Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

"Another time I was fighting alongside Jason," Tychon took a draught from his wine cup, "a different temple of Zeus, but the servents of Hades were of the same temple..." Polykratos groaned, Leandros looked around, as if trying to find something else to do. "Guys, seriously, these are true stories." The archer complained. "But how?" Leandros groaned, "we are well beyond the golden age of heroes. it must have be hundreds of years ago?" "Oh, but this story explains why?" the archer laughed. Dave, David and I met up for another Mortal Gods Mythic game. David was trying out the forces of Zeus, fielding a different force to Mark's (hlMark was meant to play, but he had a doctor's note this week). He was using Centaurs, a mixture of Saytrs, both shooty and fighty, a minotaur and Dionysius, a Satyr general, along with the oh-so-lethal priest. The back of my forces. Unchanged from the last game(s): Three hoplite stands, t'...

Tychon looked up at the rest of the Thespian Lochagos around the fire. The warband had had a quiet day, and were enjoying the last scraps of their meals. He nudged Polykratos and looked up at the rest of the gang as Jeff was starting to assemble and tune instruments. "You know it wasn't the only time I fought the Hydra..." "You never fought the Hydra!" Polykratos coughed. "Not once, not twice, not never!" "Oh I did, ask the archers, we were there." Tychon said with complete earnestness. "The second time, it was against a priest of Hades and a priest of Zeus, attacking a temple." "Never!" "Centaurs of Zeus, pushing into skeletons, as they moved across the area towards each other," Polykratos took a drink of wine from his goblet, and leaned back to listen.   Mark, Dave and I got together for another Mortal Gods scrap, this time with out 'Mythic' variant. My temple sat in the centre, terrain sat in each depl...