Category: Player Updates

Skaven on the move toward the NCGT

Grey Seer Skitterclaw leapt across the battlements into the heart of the enemy lines, warp lightning crackling around his fingers. He toasted a regiment of the puny man-things with a nonchalant wave of his left hand, whilst delivering a spinning elbow to the neck of the so-called Wizard he had moved in to dispatch. The fool fell to his knees, clutching at his throat, unable to voice any words of power.

Skitterclaw sneered at the weakling, who was clearly trembling in the face of such a supreme being, whilst drawing in another morsel of warp-fueled energy. As the man-things little whelps poured in around the Seer to help the stricken caster, Skitterclaw uttered a few short words of the Clan Pestilens Plague Priests. The resulting pox moved across the battlefield like a wave, leaving bubbling, twitching corpses in it’s dread wake.

The Seer looked about him. The few survivors remaining looked at him in awe, falling to their knees in final submission. He laughed as slavers dragged the pathetic things away, surveying his handywork. More enemies were nearby, clearly afraid by what they had just witnessed. Skitterclaw span on his heel, and ran toward them, squeeking excitedly about the world of pain he was about to bring down on the stupid man-things…

Grey Seer Skitterclaw lay asleep on his bed of straw, squeeking excitedly, legs and arms twitching frantically. A messenger burst into the burrow and fell to his knees.

“My Lord, my Lord! Wake up master!”

Skitterclaw awoke with a start and jumped to his feet.

“Feel my wrath puny man-things!”, he shouted out with his hand outstretched toward the kneeling rat-man.

The Seer’s eyes darted around the burrow and he soon realised where he was. Seeing the messenger before him quaking where he knelt, he could smell that he had squirted the musk of fear. 

Skitterclaw lowered his hand, agitated that he had acted foolishly.

“What is it, can’t you say that I’m busy?! Speak! Quick-quick!”, he blurted out.

“Yes-yes, oh masterful one”, the messenger said, face down to the ground. Skitterclaw could tell that he was grinning by the sound of his voice. “There is word from above ground my most potent of potentates. Armies of the pointy ears and man-things have been seen marching toward the great sand-desert. Scouts say that other forces have been seen coming down from the north as well. What should we do Lord?”

Skitterclaw sneered, there must be something of great value for so many forces to come together, he thought.

“We will show these fools the power of the Horned Rat, of course!”, he exclaimed proudly.

“Yes-yes my Lord”, said the messenger as he got up to leave.

“Where do you think you are going?”, Skitterclaw said in a low voice.

“Why, to take your orders to the commanders of your armies oh powerful one”, the messenger said nervously.

“Then go, fool!”, Skitterclaw commanded.

“Yes my Lord, quickly I go!” 

The messenger spun around and began to scurry out of the burrow. As he did so, Skitterclaw sent a small bolt of warp-lightning into the tail of the poor messenger. The messenger squeek-screamed and leapt into the air as he ran away.

“Smirk at me again, whelp, and you’ll lose that tail!”, Skitterclaw called after the rat-man.

“Yes-yes master, I would never master!”, the messenger called down the tunnel in reply.

Skitterclaw turned back toward his bed thoughtfully, musing on how much warpstone he could get out of this venture.

“i’m going to need slaves this time”, he said quietly. “Lots of them…”

Painting update

So, I’ve not posted anything on the blog since I put up my test colour scheme for my Vampire Counts Ghouls. It’s safe to say that there’s been a lot more activity since then, especially with my new 40K Iron Warriors project!

The look and feel that I’ve been aiming for with these guys is very grimy, battered, and old. It all started off with this Imperial Knight.

Things quickly moved on from there, with a Rhino and my first Marine getting paintjobs.

Terminators weren’t far behind…

…and this past week has been a busy one as well, with a Hellbrute, Maulerfiend, and Decimator all getting worked on!

Next up I’ll be working on some characters, and then moving onto some Raptors!



Straight in with a big general update from me

I’ve got tons to share and I want to update the blog more with pics/ info and wargaming ‘stuff’ I think may be of interest to other people.

I’ve just got back from Turkey with some of the other bloggers.

Instead of painting I started reading ‘The Sundering’


It’s an awesome book so far with tons of info not only about Elves but also Dwarves, Shaggoths, Beastmen and other fantasy creatures.

While on holiday I may have bought a few Titans from eBay



and also ordered 7th ed + Fateweaver as I plan on having a small Daemon unbound force consisting of 28 Screamers and Fateweaver

I also arrived back home to lots of goodies


which I need to fit into the Warhammer room which is starting to fill up again


I’ve also just ordered some DayGlow Pigments from Forged Monkey after seeing some pics


I’m also going to start working on a secret project at some point which includes this guy


and as a parting shot I wanted to share with you my next Necromunda gang


Test colour scheme for my Ghouls!




So that’s the first batch done! I painted 22 (including unit fillers) in case I manage to cast Invocation of Nehek.



Vampire Counts test zombie



The dead are rising…

Arcanon’s past was a sorry tale. Abandoned as an infant in the streets of Kislev he had been picked up by a local orphanage. Bullied by the other boys, and even the girls due to his hunched back and stammer, Arcanon developed an intense hatred for his fellow man. The only solace he could find were in the pages of the books and ledgers in the orphanage library – not a large collection by any means, but one that Arcanon could devour in a dark corner in relative peace.

Once he was finally old enough to leave the orphanage, things continued to get worse for Arcanon. Work was unattainable, even though his mind was sharp. Potential employers spurned him, citing his disfigurement as a reason for him not being able to keep up with others. Although he knew the real reason was that none really liked him, he had heard the whispers behind his back for his entire life. And truth be told, he didn’t like them either.

And so it was that Arcanon came to live on the streets of Kislev, that was until the day when Count Krieger arrived in town. Of course Arcanon had no idea who he was at the time, but when he met his gaze he heard the voice in his head.

‘Do you want power, little one?’

Arcanon nodded his head before he could even think about what was happening.

‘Then follow me…’

Arcanon smiled at the memory. How long had it been since he had thought about those days? It had to have been eighty years at least. What had the great lord seen in him that day he wondered? What a stupid question, his vast potential of course.

He twisted his shoulders to the side so that he could see behind him, the stammer had long gone, but the twisted spine was a permanent feature. The shuffling horde was restless, they needed to feed. Turning forward again he outstretched a bony arm in front of him, knarled fingers grasped around a human skull.

‘Rise’, he intoned in a deep, thoroughly unnatural voice. An ethereal energy leaped from the eyes and mouth of the skull, penetrating into the graves directly in front of him. A few moments passed, and a skeletal hand punched through the earth at his feet.

A tiny smile touched the corners of Arcanon’s mouth, although it was gone in an instant. ‘Let’s go my pets, we have work to do.’

The story continues…

Eight members of the Innsmouth Gaming club took part in a 48-hour non-stop endurance marathon game of Warhammer Fantasy for charity, dubbed ‘The Battle for Sophia.’ Raising over £800 for Sophia’s Stepping Stones to fund an operation for a young Oxfordshire resident with Cerebral Palsy, the event saw many heroic and glorious moments. In a classic ‘Good vs. Evil’ match-up, Lizardmen and High Elves recruited the help of Ogre mercenary Pirates to save an ancient jungle temple from the forces of Chaos; Warriors, Daemons, Skaven and Beastmen. Now headed for a tournament in Bath on 16 November run by Pigmar Wargaming Club, our story picks-up from the field of victory in the aftermath of the Battle for Sophia…

Captain Gorehook, leader of the Axewound Pirates stood atop the hacked-up body of the Exalted Greater Daemon of Khorne he’d slain in personal combat. Now, he had the unenviable task of retrieving his sabre from the beasts nether regions; upon making the declaration of where he’d shove his blade to goad the creature to fight him, he failed to think of the consequences should he make good on his vow. Luckily, he was the boss and had minions for this sort of thing.

The temple had been saved from the forces of Chaos and Gorehook would be handsomely rewarded. Swooping low on his Dragon, Sunstorm, the High Elf General guided his steed to land beside the Ogre mercenary Captain. Prince Caleo, still bloodied and breathing heavy from vanquishing the Thunderlizard looked the Ogre in the eye and gave him a satisfied nod.

“You fought well, good Captain,” Caleo called out, over the flap of Sunstorm’s settling wings.

“For a pointy-ear, you didn’t do so badly yourself. Me and the lads had bets that thing would have stomped you dead. Not bad,” admitted Gorehook, touching his namesake to his Tricorn in a lazy salute.

“Before we part ways good Captain, I have one more mission for you… should you have the guts for it of course…” Caleo taunted. At this point, one of Gorehook’s Ironguts waddled over, a little green in the face after retrieving his Captain’s blade and, still covered in filth, threw it over. Catching it deftly, Gorehook gave it a sniff and let out a surprised, satisfied hum.

“Plenty of guts to go around, Elf Prince. What’s the job and what’s the bounty?”

Prince Caleo went on to explain how the magical energies around the Battle of Sophia had been the cause that drew-in so many monsters and that now the magic was dissipating, the monsters would scatter, potentially attacking isolated and defenceless villages in the area at random as they fled to their homelands. The Old World City of Bath was one of the larger settlements along the monster’s retreat corridor and would certainly attract more than a few beasts in search of a good meal. Prince Caleo could not allow this to happen and so Captain Gorehook and his Axewound Pirates were to accompany Prince Caleo’s younger brother, a Wizard by the name of Dragonheart specialising in the Lore of Beasts to stop them. Leading a strike force of Elven cavalry they’d follow the monsters south towards the City of Bath where their combined force would capture or slay as many monsters as possible before they could wreak any serious havoc. As to the bounty, Caleo ventured that the Ogre had never sampled the flame-grilled taste of an Arcane Phoenix, and that this was precisely one of the beasts his brother was tracking.

Skaven army on the move!