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. |
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. |
Over the past few months I've been painting models for my Bretonnian army. I never got around to posting finished models due to a lack of tufts and the ambition to make a flock box (it failed). Today I decided to just grab ready made tufts and finish and photograph a whole bunch of models at once. Here's (most of) the planned core of my army, consisting of ten Mounted Knights of the Realm, a Paladin bearing the Battle Standard of Mousillon, Duke Maldred of Mousillon on his Royal Pegasus and his illegitimate daughter Malory leading the first cavalry wedge with her duelists' blades drawn and her visor open.
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| O Fortuna Velut Luna Statu variabilis |
I used to be a renegade. I used to fool around. But I couldn't take the constant rule updates, and had to settle down. Now I'm fighting in The Old World again, and yes, I must be fair. Because even though I prefer rounds, the bases must be square.
Having given that bit of eighties nostalgia quite enough abuse, let's skip on to the main course: my first square based unit in (at least) a decade.
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| "Sire the people are revolting!" "You said it, they stink on ice." |