As so often, I decided to scratch-build rather than buy. I wanted a Luminark of a low fantasy design. I started to get some fiddly bits of plastic from my bits box together, including some lens-like transparent bits of saved junk … This was to form the sequence of mirrors that would focus the deadly […]Read More Scratchbuilt Luminark
The town of Scozzese, in the realm of Pavona The very end of Autumn, IC 2403 Pieter Schout, the army of the VMC’s chief linguister, had been making his was through the army camp to attend upon the general, but as he had time to spare, he stopped a while to speak with Captain Vinco […]Read More Scuttlebutt!
The Battle of the Isean Hills Prequel: Each to Their Own The army of the Disciplinati di Morr, bereft of its beloved, founding father, but still bound to the service of holy Morr, had drawn close to the city of Ebino and then halted. When they learned the vampire duchess had more than sufficient forces […]Read More Tilea Campaign Part 23
This to be sent to all the legitimate and honourable rulers of Tilea, for their better understanding of the foul Treachery performed at Verezzo this Autumn of the Year IC 2403 and furthermore so they may know how the Lord of Pavona, His Grace Duke Guidobaldo Gondi, has offered his help and protection to all […]Read More A Letter Sent to Many, Autumn IC 2403
Somewhere in Tilea. Three of the Grey Seer’s servants were making their hurried way to him. For an otherwise abandoned stretch of tunnel, there was a lot of noise as they progressed, what with the crunching of the gravel beneath their feet, the clattering of the lantern the servant Bolk held aloft to illuminate their […]Read More The Message-Letter
Luccini, Summer 2403 “Not bad, this stuff,” declared the Cooper Artur Scharff. In one hand he clutched a tankard, in the other a flask he had tapped some of the wine into so that they could all have a taste. Only the carpenter Gerino had refused, for he was distracted by a bottle of port […]Read More There’s More to Come
The great mob of ghouls, who now equalled the enemy’s regiment in size thanks to the brute Horrors’ attacks and the cultists own murderous flagellations to maintain their state of crazed frenzy, charged headlong into the defences. Maria cantered without undue haste to the side of the hex-wraiths and watched as Captain Bernhardt and his […]Read More The Battle of the Isean Hills – Final Part