Dadhammer: Stargrave Dead or Alive Skirmish Reports

I am slightly oversaturating my blog with game reports, but I have an excuse. Backlog! Well backlog and laziness, so I have two excuses! Backlog, laziness and it's fun to write game reports. I have three excuses! You know what, let's assume we all know where this bit is heading and move on to the gist of it. Here are two quick and dirty skirmish reports from recent Stargrave Dead or Alive games I played with the kids. Dadhammer at its finest :). 

Vexx the killer robot has been on the run for nearly a century. Will he survive crossing the mean streets of this nameless frontier town?

Warhammer The Old World battlereport: The Sandglass of Ghur

On a cursed desert plateau, known as the Red Mirage, ancient Elven ruins rest in the shifting sands. Time warps between weather-worn obelisks and the winds howl with forgotten voices. In the shadows of a particularly high dune, storms uncover a forgotten barrow. Its looming gate creaks open, revealing Azhag the Slaughter, or rather Azhag the Time Traveler. Guided by prophetic visions (or possibly a concussed brain squig), he has led a rampaging horde through a time portal into the desert. He's searching for a mythical artifact known as the Sandglass of Ghur. According to the whispers in his skull, this relic allows the wielder to change the flow of time itself. Will anything stop the time-warped warlord from getting his green mitts on this great prize? 

Azhag the Time Traveler and his pointy-horned friends fight a bunch of pointy-eared glitterboys and their mercenary friends.

Oldhammer-style 'basing with flock' tutorial (featuring a bunch of re-rebased Orcs)

This weekend I decided to go crazy and rebase my old Orcs on new-fangled big 30x30 squares. To be quite honest, I promised myself I would only rebase Ruglud's Ladz, knowing full well I would get carried away doing that. Besides, I figured, rebasing a bunch of Orcs should only take a Saturday morning's worth of time (for me, starting any task requires a complete miscalculation of the time required to actually do it). So a full weekend and a few mid-week evenings later, here's a bunch of rebased Greenskins, ready to take on The Old World in style.

These ancient Orcs have always been based, now they have also been rebased!

Warhammer The Old World battle report: The Goblin Gambit

Fresh from getting their helmets dented on the Sands of Discord, my brave Bretonnian knights leapt back into action to fight a fancy tournament--only to be rudely interrupted by marauding Goblins and their larger (dumber) friends. What started out as the Grand Tournament of Parravon quickly turned into The Goblin Gambit.

Greenskins? On your tournament grounds? More likely than you think!

Warhammer The Old World battle report: Sands of Discord

As promised, I'm going to write a few more battle reports for Warhammer The Old World. Luckily I have a bit of material to work with from the first half of 2025. The downside is that all photos were taken during the game, so the quality is not exceptional. With that said, here's my report of the Battle in the Sandy Ruins where Bretonnian fought Bretonnian over the right to reclaim a mysterious relic.

Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Araby, where we lay our scene, From ancient rules break to new technology, Where narrative rules make narrative games unhinged. 

Is there such a thing as too many Greenskins?

I remember the old days. With Morrslieb ascendant, Goblin Green was the only green and raving lunatics slathered it onto bases with glee. Ol' Gorfang Rotgut—he must've been at least thirty years old back then—pulled me aside and said: "If da ground ain't shakin’ when yer marchin’, you ain't bringin' enough boyz." 

Come to think of it, this might've just been a fever dream (not even the maddest maniac applies Goblin Green to bases, after all*). 

But the advice still holds, and even if it didn't—no one who values an un-butted head argues with Gorfang. 

That's why I always keep extra Greenskins lurking around the paint station, waiting for a coat of paint. The jury's still out on whether I place them there, or if they appear out of thin air. Either way, here's the latest batch I painted.

* Warning: you need at least one Dwarf flame thrower (or flame cannon) to enter this entirely artificial flame war ;)

Just when you thought it was safe to head back out into the forest...

The muster is called, the host assembles, and the peasants showed up as well!

After reappearing with a shameless plug for my first book, it's about time I got back to writing about slapping paint on unsuspecting miniatures. Writing, to be sure! I have not been sitting on my hands for the past months—quite the opposite: I have a finished projects backlog to write about. This is a marked contrast with my usual the pile of shame too unfinished to write about. Anyway, on to a lot of painted miniatures (not all at once). Here's my completely finished (cough—not quite—cough) Bretonnian muster.

If they had a mighty keep inside the Mighty Fortress, they wouldn't need tents to sleep in.