The Daemon's Claw

  On the launch date of the new edition I took a team down to play Alex and his Novitiates. I took my Son of the Cyclops team of Legionaries. The are all marked Tzeentch. In the end I left the plasma gunner at home and took the Annointed instead. I know conventional wisdom would say always take the plasma gunner, but Plasma isn't what it once was. I took the 4 bits of faction equipment. Here are a couple of shots of my Angels of Death team. In this edition the squad Justinian and the Intercessor team are combined. Here is Alan and Ed trying out a game of AoS Spearhead. Spoilers (to no ones surprise this looks like a lot of fun. Here is an overview of the meeting, plenty of people having fun. Here are some shots from the game, we got quite a bit of the rules wrong but we had fun. My Aspiring Champion has dashed around the corner and got to within 2 inches of the Canoness unfortunately he didn't take her out with his plasma pistol, then he burned his finger checking whether the g

 Dale Elvy and his friends returned to Call to Arms and were putting on an excellent looking demo game series of Man-o-War. They had several fleets of beautifully painted models. Here are some shots from their games. This looks like Dark Elf, Norse and Nurgle fleets attacking some High Elves. The purpose of this attack was to seize control of some forts guarding the Brettonnian coast. Here are some Brettonnians trying to protect their coasts. On day two there was a massive multi fleet battle. The Flames of War games looked amazing, all the tables had immersive terrain. 

After trekking through the disgusting swamp Robin and his band were looking for shelter. They came across a farmhouse and some out buildings. Figures could be seen moving in the windows. Will wanted to storm the place and kill all the cultists. Robin thought that they might be normal villagers and therefore friends. Robin sneaked forwards and called out "Nottingham"! A voice answered back "Sherriff". That was not the best answer but at least it wasn't cultists. Here is the farmhouse, some of the out-buildings are rather dilapidated. When the team made it into the farmhouse, the found a couple of men at arms wearing the livery of the Sherriff of Nottingham. There were several locals and farmers. A familiar face scowled at them from the darkness. Guy of Gisbourne. "It would be you Wolfshead".  The Cultists are coming, and they have monsters with them.  A troll was lurking behind these bushes. On the other side a patrol of cultists was approaching. An ini

Robin and his crew have made it to the bottom of the stairs. The land is a morass of bogs, swamp and deep water dotted here and there by the sagging bones of ruined buildings poking from the brown mess of the ground. Human looking figures pulled themselves out of the muck and started shambling towards the party. The stench was awful, some party members were sickened by the poisonous vapors swirling from the water. The band of adventurers managed to drag themselves from the deep water. Fortunately they were only lightly equipped. Being weighted down with heavy armour and shields would have made exiting the water much more difficult. The Bog zombies were adept at navigating their home environment and closed quickly. Furtunately they were less adept at fighting and were defeated and driven back Much is making his way towards one of the treasure markers, the rest of the team have made it out of the river. The ground might be difficult but at least you won't drown. The first wave of zom