Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Prepared to Face Zargon!

You have done well. And yet it seems your task has hardly begun. Dark clouds gather at the Empire’s borders…

The Emperor rode with his army towards Black Fire Pass, that perilous mountain route linking the Empire and the Borderlands. No such army has ever been raised in living memory. They drew up their battle lines on the grassy plains at the foot of the mountain road and waited. ‘Ere nightfall, the sky darkened and a great wind arose. Spine-chilling shrieks and howls echoed from the mountain tops, terrifying the horses and filling man and elf alike with fear. 

Then came the first assault. Pouring down the mountainside as though it was a gentle slope rather than an almost vertical cliff, the hordes of Zargon fell upon the Empire’s Defenders. Like a black wave they came; but the line held and it seemed we should win the day.

But I had not reckoned with Zargon’s magic. He stood high on a ridge overlooking the battlefield and unleashed his terrible magic. Lighting flashed form his fingertips and exploded among the defenders. Our lines were breached in a dozen places at once and the enemy howled in delight.

The came the Doomguard—Zargon’s elite force of Chaos Knights. Our army broke and ran. Only the Emperor’s personal guard held their ground and many sacrificed themselves to ensure his safe retreat. 

The remnants of the Emperor’s army are now holed up in Karak Varn—the ancient dwarven stronghold. They do not have provisions for a long siege, however, so we must act swiftly if we are to save the Emperor and his army. 

Yet there is another evil to be confronted. The Witch Lord Lives. He too had magic I had not foreseen and was protected from the Spirit Blade. He was sorely wounded, however, and fled to his ancient retreat in the Black Mountains. But soon he will have recovered enough to lead the Legion of the Damned once more. 

Prepare for future quests, my friends. The Empire has great need of you. I myself cannot act against these dangers, for I must move against Zargon and strive to weaken his power. Until we meet again, take care my friends. Farewell…

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

The Vilest Villains of Zargon

The dark shadow moved around the statue in the center of the room. It sprinkled a powder of some sort in strange patterns on the floor. Then it placed candles in seemingly random spots in the pattern. Once the candles were lit, it ceased to be a shadow, and instead became a hideous skull-thing. It continued its preparations and began chanting and moving in an unnatural fashion. Suddenly, the statue began to move...

Monday, May 6, 2019

Well, I went and broke my arm!

Getting old sucks. This past weekend, I fell and broke my arm. Instead of letting my ass do the work, I put my hands out to brace myself and cracked my left radial head. Unfortunately, this will really limit my painting time for the next 6 to 8 weeks. However, I have completed some blog posts that will still be published since I really want to show them off. But after that, there may be a lull in my posting schedule. Thanks everyone for following my blog!

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Heroquest Chaos Warriors

Gunter snuck around the corner, into a large room. What he thought would be the dungeon's treasure chamber turned out to be its torture chamber--and it gave Gunter an uneasy feeling. Still he crept around the edge, looking for any loot he could find. He saw a glint in a pile of rubble, and began rifling through it. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him. He turned around and and standing there was a monstrous suit of armor. In a flash, its axe was raised...

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Plastic WIzards and Warcolours Paint Review

"Kali-ma!" Shouted the coven leader as he plunged his ceremonial dagger into the prone captive. The blood began to spurt from the body, but as it did so, the dagger began to pulse in a forbidding green light. It was absorbing the soul of the unfortunate victim. The lich lord would be pleased...

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Waz the Louse-House, a #MakeATrish Scavvy

Waz hunted through he much of the underhive. Something valuable had to be in here. Those fraggin' uphivers lived such a life of decadence that they could just trash things without even making sure it didn't work. "And they call us scum," he thought as he dug through the trash. Suddenly, he heard a noise. As quick as a cat, he grabbed his (t)rusty autogun and fired a couple of shots off in the direction of the noise. Quietly, he crept over to see what he hit. It was just a giant sump rat. Well, at least he had supper for the night...

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

The Bog-fiends of Zargon

We were exploring the dungeon, when suddenly the room filled up with mist; I don't know where it came from, we were in an underground labyrinth, for Taal's sake! Out of nowhere, old Johann screamed as he was cleaved in twain. The mist began to withdraw and there were these one-eyed demons attacking us. I ain't ashamed to admit it, but I ran in fear at the sight of them things, and it's the only reason I'm alive today!

-Otto Schmidt, ex-adventurer