Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

 "Cue Harmonica music" "Cue tumbleweed" ""Stuntman fall off roof" Cliff very kndly agreed to take me through a game or three of 'Dead Man's Hand - Redux', which allowed me to get out a batch of 28mm Wils West figures that I probably haven't used since the days of Warhammer: Legends of The Old West which we played in 2004 onwards! Think I might even have sold mine. But I still have a gang of Lawmen, and a squad of US Infantry too. Cliff only has the basic rules (otherwise my Commanche might well have come out), so Lawmen it was!  The game splits into three 'Scenes', basically scenarios. One player is the good guy (I am the law), the other the baddie, and many old movies get quoted!  Scenario 1:  The bad guys take afront at the new guy in town and call him out in the street: In this case, my Marshal (yes, many were black, especially in the Post-Civil War era, it was a well-paid position) faces off against three of Cliff's tou...

As they stood round the bed, he heard them... "Well, out of the two of you, you definitly got the brains!" "And looking at that shoulder, you've probably got the brawn too now!" The Knight opened his eyes to see the Fox Force standing round, grinning. His shoulder stung, but at least he could move both his forepaws, so that was a plus. He doubted he would yse his axe with full force from now on. Even the crisp, white, light sheet felt like it was pressing his arm down. At least the sunlight streamed in. "Did we succeed?" His voice was croaky, hos throatbwas dry, he must have been out for days. "Well," His sister, The Mage stroked her chin under the mask she habitually wore, "Master Toad had gone a courting..." "But his attention had wavered, and he decided to stay away away from home," the Warrior added. "His father, Mr. Toad, must not have liked that, he was paying well for his son's return!" Laughed the Ra...

 The large leverett approached the table she sat at, and, clutching soft cap in paws, coughed politely to attract the Fox mage's attention. "What do you desire?" The fox looked round, her face shielded by a white mask. Whether this made her more or less scary than the scars it hid was a matter of debate. The leverett whispered quietly, and placed some pennies on the table. The vixen mage  smiled, almost kindly, reached into her cloak, and with a flourish of sparks, placed a silver necklace embedded with semi-precious stones on a cloth in front of the wide-eyed hare. It glowed slightly with a white and green aura, "It will help her, but won't cure her fully, she needs a proper priest and lots of fresh air and baths for that..." The young hare n9dded, took the proffered item, and scuttled off. The Vixen made a sign to Roddy Pewt, the Newt, the owner and (partial) namesake of the bar. He reached under the counter, and produced the crystal goblet and bottle of v...

Graham kindly invited me roud for another game. This time we were trialing the pre-release version of ' Scrapjack s' by Stalker 7. This is a cooperative (or even solo) Sci-Fifsalvage game; where your team of four has to explore and recover items from desolate areas of space. Assume broken spaceships, abandoned stations, but are they actually abandoned? As Graham and I were trialing there were no official floorplans or models, yet. So, an ad-hoc selection of miniatures from Graham's amazing collection (more retro spacesuits/diving suits than hi-tech gear here) and his great portable terrain system. Our team of four enter the area. Each team is made up of different characters, and I'm sure as the rules are finalised, more will become apparent, but ours had a hacker, a fighter, a medic and a fixer types, giving a useful spread of skills across three different stat types. Aim is to sweep each room for goodies and salvage, complete missions for rewards, and survive. That las...

"What was it we heard them say: 'Looks like a nice village, be a shame of anything happens to it!'" Smalls the Stoat muttered under his breath, "not the sort of thing you say when visiting a place." Matilda the ferret shook her head, "Why are we here Sir Dereck?" The aged stoat veteran hefted his axe and looked at the gang of stoats, weasels and a ferret as they tooled up, "Someone told us Rufus the hound, and his gang, were in the neighbourhood we've been hired to deal with them, and oh boy, did they need dealing with, and we are being paid extra to cut their supply lines." "You mean help ourselves to their kit!" Laughed the mage Teddy the Stoat, his sword sniggered nastily too. "Right, everyone ready?" "Matilda the Ferret, Teddy the mage, Eddy, Neddy, Smalls, Sir Dereck, Ron the Weasel, Gilly Weasel, Fred Weasel, and Harry." "Yeah, we know who we are!" Teddy groaned. Neddy looked out fr...