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Miniatures Adventure => Fantasy Adventures => Topic started by: Diablo Jon on April 04, 2020, 09:23:11 PM
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This is a project I've been working on for a couple of years now. It's a very stop start project but with all the extra hobby time I suddenly find myself with I thought it would be a good time to blog it and share what I've done so far.
A lot of this project is pure nostalgia (must be an age thing). In the 80s my school friends and I spent many a long hour playing Warhammer and fighting with chaos warbands created using the Realms of Chaos books. Back then though our painting and conversion skills where practically non existent, plastic models where few and far between and pocket money never stretched very far when buying models. As such our games where not exactly visual feasts for the eyes.
As I've got older I find I play games far less and enjoy the painting and modelling side of the hobby far more. With such a wealth of miniatures, paints and modelling materials out there in todays hobby I thought it would be interesting to try and recrate the fun of those old 80s games but with far nicer models and scenery.
While this is an Oldhammer project I'm not going to restrict myself to old citadel miniatures (or even just games workshop miniatures) and just use what ever miniatures I like the look of to try and create a dark grim fantasy set up with a nod to those heady days of 1987 warhammer.
So I've created myself a little spot in the Warhammer Old World that I've named the Nacht Garten as place to set my warbands and characters in. Its rather a lot to post up here but if you are interested you can read about it on my blog here
https://nachtgarten.blogspot.com/2018/07/welcome-to-nacht-garten.html
(https://nachtgarten.blogspot.com/2018/07/welcome-to-nacht-garten.html)
and here's my dodgy homemade map
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The Nacht Beast
Branches slapped Ekhard's face as thorns tore at his arms and legs. Ekhard didn't care as he ran blindly through the woods. He didn't see the tangle of roots until his foot caught them as he fell, forward into the dirt, he felt the pain in his twisted ankle. Ekhard tried to stand but pain flare through his left leg" no more running then" Ekhard said to himself as he drew his sword "time to die like a man".
Ekhard knew the beast was out there in the woods watching him. The thing had been hunting him and his companions for days. " Ironic seeing as we where paid to hunt it" Ekhard mused with a wry smile. They had entered the woods a few days ago a dozen veteran warriors, a mage and Ekhard. They where all dead now. the beast had taken them one at a time.
Ekhard was jolted from his thoughts by a low hiss and cursed under his breath " How could something, so big, move so quietly?" Ekhard sanity came close to breaking point as he surveyed the creature "Truly this could only be the work of the fell gods" he mumbled. This was no natural creature the body was that of a gigantic spider, each of it's six legs ending in a razor sharp claw, its two front legs ended in huge bone scythes and its head was that of a huge wolf.
The beast hissed again Ekhard held up his sword, in the guard position, and steadied his breathing. the pain in his leg was gone and felt a sort of calm descend upon him " lets finish this" he screamed and the beast charged..
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Legends of the Nacht Beast date back to the beginnings of the Empire. Those imperial scholars who study such things are divided. Some believe there have been many Nacht Beasts, and the legends are a manifestation of folk sighting many strange things in the woods, they site the many different places the beast has been sighted and its varied descriptions. Others claim it is a single beast tied to the Nacht Garten and suggest there are accounts of the same beast dating back centuries and many sitings are not the true Nacht Beast. Either way they all agree the creature is a large, and very dangerous, chaos spawn.
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The Story of Frantz Faulen
Frantz closed his eyes and tried to swallow but instead started another chesty phlegm filled cough. His throat was burning sore, his head was pounding like Karl the blacksmiths hammer on the anvil and his skin itched with boils, sores and rashes.
He opened his eyes but the daemon was still there " You are strong precious.. yes you are" the daemon said " my master is pleased". Through his pus weeping eyes Frantz tried to focus on the daemon. It had a single large eye below a broken and filth encrusted horn, its teeth where yellow and rotten, its skin thin and cracked like old parchment and pus leaked from sore and lesions across his body.
" You are in pain my precious...but my master can save you...just say his name my child" the daemon droned. "Help mmmeeee" hissed Frantz. "Just say my masters names child". " I don't know who your master is" croaked Frantz. The daemon laughed " you know him child...just say his name...and this all ends" Frantz took a deep breath and started coughing again as the coughing subsided he managed to whisper "Lord Nurgle...I...I am yours"
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Frantz lived in one of the many small hamlets the dot the Nacht Garten. The hamlet was part of Graf Gerhard Rotfuchs's holdings like many such hamlets the saw few travellers except when the Graf's men came to collect taxes. Life in the Hamlet was simple and offered little in the way of excitement other than the yearly spring fair.
So there was much excitement in the hamlet when a troupe of travelling players appeared out of the forest and offered to perform a one night show for the villagers. The traveling players had clearly seen better days their wagons showed faded grandeur, there clothes where dirty and thread bare and many of them seemed a little unhealthy.
The play turned out to be less than a master piece of acting with odd droning music, strange words and finally ended with a macabre dance. In the morning the players left to little fanfare and the hamlet, seemingly, returned to normal. A few days latter the first animals became sick, then milk and food started to sour and rot and finally people started to fall ill.
For weeks the hamlet slowly died soon only a few people still lived in among the filth and decaying corpses barely alive themselves. Frantz was the strongest among the living somehow finding the strength of will to carry on drinking soured milk and eating mouldy food. Eventually even Frantz could no longer carry on and he collapsed resigned to his fate.
Nurgle though had turned his eye on the small hamlet, to admire the work of his carnival, and so it was he spied Frantz. Nurgle felt a brief surge of interest in this mortal and sent one of his daemons to offer Frantz a new life as one of Nurgle's champions.
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The Retinue of Frantz Faulen
Frantz slithered on to the rock outcrop leaving a trail of yellow slime in his wake. From his vantage point he stared down at the sickly, mutated humans that had become his followers. He paused to study them.
His lieutenant, Georg, stood out from the crowd resplendent in his suit of rusted armour. The suit of armour not only protected Georg in battle but helped to hold in his ample rolls of pallid flesh. Georg had appeared in Frantz camp one evening clearly marked with Papa Nurgle's gifts. Once, as he told it, he had been a sellsword but when he was struck down with the Red Plague his fellow mercenaries had abandoned him to die. Georg though didn't die and wandered the land, drawn by voices he claims, to find Frantz. Georg's experience in war had served Frantz well training his other followers how to use their weapons and improve their fighting ability.
Nurgle knows his other followers needed the training to. They came from the lowest elements of imperial society beggars, paupers and serfs all untied by being marked with Nurgle's gifts. A shuffling mass of weeping sores, hacking coughs and unusual coloured skin rashes armed with rusted farming tools and broken weapons. others would find them disgusting but Frantz took a paternal pride in them.
Frantz cleared his throat spitting out a huge ball of green yellow phlegm. "My children the enemies of our lord have entered the sacred grounds of Pliz Hain here to steal lord Nurgle's sacred plants. It is our duty to stop them"
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Georg is an old GW plastic chaos warrior from the 90s with a head from my bitz box and some green stuff.
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Frantz human followers are 40K pox walkers with any 40k bits removed and fantasy medieval pieces from my bits box added and some extra green stuff work.
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You are a sick, sick, little man! lol
Great (but disturbing) painting.
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You are a sick, sick, little man! lol
Great (but disturbing) painting.
errrr...Thanks...I think ;)
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Doomgore Guardian of the Chaos Heart
Doomgore watched, from his vantage point above the cave entrance as the champion of Tzeentch lead his followers into the gloom of the cave. He let out a low growl "More puny weaklings come to steal the sacred heart... Doomgore stop them". Doomgore turned and walked back into another cave, behind his vantage point, the hunt had began.
They weren't the first ones, and no doubt wouldn't be the last ones, to try enter the sacred temple of the Chaos Heart but Doomgore had killed all those that came before and displayed their skulls at the temple entrance. He was totally at home in the dark caverns in which the temple lay he knew every inch like the back of his hoof. Doomgore tipped his head and listened, the intruders thought they where being stealthy but their noise betrayed them, "South tunnel...near the rock trap" the perfect place for an ambush. Doomgore tested the edge on his huge axe "time to kill.. time to feed"
Doomgore's axe smashed in the head of the last dwarf this one had, been blessed by the gods with, horns like Doomgore's and blue fur. Its blood was still red though and he had to fight the urge to fall on the dwarf's corpse and feed at the sight of blood. Instead he turned and faced the champion of Tzeentch, a human in blue robes, whose left arm was a mass of writhing tentacles and who had a third large eye on his forehead.
The human tried to look confident but Doomgore could smell his fear even as he started to chant the dark words of a spell. Bolts of blue lightning flew across the cavern and struck Doomgore, he barely felt the pain, as he strode toward the human raising his axe high above his head. "You are weak, you are not worthy to tread this holy ground" roared Doomgore as he brought his axe down...
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The Chaos Heart
On the eastern side of the Nacht garden is a bluff overlooking the river Reik. The bluff is riddled with caves deep inside the caves is a temple dedicated to chaos undivided. The temple is guarded, so rumours say, by a huge minotaur known as Doomgore. The temple is also home to a sacred treasure of chaos the Chaos Heart. Many a chaos champion has tried to lay claim to the chaos heart but, so far, they have all fallen to Doomgore’s axe.
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Very interesting idea. I look forward to seeing all sorts of old figures.
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This is pretty metal. :D
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Absolutely wonderful painting, but must admit with that title I expected chaotic versions of Iggle-Piggle and the gang! :D
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Lovely work and brilliantly evocative little scenes, great selection of minis too! Looking forward to your slice of the Old World developing further.
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Very impressed so far. Everything has so much character.
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Thanks guys glad you like them
Absolutely wonderful painting, but must admit with that title I expected chaotic versions of Iggle-Piggle and the gang! :D
There may have been an influence. I spent many an evening watching Upsy Daisy and Makka Pakka with my little girl (when she was little) …. Also Teletubby land didn't sound quite so cool when I translated it, into German, with google translate :D
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Thanks guys glad you like them
There may have been an influence. I spent many an evening watching Upsy Daisy and Makka Pakka with my little girl (when she was little) …. Also Teletubby land didn't sound quite so cool when I translated it, into German, with google translate :D
Yes, I too remember sitting there watching "Night Garden" with my little girl, wondering "what the hell is this?"
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Yes, I too remember sitting there watching "Night Garden" with my little girl, wondering "what the hell is this?"
Literally the reaction of every adult who ever watched it lol
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This is great stuff! Wonderful painting and imagination. Be interesting to follow along.
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You have some wonderful hideous models. Fantastic!
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You have some wonderful hideous models. Fantastic!
This is great stuff! Wonderful painting and imagination. Be interesting to follow along.
Thanks chaps
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I can't decide what is more stunning, your miniatures or your own little patch of the empire, you created. Simply great stuff, thank you for sharing!
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Rolph of Untergard - The Cursed Knight
Ludwig Von Schwartz coughed, spat out the offending phlegm and took a big swig of grog. He looked up at the, well attired, young lady and her handsome companion. " If your looking to head into the Nacht Garten you'll need some companions its not a place to travel in small groups" he said. " Don't worry about me old man I'm able to look after myself" replied the young lady. " Because you're a wizard? countered Ludwig. The young lady shot him a brief but surprised look "I'm old enough and have travelled enough to have seen plenty of wizards it doesn't impress me and it won't impress the Garten either. If you go in to the woods with just lover boy here for company" he said pointing at the man " you'll die the woods are full of dead wizards. You need some muscle". The woman sighed "And you have some names in mind, for some coin, no doubt" I can give you some names sure" replied Ludwig "And I can give you the name of one companion to avoid"
"Rolph of Untergrad" Ludwig started in his best story telling voice "Once he was a templar of the White Wolf. He was banished from the order many years ago.. though no one seems to know why. It's some sort of big secret among the wolf worshippers mention his name to them and you'll, most likely, get some teeth knocked out. Now he travels the land, a lone warrior, seeking something though what that is a mystery. There is no doubt he is a great warrior scourge of those who follow the dark gods. Beastmen, chaos spawn and even mighty champions of the dark ones have fallen beneath his Warhammer. One thing is for sure though who ever fights beside him ends up dead. He was one of seven sell swords hired to defend a village against brigands he and some young peasant girl were the only ones to emerge alive. A couple of years ago he accompanied a band of three dozen mercenaries to track down a band of beastmen raiding on the Marienberg road. A week letter only Rolph emerged from the woods carrying the severed head of a giant beastman chieftain. Its the same story over and over Rolph survives everyone else dies. Now only the most desperate would consider fighting along side him and he carries the moniker of...The Cursed Knight"
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Rolph of Untergrad travels the Nacht Garten searching for something though what that is he won't discuss. Those who have met him claim he is an aging, brooding man of pallid flesh and few words. His once fine armour and weapons are now rusted and dirty and he makes no attempt to keep himself clean or groomed. He seems down trodden and resigned to some fate only he knows is coming. The only time he seems to find energy and vigour is when battle is joined when he becomes a berserk fighter of great power. His demeanour and the fact that any allies of Rolph's always end up meeting a violent death have meant he is now known as the Cursed Knight.
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Great stuff - I really like that spider-thing and the knight: that's a terrifically doom-laden face!
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I like that guy. The character fits perfectly in your world.
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Great stuff - I really like that spider-thing and the knight: that's a terrifically doom-laden face!
I like that guy. The character fits perfectly in your world.
Thanks guys
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Jakob Rache - The Doomed One
"...and he that went before now came last, and that which was white and black, and all direction was thrown against itself. Grown mightily indignant at the words of the Gods, Malal did turn his heart against them and flee into the chambers of space... And no man looked to Malal then, save those that serve that which they hate, who smile upon their misfortune, and who bear no love save for the damned. At such times as a warrior's heart turns to Malal, all Gods of Chaos grow fearful, and the laughter of the Outcast God fills the tomb of space..."
—From The Great Book of Despair.
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Jakob Rache was a farmer in a northern village on the border with Kislev. He was a happy man who was content with his lot in life. He had a modest farm house surrounded by fertile land, a pretty young wife and three children he doted on. All that changed when the followers of chaos descended on his village. After seeing his family murdered he was left for dead in the ruins of his burning farm but Jakob didn't die that day. Deep in his soul sparked the fire of revenge.
Jakob followed the chaos raiders North he prayed to his gods to give him vengeance but none answered his prayers. Through sheer will Jakob made it to the accursed wastes but there even his desire for revenge could not sustain him. Finally coming across a strange stone monolith Jakob slid down beside it and waited for death but Jakob did not die that day. A God finally answered his prayers....
Years later Jakob emerged from the Chaos Wastes a changed man he was now a Doomed One a mighty warrior of the renegade god Malal clad in arcane armour and carrying a magic life stealing axe. His constant search for the followers of the Chaos gods to kill has brought him south to the Nacht Garten.
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Ghouls
Ludwig Von Schwartz stared in to the fire, lost in his own thoughts, a polite cough jolted him back to the present. Outside snow was falling and the tavern was full of people looking to escape the cold. As was usual, on nights like these, Ludwig had managed to keep himself in grog by telling stories of his old adventures to the tavern's patrons. "ermm yes where was I?" Ludwig asked. A rather tubby merchant from Nuln answered " You where telling us about the time a priest of Morr hired you and your companions". Ludwig nodded "ah yes".
"So there we where in the crypts, under the garden of Morr, in Bogenhafen. The priest said someone was stealing corpses and they need to be stopped he didn't know the half of it. We came across the grave robbers, that night, but they weren't human, at least not any more, and they weren't stealing corpses... they where eating them!" Ludwig continued his story telling of the fear he felt in those dark crypts, the gruesome deaths of his companions and the disgusting nature of his opponents before reaching the last bit of the story.
"and then it was just me and the leader of the monsters left" stated Ludwig " In the light of my burning torch I could see the creature hunched over, with gangly limbs yet it's wiry muscles suggested it was stronger than it looked. It's skin was pallid and only a few wisps of hair still remained on its head. Each hand ended in long filthy claws while its mouth was filled with sharp yellowing teeth. and the stench... by the gods the stench..it was the smell of death. It was a tough fight the creature was fast and fought like a rabid animal in the end though my longsword parted its foul head from its body. That was the first time, and thankfully the last time, I've ever faced Ghouls"
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Ghouls are utterly inhuman in their behavior, living off only the flesh of the dead. In form they are stooping and bestial with blotchy foul-colored skin. They have no real need of weapons as they have developed long claws which are encrusted with filth and disease. Long slavering tongues protrude from snarling lips which also reveal their sharpened teeth.
There are groups of ghouls in the Nacht Garten. A legacy of both chaos warbands and starving peasants to resort to cannibalism during desperate times. Of all the areas of the Nacht Garten they seem especially common in and around the Hamlet of Aldusdorf
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What a fantastic project. So many figures that are so well painted, and with such detailed back stories too.
The spider thing on the first post is proper scary. As are many of the other models too.
Looking forward (in a hiding behind the sofa way) to seeing more.
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Thank you sir. The background bit is quite important to me I find myself coming up with little background stories as I paint. A lot of it stems from the original Realms of Chaos books which had some really evocative little stories scattered through out them which I always loved to read.
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OUTSTANDING! The miniatures & the setting are wonderfully imaginative & beautifully crafted/painted. VERY WELL DONE!
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OUTSTANDING! The miniatures & the setting are wonderfully imaginative & beautifully crafted/painted. VERY WELL DONE!
Thank you sir
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The Plague Knights Three
Dorf cursed again he was in a foul mood. This was supposed to be an easy trade and re-supply run. He had been sent, along with his brother Kimil and a dozen of their clansmen, with a mule train of ore to trade with the humans in Reinsfield . Dorf's father was the leader of a small clan of dwarves living in the grey mountains and as such Dorf had been given the responsibility of leading the mule train. His farther had warned him to take the longer but safer route south through the mountains before turning east " Stay away from the Untotenmoor lad" was his fathers last words before he left the mine. Dorf hadn't listened.
At first Dorf felt justified in ignoring his farther they made good progress and shaved at least three days off the journey. But last night the fog had rolled in and this morning he could barely see the arse of the mule in front of him. They dwarves had set off anyway Dorf prided himself on his sense of direction and he didn't want to waste time waiting for the fog to clear. It had been another mistake Dorf angrily admitted to himself because now they seemed to wandered into some sort of bog.
"Do you hear that?" asked Kimil. Dorf put his hand up and listened at first he wasn't sure but then he heard it " Sounds like someone ringing a bloody bell" said Dorf "sounds like its getting closer to.
Kimil squinted as he stared into the thick yellowish fog "By Grombrindal what is that smell?" Kimil coughed. Dorf was about to answer when he saw something a shape, just a shadow really, in the fog moving slowly but towards them. The hairs on Dorf's neck stood up something wasn't right "Weapons! stand to!" shouted Dorf.
"Fire!" shouted Kimil and a half dozen crossbows clicked together the bolts sailed into the fog one of the shadow shapes seemed to stop with an audible grunt and then carried on shambling closer. Dorf watched through watering eyes, the stench was beyond unbearable now, as the shapes finally emerged from the fog. There where three of them all clad in rusted and filth encrusted armour. Their pale sickly skin was covered in weeping boil and sores. The first had a head but no facial features and his arm ended in a hooked claw, the second carried a huge scythe and a bell while the lasts ones flesh had all been rooted away revealing yellowing bone underneath.
Dorf smashed his axe into his opponents knee, a perfectly executed move that should have dropped his opponent, the creature didn't even seem to notice. It grabbed his axe with a strength that Dorf wouldn't have thought such rotten limbs could muster. The creature looked down at him "A gift from my father" it said. Dorf's confusion about how a creature with no mouth could speak was cut short as black flies started to pour from the creatures body soon Dorf was surrounded by a swarm of biting buzzing insects. They flew up his nose and crawled through his beard he tried to scream but they flew into his open mouth and choked him. Dorf passed out.
The creature waded through the filthy water of Flybottom Bog revelling in the filth and decay. It was a short create with a scraggily beard, its eyes was large and fly like, its skin was bloated and covered in weeping lesions and its legs where insect like. the creature raised its head and screeched one word "Doorrfff"
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The history of the Plague Knights Three dates back to the time of Magnus the Pious. After the great war against chaos there was much work to be done, rooting out the followers of chaos, in the Empire. One such chaos traitor was found in Magnus's court. On discovery the traitor fled North and Magnus dispatched three of his best knights to bring him justice. The knights tracked the traitor to the Nacht Garten and followed him into Flybottom Bog. They become mired in the bog and when a thick fog descended the knights became hopelessly lost. The knights where never seen again. years latter stories started to be told of a trio of hideous "Plague" knights haunting the area around Flysbottom bog. These knights act as guardians of Flysbottom bog protecting Nurgle's sacred sites and visiting the gifts of papa Nurgle on those who enter the bog.
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I've been working on (hopefully the first) on a small skirmish board for my warband games over the Easter weekend. This will hopefully be my little slice of Flysbottom Bog. I think its turning out OK and looks a bit like a bog/marsh/fen? Still have more plant life and the water areas to sort out yet.
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Very nice, very nice indeed
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My wife and I like your terrain very much!
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Nice marsh terrain can almost feel the moisture and smell the stench. Look forward to seeing it completed.
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That's a cracking board 8)
I like the style of the figures as well :)
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Great looking swamp board
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That is very cool
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Thanks for the kind words guys.
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That is very clever. :o
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That is very clever. :o
cheers
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Drugi Rotfuchs Champion of Khorne
Drugi fiddled with his horses reins, he was agitated, desperate to be involved in the battle. Since he had signed on with the mercenary Schwarzes Band, and come north to fight for Kislev, he had seen plenty of skirmishes. He had proved himself in those battles, along the border with the troll country, to. Beastman, human mutant or Chaos spawn, it didn't matter, all had fallen beneath his blade. After he single handily slew that giant, mutant, troll he had gained promotion to squadron leader. He had pushed his squadron hard to make them the best. He took pride in being acknowledged as the best swordsmen and the best squadron leader in the whole of the Schwarzes Band. So now his chance had come, to prove himself in a full sized pitch battle, and he was stuck in reserve. "Commander Gerhardt might as have well have spat in my face, pompous arse, calling me an undisciplined, vain glory seeker I'm his best damned warrior" Drugi fumed.
"Edmund" shouted Drugi to his second in command "Yes sir" replied Edmund riding up along side Drugi. "Get the men ready we are going into the fight" Edmund looked confused "We have had orders sir? I didn't see any messenger" " Orders be damned the army need us.... NEEDS ME!" Edmund recoiled " Sir if we haven't had orders we should wait." " I said ready the men." Drugi growled. "No Sir" replied Edmund. Drugi's sword shot out of its scabbard and across Edmund's throat Edmund let out a surprised gurgle and fell of his horse dead. Drugi turned his horse and rode back towards his squadron " PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"
Drugi's squadron crested the hill. The battle was laid out before him his eye was immediately drawn to huge banner, covered in skulls and surrounded by warriors in red, that was forging a bloody path into the Kislevite battle line. That was the eye of the storm and that was where he was going.
Drugi felt pure exhilaration as he and his men smashed into their enemies. His sword rose and fell as he cut down one enemy after another he was a pure engine of destruction aiming directly at the skull strewn chaos banner. Then he saw him, a huge giant of man, clad in red armour, cutting a bloody path through his enemies with a gore soaked axe. Drugi didn't even hesitate and spurred his horse straight at the champion of the Dark Gods.
Drugi Screamed a sound of pure joy as he drove his sword through his opponents skull. He had won he had beaten the best the Dark Gods had to offer. He never wanted this feeling to end, the exhilaration, the blood, the screaming the pure joy of it. His sword snapped in his opponents skull Drugi beat down and scoped up his enemies axe. WHO HERE THINKS THEY CAN BEST ME?!" he screamed "FIGHT ME!". He turned and plunged the axe into a man stood near by. There was a brief moment of regret and confusion as Drugi realized the man was one of his own men and then it was buried under an all consuming blood lust...
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Drugi Rotfuchs was the fourth son of Graf Gerhard Rotfuchs. Some say he was his father's favourite son who loved his boy's fearless natures. Even at a young age he was besting his older brothers in the martial pursuits always looking to be the best of his siblings. While his brothers lives where mapped out, as a fourth child, Drugi had no real role in the family and so set out to find fame and fortune as a mercenary in Kislev.
Drugi's desire to prove himself the best started as a virtue but slowly became a weakness as he constantly sort battle against the worst the Troll country could produce. Finally in battle against an invading army of Chaos Drugi lost his mind, and in a berserk rage, slaughtered everyone, friend and foe, that came in reach of his weapon. When the battle ended Drugi fled north to the Chaos wastes. It wasn't Drugi's fate to spend eternity in battle in the wastes, though, Khorne had other plans for him. So years latter Drugi emerged from the wastes, with a band of followers, to return to his home in the Empire and build an army for Khorne right in the middle of Sigmar's realm.
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Bloodbeast- Chaos Spawn of Khorne
The Spawn of Chaos are the most horrific of all the Chaos-tainted Humans, for in appearance at least they live up to their name, seeming to have been created from an eruption of the raw stuff of Chaos into the world."
— Vorster Pike, Witch Hunter
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For those who fail Khorne punishment frequently comes as transformation into a Chaos spawn. The flesh is torn, moulded and re-purposed into a new creature. A mindless beast of claw and fang built to harvest skulls and blood for Khorne.
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the fruits of the long Easter weekend a 2x2 foot game board for small warband battles
Fly’s Bottom Bog
"A stinking morass of sucking mud and rotting vegetation . The smell is awful like rotting eggs and soured milk and the insects! I never knew flies could grow that big! No wonder those plague lovers of Nurgle enjoy the place"
Heldimar Dwarf Prospector
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Siting in the heart of the Nacht Garden Fly's bottom bog is surrounded by the higher ground of Untotenmoor. The bog was formed in a crater created when a huge warp stone rock landed after the collapse of the warp gates thousands of years ago. The huge chunk of warpstone lies directly under the bog infecting and mutating both plants and animals. Huge insects, tentacled creatures who lurk in the brackish water pools and giant carnivorous plants are all hazards here. Not surprisingly this putrid mass of rotting chaos is very popular with the followers of Nurgle who inhabit the Nacht Garten.
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Great little terrain set up.
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That board looks superb!
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Thanks guys always nice to get feed back.
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Fantastic, absolutely love everything
Where did you get that Kaleb Daark figure from or is he a conversion?
Really great
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Fantastic, absolutely love everything
Where did you get that Kaleb Daark figure from or is he a conversion?
Really great
Thanks. The Kaleb homage is from Mierce Miniatures though I changed the shield out for a Games Workshop one he can be found here
https://mierce-miniatures.com/index.php?act=pro&pre=mrm_dkl_fmr_blr_wcf_101_000
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Thanks for that, they have some really interesting stuff. I've never heard of them before
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Thanks for that, they have some really interesting stuff. I've never heard of them before
They have some fantastic miniatures especially some of the big models prices can be a bit eye watering at times though. I picked up a few of their miniatures cheap as they were selling off their metal versions I think everything is resin now.
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Well it seems blogger is having some technical problems and half my pictures have disappeared behind a minus sign :-[ still forging ahead chaos thugs of Khorne
"Many turn to Chaos as an easy path to power. Few travel far along that road, for it is beset with dangers, that effect both mind and body. The chaos thugs are men of this kind - fresh upon the Chaos path and barely touched by it's corrupting power."
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Brigands of the Woods
Dieter Gelt sighed he had come to the Orc's Armpit looking for information. As a merchant he prided himself on getting the lay of the land, before he traded in an area, finding out who where the movers and shakers and what where the dangers. As usual he had headed for the seediest looking tavern, in town, where the best information could usual be found for a few coins and beer. Tonight though he had lucked out. The bar keeper had directed him to an old man in the corner, by the name of Ludwig, but after an hour he heard nothing but folk stories and old wives tales about the dark gods and monsters. Sure the story about the temple in the forest where a pleasure cult performed all manor of filth was mildly interesting but still this wasn't the sort of information he was looking for.
"Is that the time" Dieter mumbled "I must be going". The old man looked up " None as blind as those who refuse to see" he said. Dieter bit back "I came here looking for useful information on the Nacht Garten. All I've received for my beer and coin are a bunch of fairy tales about monsters and mad people you clearly have nothing useful to tell me so I'll take my beer elsewhere". The old man stared hard at him, with his one good eye, then shrugged. "Ok have it your way. Has anyone told you about Brin the Brigand king?" "I'm listening" said Dieter. "I can tell you where he operates, his tricks and traps even where his camp is" replied Ludwig. "And how would you know that?" enquired Dieter "Simple" said the old man " I used to be one of his gang.."
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Not every danger in the Nacht Garten is down to the Gods of Chaos there are plenty of mundane dangers found there that are found all over the Empire wild animals, goblins and brigands are all a danger to travellers in the Nacht Garten.
Brigands, Bandits, Bushwhackers, Cutthroats, what ever the name, these bands of desperate men and women, live in the wilds, robbing travellers and menacing farms and hamlets. Their backgrounds can be mixed, and their reasons varied, for becoming a brigand peasants who have fled a cruel lord, soldiers or mercenaries who find themselves unemployed by peace, merchants fleeing debt, freeman starving in times of famine or even thrill seeking nobles.
The fate of these men can go many ways some hate what they are forced to do and return to more mundane life as soon as they can. Others get rich on the spoils of robbery and in the Empire money buys respectability and a chance at a new life with no questions asked. Some come to enjoy the freedom of the brigands lifestyle and go onto become famous with names like Brin the Brigand King, Wulf the Whip or Norbet the Noble. A few will become so desperate they will join a champion of chaos and take the first step on the path to damnation as chaos thugs.
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Pretty cool. Every one is worried about the boogyman, but it's most likely the mundane that will get you.
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Pretty cool. Every one is worried about the boogyman, but it's most likely the mundane that will get you.
Especially in Warhammer where you can spend half a game avoiding the orc warboss on a wyvern and end up being undone by a unit of ruddy snotlings lol
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Yep!