Saturday, October 31, 2009

Warmaster Updated

Hi Guys,
Thought i'd update the Warmaster lists to include all the games we played today...
So that'll be...
BFG: Jason vs Junx
BFG: Dylan vs Rom
Fantasy: Andy vs Jason
BFG: Junx vs Rom

Alright! it was quite a relaxed fun day, so hopefully we'll squeeze some more game time in...

Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Last Dispatch

Surrounded.
Yet our hearts will harbour no despair.

The numberless enemy approaches.
Yet we will face them with elven steel in our hands.

Serrulin and his reavers have been sent across Ulthuan, with word of our demise.
Yet with their departure, also diminishes our numbers even more.

Time is of essence, I pray it won't be long before the entire elven nation rises to fight this threat.
We will buy the time with our lives.

~last dispatch by Sentinel Tinothien of the 1st Tor Annoc Spear Regiment.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Cities of Death

FOR THE EMPEROR! Cities of Death Project completed finally. Next stop, planetstrike... haha... Anyone for a game?


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The Red Eye (Khorne Ascendant)

Festermould's last yowl echoed through the valley as he disappeared back to his Father's realm. The remaining plaguebearers led by Bladderpimple and Bowelrot gave chase to the fleeing elves, angered by the cowardly spear-thrust that finally spelt their leader's demise.

As the winds of Chaos shifted again, the Throne of Skulls shook with the power that surged through it. Khorne's baleful eyes flared red and he bellowed a name... the name of the Fallen, the Disfavored, the Crazed, the Wingless. From the Blood God's Realm, a spirit of pure rage moved, moved to the portal from which the multitudes of daemons poured into the world.

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On the defiled land of Tor Annon, a red-black hoof stepped through the malevolent tear in reality. It's first step burned the ground, and the trees and rocks screamed their despair to their guardian elves, now few in number and mustering at a point further from the battle that the vanguard of the relief force had just retreated from.

The titanic Greater Daemon strode to the head of the assembled army. The daemon horde had finally completed its crossing. Then, the Bloodthirster roared, roared the eternity of rage, all the tearing, gouging, shredding of all time past, present and future. The gathered daemons raised the call, the call for blood... Blood for the Blood God!