Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Spellbreakers at Realm's Edge, Part 12

The brute and the bone

"We must get it back to the magmahold" Tark repeated firmly, holding the lump of ur-gold in front of Aef-Grimnir's stealy eyes. "It took me much effort to put it together. I will not risk loosing it now we are so close to home".
The Runefather wondered for a moment how the Karl had been able to gather the precious metal, considering the number of times he had been nursing a sore head after being blasted with cannon fire. But he could not deny him. Grimnir's body needed to be secured.
"And this will not come to pass" he replied "Engrin, escort the Kinless and inform my son Garn that I am on my way back".
Aef-Grimnir paused, letting his kin savour that revelation. "But do not tarry, none of you! We are still oath-bound to the Lady Laelanyel and those orruks are up to no good".
"Aye, our Lord!" the Slayers replied as one and strode through the Erebusia Gate.


Aef-Grimnir walked back to the chest the orruks had left behind. He could feel the magic of the Realm flowing through it and towards the Wizard's Mansion. Next to it, was Laelanyel.
"It is done", she said. "The Hunters will guard the other locus on the faylines. With their help, I will stop that accursed Shaman from whatever he is trying to do. And you, Aef-Grimnir, will kill him. Do that, and as we agreed, your oath will be fulfilled!"


The Cleavermaw's guarded all the entrances to the Wizard's Mansion. Their ogor was on look-out duties, his cannon trailing back and forth. Mogrum's booming voice rung loud. The ritual had begun.


Aef-Grimnir advanced cautiously. He knew the orruks would have come for him. Laelanyel stood back, syphoning away energy from the chest and hurling it at the Wizard's Mansion in bolts of pure darkness.


The Gloomfen Hunters leapt forward, their Tidecaster holding the locus of power. Their arrows clattered armlessly against the crumbling walls, but that kept the orruk down long enough for the Idoneth to charge.


Mr Deadwood took Ledger and a couple of deckhands with him and rushed for Aef-Grimnir. Just where the Runfather wanted them, on the sharp end of his axe.


Mogrum's ritual chanting boomed out again, waves of Waaaagh! energy filling his boyz and his Shaman assistant. Green lights flashed from his eyes, the boyz choppas fell with uncanny precision and strength.


The Tidecaster stared wide eyed at the orruks' brutality and called for a retreat. As the Idoneth stepped through the Sunken Gate, a pulse of green energy flashed out of the bone clutched in Mogrum's fist. The Cleavermaws cheered loudly.


"Damn traitors!" Laeanyel's scream turned into a tide of shadegheists that engulfed the orruks fighting Aef-Gimnir.


The Sunken Gate bubbled again and the Caengan strode forwards, throwing axes flying at the Cleavermaws.


Aef-Grimnir slammed Mr Deadwood down and prepared to move into the Wizard's MAnsion.


The ogor lept down from his look-out post to get a clear shot. Tark, once again, stood in the path of the grapeshot salvo.


Bosun Higgs then lead the charge as the Shaman channeled more of the Waaagh! seeping from Mogrum into searing beams.


Soon, the Cleavermaws were in control of the locus of power. But that was not enough. Through gritted teeth, Laelanyel wrested away more energy from the chest and sent it harmelessly into the sky.


A weedy grot spyed Aef-Grimnir through a crumbling wall and screeched for help.


The ogor was the first to respond, loosing a salvo on the Runefather and then slamming bodily into him. The rest of the Cleavermaws moved back into the Mansion.


Aef-Grimnir's runes flared bright, giving him the strength to fight through despite the wounds he had suffered. He felled the ogor and barged through the orruks and onto the upper floor to face Mogrum.


Laelanyel poured a hail of sorcerous bolts onto the Weyrnob and Aef's axe rose and fell. But the energies of the scrimshawed bone kept Mogrum safe. Screaming, the Cleavermaws rallied to protect their captain.


Aef-Grimnir launched himself once again against Mogrum, nearly pitching him off the floor. And then, the Runefather disappeared into the press of green bodies.


Laelanyel saw bright flames burst and then gutter as Mogrum's voice faltered. A shiver run along the fayline on which the Mistweaver was standing. In the distance, an ominous glare started to pulse and grow.

Thursday, 11 April 2019

Shadowflames Reinforcements, Part 1

The Shroudlings


I'm adding a few more models to the Shadowflames. The snippet of fluff that inspired them mentioned the Shadowkin and their Shroudling Kings, which I've started to represent with the Mistweaver Saih and the Tenebrael Shard. But I also wanted some rank and file soldiery to represent these Ulgu aelfs. And that they are aelf has been confirmed, at least in my head-canon, by this other oblique mention in the new Blades of Khorne battletome.


I wanted something that brought together the design cues of the Silver Tower aelfs, namely the naked torso of the Tenebrael Shard and the mist of the Mistweaver Saih. The Tree-revenants were already perfect: naked torsos without legs and wielding vicious looking aelfish blades. All I had to do was adding the mist and the missing left arms.


For these, I got some Wyches arms as they're both the right size and wearing armour similar to that of the aelfs. However, I swapped some of the Wych weapons for bows from the old Khemri Skeletons. We all know the bow is the aelfs' favoured ranged weapon, don't we? This way, they can also count as WYSIWYG Shadow Warriors, whose special rules and background fit the idea of sneaky aelfs from the Realm of Shadows.


For the mist, I mounted the torsos on two lengths of wire armour, placed were the legs would be. I then covered them in greenstuff, modelling strands of it to join the 'legs', as if the lower half of the bodies had turned into mist.


The greenstuff also allowed me to hide the unsculpted part of the torsos and the joint with the left arms.


The heads are from the Bloodbowl Elven Union Team. I gave them all masks to link them with the Mistweaver Saih whose face is hidden as well. Once the neck was cut and the masks glued in place, the heads fitted surprisingly easily on the Tree-revenants' neck joint. All that was needed was a slight trimming of the plastic and a generous amount of plastic glue.


They won't be finished in time to join the Shadowflames for the finale of Spellbreakers at Realm's Edge, but you won't have to wait long to see them painted and read about their story.

Spellbreakers at Realm's edge, Part 11

The Duskhaven Carnage

The mist hung heavy on Duskhaven, turning the distant light of Hysh into a pale, milky white. Darker shapes flittered through the ruined buildings, murmuring lies and half truths. Laelanyel waved them away. As much as she would have loved to listen to Ulgu's voices, time was of the essence. There, in that ruined city, she had to enact the first part of the long ritual that would have returned her palace to her. The derelict Wizard's Mansion sat on a crucial node on the Realm's faylines and it was there that the Caengans were escorting her.


On the edge of town, the Erebusia Gate pulsed, scattering a clutch of shadegheists away. The Cleavermaws stepped into Duskhaven's gloom, green sparks fizzling around Mogrum's head and silencing his crew's mutterings.


The briny waters of the harbour bubbled, revealing the Sunken Gate and the Gloomfen Hunters came to protect their territory.


The Hunters advanced quickly, loosing a hail of arrows that fell Engrin. A winged she-aelf plunged screaming on Tark and darted away before Aef-Grimnir could retaliate.


The Cleavermaws cheered as they broke onto the square outside the Wizard's Mansion and saw the Fyreslayers fell.


Purplish will-o-wisps fled from the square as the three warband faced each other.


The Gloomfen Hunters launched a concerted attack. The Melusai and Kinerai charged under a covering salvo of arrows and a clutch of orruks fell before the Khainites reached their lines. The Blood Sister that slithered her way to Aef-Grimnir found the Runefather's axe waiting for her.


Mogrum blasted ghostly green fires at Durbak and Laelanyel. The Berserker fell, leaving the Saih open for the orruk charge. On the other side of the Wizard's Mansion, their mates ganged up on the Melusai.


Aef-Grimnir roared his war cry and fell upon the orruks surrounding Laelanyel.


A thunderous explosion from the ogor's gun sent the aelf and duardin scrambling for cover, giving Mogrum and his lads the chance to secure the Wizard's Mansion.


Laelanyel screamed in frustration, her anger giving form to the Tidecaster's fears.


Then she and Aef parted to engage the orruks.


The Hunter's Reavers run to avenge the fall of their leader. Loosing arrows as they charged, they fell on the embattled Aef-Grimnir and took him out.


Laelanyel and Mogrum battled it out among scattered books and broken vials. The Weirdnob grinned through the Saih's barrage of solid illusions and in response leached away some of her life essence. His bladed staff lashed out sending the aelf sprawling on the floor. The brute prised the screamshawed bone hanging from Laelanyel's belt and booted her unconscious body down.


The Reavers loosed point blank on the orruk holding them and leapt up to face Mogrum.


From the broken flagstones where she was laying, battered and bruised, Laelanyel saw Mogrum dispatching the two Idoneth. The screamshawed bone clutched in his meaty fist, haloes of orange, purple and grey energy swirling around him, Mogrum bellowed in triumph.


Her hopes to reclaim her ancestral home dashed, Laelanyel felt a surge of hate mounting inside her. The orruk would squeal for the rest of his miserable life, she just needed a little more time...