Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

Mark suggested we jump to the final scenario of an all in attack for both sides, allowing airpower and artillery. Winner is the player who kills the most, simples. Eeep! So, I looked at the lists, added proper artillery and added an on call Bristol Blenheim squadron to the British (which Mark & Dave took), and upped the points of the Germans to match, but with no special abilities, just a lot more kit (including long-barrelled Panzer IIIJs, but still not everything I own). Terrain was spartan to say the least, the Brits had three pre-programmed artillery (two HE, one smoke), and a live battery of off-table 25lbers. I had as much armour as I could manage, veteran DAK infantry and a desire to get in the Brit's faces. Would it work? We decided this time to try the 'hits stay on, but HQs can rally off' rules variant. The British lost the deployment roll, and spread their forces across table, whispering pre-planned bombardment ideas to each other. I simply massed my forces ...

Polykratos looked at the ground ahead of them, several patches of scrub interspersed the rocky outcrops that dominated the area. Leandros looked over and as usual, grinned confidently and waved as he set off. He obviously was going straight up the largest hill, and would take the peltasts with him. Tychon the archer had already headed out with the archers to hold the right. Polykratos turned round to Jeff, the musician, shrugged and looked at the hoplites as they moved up in line ahead of him, supported by the meager shooting of the slingers. "Not good terrain for a shieldwall, we are going to be busy supporting everyone!" Jeff nodded, and played out a jaunty tune on the pipes to encourage the men on.    David came round for a game, we played on a narrow table (as that's all I've got at the moment) with our usual warbands, my Thespians, David's Spartans. David set the terrain, and we threw a straight up scrap with no unusual deployment or missions. The big hill do...

"Oi, where's the rest of the army?" Stumpy Jason turned round to the musician Thumpy Jason. "We's only playing 1000 points!" "Oh right. But why are there more Empire 'ooomans than us then?" the Goblin Wolfrider capatin pondered. Mort and I met up for a game of Warhammer Old World. I chose my Goblins, with only 1000 points. This led to me taking a unit of spears, with the army standard, a unit of archers, a spear chucker and some wolf riders. A level 1 mage, my general on a giant squig and Stumpy Jason rounded out my selection. I was tooled up with magic standards and characters, so half my points were tied up in characters. Mort had two units of mounted pistolliers, a spear unit, two detachments , one of handgunners, one of halbardiers, and a small unit of knights. Two characters were embedded in his spears and one pistolliers, and a mage strode forwards with the halbardiers. My wolves and general went left, archers, spears, bolt chucker and...

Typhon woke up, his head was banging, and there would definitely be a new scar on hi sarm... "Nice to see you can take a knock too!" Leandros looked over at the archer. Polykratos sat on a nearby boulder, helmet and shield at his feet, sword bloodied, he was smiling at his two fellow fighters. "Nice to see you two sleepy heads. By the way, we won! Spartans and Etruscans all sent packing, treasures secrured!" Dave, David and I met up for a game of Mortal Gods. Mark was meant to be joining us, but he had to call off. This is only a quick report, as we were haing too much of a laugh! Six objecties were scattered across the field, which you have to find and hold until the end of turn 5. One would go live on a roll of '6', if an action was expended on it. The others then are empty. Three sides means two corners and an edge. 450 points each. I was nearest, Dave the other corned, David the opposite edge.My standard warband took to the field, with their eyes firmly...

 Another competition, another spoon!