the Dwarves with a baleful gaze!

"You dozy bastards!" he muttering through his blistered lips . . . . . . . 

Started from the bottom . . . . . .

now we're here!

The Mordheim board has certainly come a long way from this. . . . .