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Monday, 16 December 2019

The Year Goes By in a Flash

So, nearly a whole year later, here's some photo's of what has been keeping me busy.

In a separate post I'll share where my Undead got to but first:

Theodoric Gausser, Elector Count of Nordland, Prince of Salzenmund & (dispossessed) Prince of Marienburg and his growing Army of Nordland.









































Far from finished but it's a great base completed so far.

Comments welcomed:

Monday, 28 January 2019

Snickit's Road to BOYL 2019 - A Tale Of Four/Three Gamers Update

So, it's been a while since my last update.

Life does seem to have a nasty habit of getting in the way and for me this was Christmas and the fun that Financial Year End brings (yes, I'm in Finance ZZZZZZzzzzzzzz).

So, when last I posted I'd completed 1000pts and this was back in late October/early November. Now I did actually manage to finish my 500pts for November and I even posted some photos to my Facebook account but I didn't post them here for shame! So, this update is a double hit, I'll start with Novembers offerings and then show you January's 500pts which brings me up to 2000pts of Undead. 


Hold on, November and January - where's December?????? My fellow protagonists and I decided to take a break in December to allow for life to happen. I'm back at it and I'm sure the others won;t be far behind.

So, without further ado, here we go..............................................


Lothar paced about the room, the Master would be joining them soon and he didn't feel his army had been fully assembled nor had he managed to find that damned scroll!

A beastly screech drew Lothar's attention to the window, he strode over and looked down into the court yard. The Carrion had returned from the scavenge hunt, looking for victims for ritual sacrifice for their spells of summoning.


Below them Klein was busy summoning extra Horsemen to add to Krom and his Doom Riders.




Next to this several Skeletons laboured to construct a second Screaming Skull Catapult



Lothar looked to the ramparts, stood on guard were the remnants of the Gabriel's Fiorento Dead Eyes, a former band of Tilean mercenary crossbowmen that had fallen in battle many years before, the name seemed even more appropriate now that Lothar had brought them back to unlife.





Yes thought Lothar,the army was building nicely but lacked numbers and anything to deliver a hammer blow. Just as Lothar's attention was returning to his hunt for the elusive scroll there came a knocking at the gates followed by a familiar voice.

"Yoooohoooo, Looooooothaaaaaar" 

Lothar shivered, if he hated Klein then he hated the owner of this voice even more.

"Let me in Lothar, I have a surprise for you"

Lothar gave a mental command to open the gates and several skeletons did just so and in strode a man with billowing clothes.





"What do you want Großeins?" Lother shouted from the window.

Großeins was a former actor who had a flair for the dramatic, he was all candles and rituals where a simple summoning would suffice. He had fallen to the dark arts in his pursuit of knowledge and a captive audience. This was the danger of teaching lesser men to read......................................

"What I want Lothar is to join your party, ya?"

"Why?"demanded Lothar, "What can you bring to the table?"

"Simple, I can bring you these"

Großeins beckoned into the gloom on the other side of the gate and with a rattle of bones two chariots rolled in to the courtyard.




"Very well Thespian, you can stay" growled Lothar.

"Klein!" he shouted.

"Take Großeins to the Graveyards of Middenland, I want some "fresh" recruits".

Now, where was that damned scroll??????


I've decided to add at least one more month's worth of recruits as I'm not sure I have enough Rank & File and I also still have a number of units to finish, as well as Dieter before I have all of the Undead done for the "Revenge of the Doomlord" Scenario I plan to run at BOYL2019.

Thanks for stopping by and reading my drivel, any comments you may care to leave will be gratefully received.

Sunday, 18 November 2018

Snickit's Road to BOYL 2019 - A Tale Of Four Gamers

Work commitments have been heavy of late so painting and posting time has been at an absolute premium. I did manage to finish my next 500 points of Undead before the end of October and I made quick posting to Facebook in time. I wanted to do a full posting of the 1000 points so far, so here it is.



Lothar The Blackhearted - Necrosus - Level 15 Necromancer165pts
Sword, Protective Runes.
18 Skeleton Warriors with Standard Bearer209pts
Hand weapons, shields.
Klein Sniveltongue - Morbidus - Level 10 Necromancer85pts
Sword.
1 Charnel Warrior - Level 5 Hero34pts
Scythe (double-handed weapon), light armour.
18 Grim Reapers with Standard Bearer228pts
Scythes (double-handed weapons).
1 Charnel Warrior - Level 5 Hero43pts
Hand weapon, light armour, shield, undead horse
5 Death Riders with Standard Bearer150pts
Lances, hand weapons, light armour, shields, undead horses.
1 Screaming Skull Catapult with 3 Crew85pts
Hand weapons, Screaming Skull Ammunition
Total = 999pts

Lothar threw the scroll to one side, this wasn't the incantation he was after either. The pile of redundant vellum was growing as fast as Lothar's patience was dwindling. His task to build an army worthy of the Master was weighing heavily on his shoulders. He knew that if he didn't deliver he would join the rotting ranks himself.



The door to his chamber creaked open and a wizened old man shuffled in.

"I have completed the summoning for the horsemen my Lord" rasped Klein.



Lothar turned and looked at the shriveled old man with disdain. He despised the sniveling wretch more than he did anyone else, partially for being in image of the fate that may await himself with the passing of time with exposure to the magic of the dead and partially because hated his toadying. Klein had been shunned for most of his life and had turned to necromancy out of desperation. Now he had found service under Lothar in the Master's vanguard but his need to rise in power and stature in the Master's eyes saw him sycophantically creep up the ladder. Lothar perceived that as weakness and it heightened his hatred all the more.

"Lead on old man, I'd best inspect our latest additions" commanded Lothar.

Klein nodded and limped out the door. Lothar followed him down the dimly lit corridor and out into the courtyard. Morrslieb shone bright in the night sky, casting an eerie green light over the abandoned keep. The Skeletons of Lothar's Fallen stood motionless and silent, statues waiting for their call to take up arms.



The mighty iron gates were guarded by Varga's Reapers. Varga stood sentinel like directly behind the portcullis, scythe in hand. Lothar knew anyone attempting to enter the gateway would be challenged by Varga and his "men".



Lothar saw movement out of the corner of his eye, he turned slightly to see the catapult crew staking skulls. He made a mental note to order Klein to enact the ritual of remembrance on the pile of heads, he wanted them to remember the horrific way they were harvested so that their death screams would sound as they flew through the air towards the enemy.


Klein stopped in front of a line of skeletal horses. Lothar looked along the line at the riders, his eyes fixing upon their leader. The purple light burning in his eye sockets flared as he looked back at Lother, who heard the Skeleton Captain's words in his mind.


"I, Krom, lead the Doomriders in the name of the Master, under your leadership" 

"Your servitude is accepted" Lothar replied.

Now thought Lothar, where was that scroll.........................................


As I set this all up my Son's curiosity was peaked and so I let him have a go first, so, if you will allow it I will digress a little into the indulgence of photo's of "Dadhammer". This is what all parents want to see, their offspring taking an interest in their own hobby.









Freddie's set up, a blurry picture but still, I thought I'd show it


A terribly cheesy smile on my face but words can't describe how happy and proud this made me.

Wednesday, 3 October 2018

Snickit's Road to BOYL 2019 - A Tale of Four Gamers Part 1 - September

So, my first 500pts of Undead was finished with about 30 minutes to spare on the deadline of midnight on the 30th of September. I posted images up to Facebook but didn't post to my blog as it was late. the next couple of days I had work commitments to attend to so this is the first chance I've had to post about my efforts.




My Army list for this little lot is as follows


Lothar The Blackhearted - Morbidus - Level 10 Necromancer95pts
Sword, Protective Runes.
14 Skeleton Warriors with Standard Bearer165pts
Hand weapons, shields.


1 Charnel Warrior - Level 5 Hero34pts
Scythe (double-handed weapon), light armour.
11 Grim Reapers with Standard Bearer144pts
Scythes (double-handed weapons).
1 Stone Thrower with 3 Crew60pts
Hand weapons
Total = 498pts





As you'll see from the photo's, I've actually painted up a few more skellies than I've paid the points for, this is the beginning of my summoning bank (i.e. Skeletons I can summon up during the battle in various editions) and I've also added a Champion to my hand weapon armed Warriors that isn't in the list. My plan is to summon up their Champion at the beginning of the game and by taking a level 10 Necromancer I know I'll get correct spell as there are only 5 Necromantic spells for level 1 and Lothar gets 6 1st level spells, bingo, I defo get the right spell.





The only two regrets I have here are as follows:
  1. My Standards are, whilst being unquestionably Oldhammer minis, just not quite Oldhammer in that they don't have big unruly banners. I plan to replace these guys in the future when I'm painted up some decent banners. Incidentally, the two Standards i have painted up look a little plain, that's intentional, I wanted them to look like flayed skin, not sure if it comes across.
  2. No points for Screaming Skull Ammunition for the Catapult. Definitely a situation to be corrected in my next 500pts.



Righteo, am off to plan my next month's batch.