Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

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...

Polykratos looked at the ruins of the Temple of Artemis. One day he knew his state would be rich enough to restore it. Approaching from the North were an invading force of hoplites. He knew he would have a hard fight. "Want to stop them?" Tychon the archer looked up from the shade of the olive tree he was sitting under. "Think Artemis would like us fighting here?" Leandros grinned, knowing Tychos favour of the goddess of hunters. He and Polykratos were, at best, agnostic, but he was not going to risk her wrath. "Not a good fighting area for our hoplites, this looks like a job for the peltasts and archers." "I'm sure the Hoplites will be busy enough." Polykratos smiled wryly. "We will swing them right. Archers near the wood, slingers and peltasts to take the ruins, go with them Leandros, I'm sure they will appreciate the support." David and I met up on Wednesday for a game of Mortal Gods. I used my standard list, David put out ...

Typhon lay back near the campfire,as the other Thespians picked away at the bones of the freshly roasted rabbit he had hunted earlier. Libations had been made to Artemis, but the rest had definitely been enjoyed by the warband. "Did I ever tell you about the time I fought against the Hydra, along side Jason and the Argonauts?" "I'm calling bull," Leandros laughed at the archer. Polykratos looked at the veteran archer and smiled wryly, "Typhon, we know you are an old fighter, but that's a legend." "Go on, spin your tale Typhon," Leandros chortled. David R and I met up for a game of Mortal Gods:Mythic, table fell like this, and we just went for a stand up fight. Dave's kit isn't all painted yet, so forgive him! Not all Jason's are goblins. The Hordes of Hades. More Skellies than you can shake a femur at, some are archers, a few temple guard, a priest, and A HYDRA! Atalanta, Typhon and my archers start by picking off a unit of ...

Polykratos ran his hands through the long grass, a shadow loomed over him, he shook himself awake. "Alright porcupine?" Tychon the archer offered a hand to the Locargos, "Enjoying your nap?" Leandros had an arm in a sling, never a good sign, and Polykratos's ears rang. "Where are the Persians?" "Pursuing the other Greeks, out boys holding the hill was enough of a discouragement. Plus, I think they used up their arrows on you two!" The archer whistled a jaunty tune as he walked away. "Still not in Hades, Polykratos?" "Still not in Hades, Tychon!" he grinned, slapping his second on teh back, and regretting it as his hand contacted armour. Mark and I were joined by David at teh Leighton Buzzard Wargames Club for a three sided game of Mortal Gods. David had been threatening to get his stuff on table for a while, and we decided now was the time. Each of us took 400 points. My Thespians, Mark with Persians, and David with generi...

Polykratos shook his head, the bandage would come off in a day or two, and the wounds would heal quickly enough with some sacrifices to Asklepios, but he suspected he would have a scar for the rest of his days along his scalp. Leandros looked over and grined, using a broken spear as a crutch, his leg wound would heal, but the embarressment would take a while longer. His infectious grin was annoying, but it meant Polykratos was alive as he could still hear his old friend prattling on, if at least he was in Hades, he would not hear clear words... Tychon the archer had obviously been marshelling the Lochos while the two of them had been injured. Polykratos leaned acrss, and with a voice dry from unconsciousness, muttered "How long was I out for?" "Two hours since we got beaten up. Why you two hared off looking for trouble is beyond me!" The  archer shook his head. "At least we tried something old friend," Leandros laughed, "between us all we could not hi...