Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

*WARNING - THE FOLLOWING POST MAY CONTAIN UNFINISHED FIGURES - THOSE OF A NERVOUS DISPOSITION LOOK AWAY NOW* Stephrn at Leighton Buzzard very kindly agreed to give me a game of Sharp Practise using the 1870/1 FPW mods, as several club members have forces to skirmish with, all Dik's fault (I also have several corps for both sides in 1870 in 10mm, but that's my want), I decided to join in. After David misordered his French, and ended up with four boxes rather than two (!) I took two off his hands and after about three weeks of assembly, started painting them last weekend, before the game on Wednesday. Hence why they aren't finished (and the Chasseurs a Pied I ordered arrived the day after our game). We chose the 'Skirmish' scenario. The two forces met while the French were investigating a fire observed at a farmstead the previous night. Not the usual rolling plains of Alsace=Lorraine, as my forces are from 45em ligne, 2nd Brigade, 1st Division, 1st Corps, they must be...

Four foxes sat around a campfire, roasting something on a spit and drinking from goblets as the sun dipped low beneath the far off Northymbrian Hills in an orange sheen. A fifth rolled , turned and tossed under a blanket in an open fronted tent facing the fire. They had not adjourned to the nearest inn, as was their plan, but sat under the sunset and the first few twinkling stars in the distance. "Will she be alright?" The fox rogue looked up from his tankard, wiping away a few flecks of froth from his whiskers. "Who knows?" The knight looked up, and returned his eyes to where he was polishing dents and scratches out of his armour. "My sister is a little delicate, but after what she suffered with the Necromancers though, she should pull through this." "Taking on three fully armoured badgers, whose brilliant idea was that?" the archeress grinned wickedly as she turned some meat on the spit between cleaning arrowheads. "I had been tracking th...

"Now, my friends, our honoured guests from the Humans have prepared a presentation about one of their latest border squabbles that we hacked their deep space surveillance feeds and intercepted. Our feeds appear to have been compromised from two directions, so we will be rather limited in our viewpoint, but I'm sure the Ambassador will be able to explain and cope." The Auren Emperor floated in his dining tank, surrounded by many of his family and closest acquaintances. "How am I supposed to not break eye contact with a whole pool full of senior Aurens?" This was the first time any human had been invited to such a feast, and it was considered a major diplomatic breakthrough, somehow, the Ambassador had the feeling that was being set up for him to become the starter. On screen, a volume of space appeared in 3d, with various assets highlighted in Auren script. Several fleets were closing around an asteroid belt. The Ambassador did not recognise the system, but he co...

"So, let me get this straight," Sir Dereck mused from a log next to the campfire, "We went up against four other gangs, and no one is injured?" "I took a crossbow bolt to the arm," Neddy interjected. "It scratched you bruvva!" Eddy dug him in the ribs. "Even Matilda was still standing!" Ron the Weasel added, "Oi!" A hazelnut shell landed firmly on his nose. "Moss Port, who would have thought that flea scratch town would stand up to Pi-Rats." Teddy scratched his whiskers. "Impounding their ship while they were in a pub having a meal was a bold move." "Yeah," the White Monk looked over from his text, "offloading their booty and auctioning it on the market sqaure was bound to cause issues". Smalls leaned over, took a peak at the holy book, wrinkled his nose and added "Especially without arresting the rats first." Matilda looked up from her hazelnut "Rats reclaming a ship, do...