The Daemon's Claw

Well, that was one way to start the day. We were moving through the forests of Stirland towards yet another human village when the air started to turn thick and fever-hot. The drone of big fat flies was the first clue. Then came that greasy, dead-in-your-mouth taste that told us something was very wrong. By the time we got close enough to smell it properly, we knew we weren’t dealing with your average bandit problem. The village was absolutely crawling with Plague Bearers. Here’s the warband for this one — Vandred and his merry band of chaotic worshippers, all ready for a lovely afternoon stroll through pestilence. The Prologue Three warbands converging on the same stinking village: Alan with his witch hunters, George and his Skaven, and me bringing up the rear with Vandred’s crew. Traditional Tailby style meant I came third in the initiative roll, so I got to sit there politely while everyone else started the party. Alan started laying down walls of Fog like some desperate fenci...

Evening, you lovely lot. It’s your favourite chaos-pasha back with Silver Bayonet Game 3. Tonight we’re at a creepy coaching inn somewhere in gothic Egypt. We’ve been tracking a courier carrying the statue of the fallen Madonna with the big boobies. Yes, that’s the actual mission objective. The French are never far away… and apparently some former guests at the inn have other ideas. Yes, that really is what the scenario called it. I’m not making this up. The courier was carrying cultural heritage… with extra cultural heritage. Here are our fine stout native chappies, ready to politely ask the French to kindly leave Egypt and stop scaring the locals. Amir el-Sayed, Karim Al-Ghul the Priest of the Old Gods, Fasil ibn Rashid, Yusuf al-Barid our Officer, Hassan al-Muhtadi, Malik el-Fatih, Jamal Al-Sahra, and the ever-reliable Tariq ibn Zayd. Liraina has been hard at work on picture enhancement and special effects — she’s the newest member of the team and already doing a cracking job. Some ...