Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Anglo-Danish Warlord

A.D. 1016. King Edmund had ere this gone out, and invaded the West-Saxons, who all submitted to him; and soon afterward he fought with the enemy at Pen near Gillingham. A second battle he fought, after midsummer, at Sherston; where much slaughter was made on either side, and the leaders themselves came together in the fight.[] 

Then collected he his force the third time, and went to London, all by north of the Thames, and so out through Clayhanger, and relieved the citizens, driving the enemy to their ships. It was within two nights after that the king went over at Brentford; where he fought with the enemy, and put them to flight: but there many of the English were drowned, from their own carelessness; who went before the main army with a design to plunder. 

After this the king went into Wessex, and collected his army; but the enemy soon returned to London, and beset the city without, and fought strongly against it both by water and land.

But the almighty God delivered them.

-The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle


Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Terrain Fixers

Giuseppe Alegari made it through the clearing, only to freeze in place. Piero, the explorer immediately behind him, clattered into him, but that did not budge Giuseppe. Piero looked up to see the remains of a ruined temple, covered in obscene runes that made his eyes hurt. Then he noticed that the altar was covered in blood. Fresh blood. "We should not be here," mumbled Piero quietly to Giuseppe. That was the last thing he ever said.


Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Ya'ng'w, the King-Slicer

And behold, for I have come unto thee from distant shores, guided by the Gods supplicate at your feet. Although I have cloven the kings of Ind in twain, the gods have directed me to follow thine righteous path. For alone, I have driven the people of the East to pay tribute in the very gold used to forge mine armor and more. But the Gods have foretold that in your service, the whole world shall tremble for our might!
-Ya'ng'w, at the introduction to Shak'nar the Indomitable

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Zombies of Karr-Keel -- Grunhelda and Waddrup

Grunhelda Boogenhagen was a broom dealer on the west end of Market Street. New, used, and factory refurbished, Grunhelda sold all makes and models of brooms from her well-tended stall, and offered to those that could afford it her coveted bespoke broom-making and repair services. Neither rich nor powerful, she was closing up her stall to go and watch the Mayor's fireworks display when the Necroburgher's curse struck. Now a shambling corpse, Grunhelda wanders Karr-Keel collecting any brooms she happens upon as the town falls into ruin around her.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Crimson Fist

The invasion of Rynns World by the Ork Warlord Snagrod the Arch-arsonist of Charadon came as no surprise to anyone. In fact, Snagrod's eternal boasting about his conquest of the neighboring system of Badlanding had come to the attention of even Commander Pedro Cantor, Chapter Leader of the Crimson Fist Space Marines. But, in common with the rest of the population, the Marine leader had always maintained that, 'it couldn't happen here,' and that, 'no stinking little Ork Warlord was going to mess with the Crimson Fists.' In common with the rest of the population he was dead wrong. If Cantor had taken the Ork's threats a little more seriously things might have been different, if the planet's defenses had even been at full alert things would certainly have been different, and had the stray defence missile not fallen to the ground directly on top of the Marine's Arsenal things would have been very different indeed. For one thing, Cantor wouldn't be holed up from the night in a burnt out farm, waiting for an opportune moment to sneak into New Rynn City--the largest settlement on the world and the only one still in human hands. The Ork patrols had passed increasingly frequently as the surviving Marines approached the city, and it was inevitable that sooner or later they would have to fight.
-Rogue Trader, Battle at the Farm


Wednesday, May 9, 2018

The Answer to the Norman Conundrum, or Crusaders!

But Bohemund, powerful in battle, who was engaged in the siege of Amalfi on the sea of Salerno, heard that a countless host of Christians from among the Franks had come to go to the Sepulcher of the Lord, and that they were prepared for battle against the pagan horde. He then began to inquire closely what fighting arms these people bore, and what sign of Christ they carried on the way, or what battle-cry they shouted. The following replies were made to him in order: "They bear arms suitable for battle; on the right shoulder, or between both shoulders, they wear the cross of Christ; the cry, 'God wills it! God wills it ! God wills it !' they shout in truth with one voice." Moved straightway by the Holy Spirit, he ordered the most precious cloak which he had with him cut to pieces, and straightway he had the whole of it made into crosses. Thereupon, most of the knights engaged in that siege rushed eagerly to him, so that Count Roger remained almost alone.

Returning again to his own land, Lord Bohemund diligently prepared himself to undertake in true earnest the journey to the Holy Sepulcher. At length, he crossed the sea with his army. With him were Tancred, son of Marchisus, Richard of Principati, and Rainulf, his brother, Robert of Anse, Herman of Cannae, Robert of Surda Valley, Robert, son of Tostanus, Hunfred, son of Raoul, Richard, son of Count Rainulf, the Count of Roscignoio, with his brothers, Boellus of Chartres, Albered of Cagnano, and Hunfred of Mt. Scaglioso. All of these crossed the sea to do service for Bohemund and landed in the region of Bulgaria, where they found a very great abundance of grain, wine, and bodily nourishment. Thence descending into the valley of Andronopoli, they waited for his forces, until all had likewise crossed the sea. Then the wise Bohemund ordered a council with his people, comforting and admonishing all (with these words): "Seignors, take heed all of you, for we are pilgrims of God. We ought, therefore, to be better and more humble than before. Do not plunder this land, since it belongs to Christians, and let no one, at the cost of blessing, take more than he needs to eat."
-Excerpt from the Gesta Francorum et aliorum Hierosolimitanorum


Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Stephen Joannes, Apprentice to the Stitcher

"Blah, blah, blah, there goes the old gas-bag again" thought Stephen as he ignored the Stitcher ranting about something or other. "Will he ever shut up? I swear, once I've finally learned enough from him, his old corpse will be my servant in my pleasure den..."

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

The Mad One, Håkon's Champion

Håkon is guarded by a crazed berserker who is fiercely loyal to him. No one knows what has earned such strong loyalty. But he never leaves Håkon's side except to slay those who get too close. 


Wednesday, April 18, 2018

The Estallian Peacock

So there I was standing before the largest giant in all of Estalia and I says to him, to him I says, "surrender now, or I'll chop ye' down to my size!" Now, of course, giants aren't the brightest knife in the drawer so he didnae surrender when 'e 'ad the chance. So I pulls out my trusty axe and went ta work...


Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Hrolf and Snorre Ulfson

Amongst his most fearsome troops were the brothers Ulfson. Some say their father was actually a wolf. If you asked them about their parentage, they would give a sly smile and tell you it was they were only half brothers, for Geri was Hrolf's father while Freki was Snorre's father! 

Hrolf was the larger of the brothers; resplendent with his blond locks and beard and weilding a giant hammer in battle. His brother Snorre had to be quicker since he could not rely on his brother's strength. Thus, he carried his sword Neck-Cleaver along with a stout shield for protection.

In battle, the two always fought together, often singing as they hacked through enemy soldiers.


-Excerpt from the Saga of Alfarinn the War-Maker



Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Iron Warriors Warp Talon

When a pack of Warp Talons emerges from the Warp, it appears to those on the battlefield below as if daemonic warriors have literally burst out from nothingness into fiery, vengeful life.


Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Grim Grimmson, Mad Squat Engineer

I don't know how long we'd been there, but one day I had this here idea during a mushroom break. Ya see, I realized that I didn't need to be short no more. So I began to search round the hulk for scrap parts. Once I'd worked me some new legs, I praised the Emperor for his divine inspiration. Then, on my next mushroom, I had another 'un...

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Håkon Magnusson, Viking Warlord

And the Vikings came upon them likes wolves, devouring all before them. The heathens left no bed unturned looking for treasure and slaves to take back to their dark lands. They slaughtered any who stood in their way to slake their thirst for battle. At their head was a mighty lord with a giant dog at his side and the blasphemous raven banner aloft above him. 

Saturday, March 17, 2018

I'm on Instagram!

Welcome to the 21st century, right? I finally signed up for instagram: AcceptableRadiation.

And regarding the lack of updates, I had taken a slew of photos but they all turned out terrible. I was going to retake them right away, but then I ordered some new lighting equipment so I decided to wait 😅

Anyway, the equipment has been received and used and photos have been taken so normal service shall be resumed shortly!

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Foul Blightspawn and Co.


Another of Mortarion's foul spawn are bloated marines who roam the battlefield sparaying toxic miasma at friend and foe alike. Unfortunatly for the valiant forces of Him On Terra, these diseased fluids seem to embolden the unrepentant Death Guard while inflicting upon the righteous inumerable maladies that lead to nothing but a painful demise. These heretics are must be dealt with carefully; they carry upon their backs giant cauldrons of their filth and any attack on them has the potential to rupture the tank. I have witnessed such calamities create countless Imperial martryrs. 

-Excerpt from the Reports of Inquisitor Corrigan, 3 226 765.M38

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Housecarls, to the King!

William, however, came against him unawares, ere his army was collected; but the king, nevertheless, very hardly encountered him with the men that would support him: and there was a great slaughter made on either side. There was slain King Harold, and Leofwin his brother, and Earl Girth his brother, with many good men: and the Frenchmen gained the field of battle, as God granted them for the sins of the nation.
-The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle

The huscarls, an Anglo-Saxon lord's best men. These were professional soldiers, but they also performed other roles for their lord as well. These are more Footsore Miniatures from the Late Saxon army I picked up at the NOVA open. These were painted much the same way as the fyrd, except with more armor. I also made sure to add decorations to their clothing to represent their increased status and, therefore, increased wealth. My freehand isn't great so this decoration is mainly in the form of embroidery lines around the cuffs and the shirt bottoms. I also used some of the more intricate shields designs from the Little Big Men Studios range for the same reasons. And, unlike their fyrd counterparts, the huscarls take proper care of their equipment, so their shields do not have the same weathering as the fyrd. Although if anyone has any tips for the transfers, I'm all ears as I can't quite match the colors or mask the edges as well as I would like!







Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Summon the Fyrd!

"Soon after this came in Earl Tosty from beyond sea into the Isle of Wight, with as large a fleet as he could get; and he was there supplied with money and provisions. Thence he proceeded, and committed outrages everywhere by the sea-coast where he could land, until he came to Sandwich. When it was told King Harold, who was in London, that his brother Tosty was come to Sandwich, he gathered so large a force, naval and military, as no king before collected in this land; for it was credibly reported that Earl William from Normandy, King Edward's cousin, would come hither and gain this land; just as it afterwards happened."
-The Anglo Saxon Chronicle


Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Deadcember (was last month)

There we was, defendin' Frugelhofen and we about had them dry bones beat back. But then that devil Kemmler started castin' spells and these catapults appeared on the hill outside of town. But they weren't ordinary stones they were launchin', but skulls! And the skulls seemed to be screaming as they came right towards us. I ain't never been so scared in all my life!
-Matthias, Frugelhofen defender

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Beware the Bogs of Ottersricht!

BAAAAAA!!!!!
-Heard from the bogs at night

"Here we go boys, another mutant paid his tax!" exclaimed Konrad as he tossed another mutant head onto the skiff. They had been hunting through the bog all day and their tally was seven mutants' taxed. The Monocrat would be pleased. There seemed to be an upswing in attacks of late. But the Tallymen would continue to trudge shin deep in muck to collect the tax and to keep the citizens of Ottersricht safe.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

2017 Year End Review

Ah, 'tis the season of year-end review blog posts! Much like last year, I am going to continue to focus on what I did not finish, versus what I did finish. After all, if you want to see what I painted, it's all (mostly) up on the blog.

First things, first, I did finish a few of the projects from last years list: the Lord of Worms, the dark future car, and the Magewraith Throne.

Unfortunately, there are still a few projects that I didn't touch during the entire year! You may recognize these two as being in exactly the same state as last year: