maanantai 29. huhtikuuta 2019

Battle of Mork's Tooth

Greetings!

Here comes another game I played at the local store a couple of weeks ago, the merciless Battleplan: Three Places of Power pitting my Sunsplitterz against a force of Seraphon in a race to capture battlefield objectives using only Heroes. I have played this Battleplan before, and I like its concept, but I feel it too often favours factions with a wide selection of strong heroes, as opposed to horde armies or largely neglected ones like Freeguild, Dispossessed or Aelves.

We had an extra rule to spice up the scenario: a wandering Troglodon skulking the battlefield, which both forces could try to take control of by casting a scenario-specific spell on it!

I picked two casters to lead my orruks into the fray, with a healthy unit of 20 Morboyz acting as the heart of my army. Let's see how my orange maniacs fare against celestial daemons!

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Prophet Wozoc Squinteye squinted his eyes beneath his warmask. In the distance a sharp stony spike reached out towards the skies from the desolate landscape, towering high above the treetops. The rock was known as "Mork's Tooth", a holy place of ancient power to the greenskins of the region, and the Sunsplitterz had decided to visit it on their way from one defeat to another in the Realm of Ghur.

Wozoc squinted again. Was that a trick of light he was seeing? It was as if the air around the Tooth was twisting in upon itself and glittering in the rays of the evening sun. Suddenly there was a loud crack as the fold in reality flashed, producing a full force of Seraphon, the repitilian guardians of the firmament. Wozoc did not know what the Saurus and Skinks were about here on holy greenskin lands, but by Gorkamorka's guts he and his boyz would teach them a lesson for trespassing!



tiistai 16. huhtikuuta 2019

Ulgumgi Shaman

Greetings!

This month is labelled Magic in the Tales of Instahammer 2019 project; anything or anyone with any connection to magic should be brought up to join the army at this point. I picked up a Necromancer kit, cracked open my bitz box and set to work...

...and ended up with an Ulgumgi Shaman!

Shaman Ronga is an old and disrespected spellcaster in the Ulgumgi society. He summons aethyric energies to aid the hirds in battle, but all he gets in return are wary gazes and muttered insults. Only selected few know of his origins, which are said to be wreathed in darkness and misery: his back is hunched, his eyes have been covered with bands of rusty iron and he carries an ancient grimoire on his belt that he's unable to read anymore.