Tuesday, 31 January 2012
Hmmm, As a Cornishman I am delighted that CNN chose to label Cornwall, and get the location right, in a story about London but, guys, London isn't in Norfolk. No really, it's in southern England on the Thames Estuary, the bight just above the SE corner next to France. France is that bit...Oh never mind.
Monday, 30 January 2012
Friday, 27 January 2012
A Nurgling we will indubitably go. I had quite a few spares left over from various projects, in fact, enough to build a Plague Marine squad - with a little modelling.
These are two of my test subjects. I learn't a little and think I an improve on this but they'll do for a free squad.
PS Mrs John says they look like dancing girls with their hands in the air???
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
One cannot stick a spade in the ground in England without uncovering some history.
This mass grave of executed Viking Warriors was found at Ridgeway Hill in Dorset in 2009 by men working on a road. They have been dated to the reign of Aethelred the Unready (unraed). The nickname is a pun: Aethelred means noble counsel and unraed means bad counsel.The reign did not go well, although he did codify jury trials by twelve thegns and the reeve.
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Monday, 23 January 2012
I decided to buy two more Blight Drones to finish my squadron. This is the first. I would like to show you more pics but a few secdonds later a huge gust of wind sent in airborne and it shattered on landing - and I do mean shatter. I am putting something back together with a great deal of milliput and green stuff.
Britain is a highly wind blown island.
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
One of the minor Plague Lords, the one responsible for spreading athlete's foot and bad breath, has been tasked with capturing the crossroads by the refinary complex in the City of Borstal. To this end he summons his (1500pt) warband of two warrior retinues, a dred., a single obliterator, a despoiler, a vindicator and a predator tank killer.
Guarding the crossroads is a detachment of the Fourth Luton Fusileers, dug in with tank support and out of range of the Nurgle weapons.
Lord Halitosis had a cunning plan, which involved running across the highway screaming. As a token gesture to combined arms warfare his vindicator would lead at full speed to try get withing blasting distance supported by the predator.
After clearing out the right hand building the troops will move through the ruined buildings from right to left clearing house.
A cunning plan which sprung an immediate link bedore sinking with all hands. The vindicator got totalled and the predator crew were cross eyed.
As usual, the despoiler was shot to pieces immediately.
Displaying his usual fortitude of purpose, Halitosis immediately issued counterorders to charge the left flank instead. The dreadnought went mad and shot up the plague marines with its plasma cannon. This was not going well.
A storm of fire raked the plague marines crossing the highway. The obliterator went phut and the dred's legs jammed. I started taking losses but plague marines are tough, baby. They were just shaking off hits from this rotary-barrelled cannon tank, Admittedly a few bits got shot off as well but hey, mostly nothing serious.
In deep depression, well it's an illness innit, Halitosis was tempted to retreat but the nearest cover was now on the far side so he pressed on. When the marines got stuck into the Imperials it was good night Irene. the tanks fell to melta guns and bombs.
At this point the Fusileers elected to retreat rather than get massacred in close combat as the marines chewed down the flank rolling up thier position..
But by Nurgle the guardsmen had inflicted some losses.
Halitosis kept thinking of a Khornite called Pyhrus - but that is another story.
Thursday, 12 January 2012
A PDF of what purports to be the rules for 40K 6th edition has appeared all over the internet in the last 48 hours.
I have had a quick luck and it is either genuine or somone has devoted weeks (months) of work to creating a clever fake.
The game changes quite dramatically with supersonic flyers, overwatch fire, and evasion modifiers to shooting.
The competition players are going to go into a frenzy of activity rebuilding their perfect armies.
Monday, 9 January 2012
This was one of my Xmassy pressies, the Forge World Nurgle Plague Marine from the current Mrs John and a plastic marine box from number two daughter's boyfriend.
They were undercoated with Tamiya olive green spray, layered in yellow-green, treated with burnt umbar, metal bits in Vallejo copper and finally washed in Devlan Mud and touched up with MIG Rust Effect.
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
The Temple of Thorns
Written by John Lambshead
Illustrated by Chantelle Thorne
Illustrated by Chantelle Thorne
She sat cross legged on a wool sack in the small cult room and prayed. To her left a flight of stone stairs led up to the ground floor of the palace and, on her right, a break in a low wall opened onto a shorter flight that ran down into the sacred bath, where priestesses anointed themselves with sweet smelling unguents in honour of the Gods. She faced a low stone ledge that was covered in a thin sheet of gold on which stood small painted ceramic statuettes of the Gods, surrounded by token sacred offerings of flowers and berries that were fashioned in faience.
This story can be read for free on the Baen site at the momen. Try this, or click the link top right and then the link for 'Sample Chapters'.
My story is Chapter 5.
My story is Chapter 5.