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.
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| Greenskins? On your tournament grounds? More likely than you think! |
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.
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| 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. |
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 ;)
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| Just when you thought it was safe to head back out into the forest... |
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.
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| If they had a mighty keep inside the Mighty Fortress, they wouldn't need tents to sleep in. |
You'd almost think 'Another Wargaming Blog' should be rebranded as 'Another Wait-for-a Blog', luckily this time I have a better excuse than 'I didn't find the time to blog'. You see...I...ehm,,,I didn't find the time to blog :) To be fair, I was rather busy writing (and finishing) my first novel: Quantum Betrayal. I recently self-published it on Kindle and Kobo.
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| In a world where betrayal is standard policy, the only way out is through mud, bullets, and dubious alliances. |