Dungeon of the Mad Mage - Interlude 2

Introduction

The players decided to open my Book of Many Things instead of doing Storm King's side quests, and so they were visited in their sleep again by the mysterious Games Master[1][2]. He alluded to people ever visiting his arenas once in their lifetime, but somebody wants the adventurers very dead... and is willing to pay for it. Enter...

Skullcrushers command group conversion

Introduction

I bought them off eBay for cheap, already assembled (which is always a mistake, I've come to learn). 

They were mounted on fantasy bases. The champion model had an icon stuck to the end of his glaive with blue-tac. Mould lines and even sprue clippings were still on.

Dark Tides: Audience with the Adeptus Mechanicus

Report to the Rogue Trader

The players started off by summarizing the last session's investigation in reasonable detail, so I had their pagers beep and request their presence at the dropship. They received a request to report to their boss-man, Rogue Trader Varonius himself. They spent some time with back-and-forth communication, but they could not dig out any reasonable lead to follow. At last, Tass the Skitarius mentioned wanting to contact the local Adeptus Mechanicus, to which Varonius assented, and they were on their way.

Speed painting Bloodcrushers

Introduction

The Coronavirus-related lockdown resulted in a sharp decrease in hobby time. With barely any progress, I decided on testing some shortcuts. Note that I don't have an airbrush, and my two criteria were: a) low effort invested b) result looking reasonably good. I am... OK with this.

Dungeon of the Storm King - Chasing the Weevil

As discussed at the end of the previous session, I gave the adventurers a choice of side quests to pick. We could have went to work on the story of one of the characters... but Szivem could not show up, and so the party went after their first imagined nemesis... the Weevil.[1]

Blood for the Blood God!

I was cleaning my sculpting tool after applying the Mordant Earth on the Flesh Hounds, when I felt a small sting. I look down, and the next moment, blood is flowing like crazy. Well, I guess... Blood for the Blood God!

Painting a purple lightning Hellblade