posture Featured Sit straight, heretic! +++ Greetings, Inquisitor. +++ Our team intercepted a transmission 9 hours ago regarding the Adept PE4-CH7 from Sector C0MMUN1T7 regarding some sub-standard ergonomic advice. The authors of this document are already under Ordo Hereticus custody and they’ve been processed and enucleated as regulations mandate. +++ Downloading... “To whom it may concern, We,
tzeentch Featured The jewels burn! Skitrag, the trusty* Zotbag's shoota discovered a bit too late his new golden bracelets were cursed. Throwing is bow away and screaming in awe, he's about to discover his new "fingers" are even better for firing.
conversion Featured Loonies. "Opening that chest was a mistake, Boss. I mean, gold isn't supposed to burn like that. I have a bad feelin' about this..." The goblins formerly known as Zotbag's Merry Band of Scary Gitz was considered a very lucky warband (lucky, because their
painting Red Sandstone Scenery Ok folks, a lot of people asked for this so I’ll leave it here. I've repeated the whole process like a gazillion times in private chats, audio notes (in English and Spanish) so I rushed this a little bit... I hope it’s understandable enough. The original
Scraplore Featured Darkoath, and what's in a name. It's been three years since Silver Tower gave us and attractive but evil adventurer calledHathrek, a Darkoath Chieftain of the Gadalhor. At that moment we didn't know, but barbarians covered in bird skulls and demon-faced plate were about to deliver the modern iteration of the 90&
Duardin Featured Duardin, wood and cavalry orders. A fragment of #ScrapLore it's a little information splinter that sticks in your brain when you're reading a novel.
nurgle Two years after the Black Thumb. Only a couple of friends know this, but the thing that really got me into the Nurgle collecting and painting for Age of Sigmar, was the short read by David Guymer, Beneath the Black Thumb published by Black Library in 2015. Before that, I just built and convert things at
Wip Stranded It looked like one of the old tales. An army of gold-thirsty mercenaries wrecked on some Shyish coast. With their men and supplies scattered or lost, a Lieutenant gathered the mercenaries and food he could, and ventured through the sands... "Once you convince our Ogre friend that eating the
