Todays terrain.

Last pieces for the farm set (for now)

New stuff done today.

A ruined version of one of the hab blocks and a 'wriggly tin' barn.

The Battle of Dogtown - Roguemunda battle report

Somewhere on the verges of the lawless Maelstrom, the frontier world of Forget-Me-Not is sliding into anarchy and chaos. The Imperium has largely withdrawn, leaving only local defence militia forces to deal with the upsurge in pirate activity.

This battle report tells the tale of a pirate attack on an agri-settlement on the verdant, yet increasingly chaotic world of Forget-Me-Not. We used the Necromunda skirmish system, with the Rogue Trader vehicle rules published in the White Dwarf Compendium. The defenders of the Dogtown settlement (controlled by Captain Jack) were put together as a Van Saar gang (with a pit slave and a cyber mastiff too), while the attacking pirates were Scavvies (controlled by Colonel Kane). Pontiff GM’d the game, throwing in plenty of extra fun events for both players to overcome.

In this scenario, the space pirates would be looking to loot the buildings and the crates, before escaping before the local militia arrives with the heavy weapons. The townsfolk can attempt to call the militia in early, by getting a model into the comms centre and sending a distress call. There’s a chance the militia will arrive each turn, which is increased if a model has made the call.

Here’s what happened…

The settlement of Dogtown, just ripe for the pickin’…

The townsfolk going about their business.

The pirates swagger into town, not expecting much resistance.

The pirates advance towards the centre of town, checking the crates for loot as they go.

One group of pirates peels of left.

The townsfolk don’t like the look of these strangers, and muster a posse to see ‘em off.

A pirate fires a flamer, taking down the agri-servitor (pit slave) and tech. Fortunately for the defenders, the flamer fails its ammo check and is now useless.

 One of the townsfolk climbs into the cab of a handy land-crawler.

 Rounding the corner, the crawler bears down on a pirate investigating the agri-dome.

The pirate fails to jump out of the way, and is run down, though he somehow survives the experience.

The crawler continues its rampage, bearing down on a second pirate…

…and splats him too (though he too managed to avoid death).

A defender reaches the comms centre, and the distress call is sent. The fuzz assure her they’ll be there any minute!

Little Dayv (a mutant who ‘counts as’ a scavvy armed with a pair of power fists) ‘has a word’ with the driver of the crawler, destroying the vehicle and killing the driver in the process.

The pirate captain rampages through the defenders…

…before Mayor Shaddy strolls out to insist that he ‘get off his land’. In the ensuing fight, the captain is slain.

The fuzz arrive on scene.

The pirates fail their bottle test, and leg it!

‘Put the gun down son, you’re coming with us…’

 

Wanted for grox-rustling and unlawful anarchy.

At the end of the game, the mutant Little Dayv and one of the pirates had been captured by the militia, so our next game will be a rescue attempt. Although the pictures didn’t come out to prove it, the most intense action was fought on the right flank, where the cyber-mastiff ‘Lulu the Terrorhound’ slew three pirates with her bare teeth.

Many thanks to Pontiff for a great game on some really cool, old-school scenery!

Jungle Patrol finished

I've finally finished the jungle patrol I showed a few miniatures from a while back. I may also make them an ACAV style rhino at some point, but there's loads more projects to get on with first!

 

Patrol Commander

 

Signaller, posed to stand next to the commander so they appear to be talking.

 

Engineer, carrying a meltabomb on his back and a shedload of krak greandes on his webbing.

 

Flamer, for flushing out carnivorous plants and enemy ambushers.

 

Tracker, with motion detector, to accompany the flamer and direct his fire.

 

Gunner, for heavy fire support.

 

Patrol medic, carrying two medikits on his back.

 

Scout

 

Grenadier, carrying a looted Tau pulse carbine.

 

Sniper

Forget Me Not - Factions

Forget me not has several factions and motivated group to game.

These include:

The security militia - desperatley trying to maintain law and order in a dying world.

Agri farmers - both independant and corporations

Bandits - Citizens in outlying settlements and outlaws degenerating into warring bands as resources grow scare in a second year of isolation

Eldar, human & ork pirates

The awakened Slann

and more to come.

Some Recent Developments & New Stuff

Heya blog fans.

I've been pretty busy over the holidays working on terrain and factions for one of the new campaign settings - the imperial paradise planet known as 'Forget Me Not' (FMN for short or 'the 'not'.

FMN was once a luxurious paradise world for the imperial elite, in the hinter lands though many arcane tecnological artefacts from a pre imperial time had been discovered the Adeptus Mechanicus and gen-techs worked in secret laboratories and upon research stations on FMNs twin moons to discover the origin of these items. Until however disaster struck.

Highly secretive research on the planets second moon of 'shon' appears to have gone horribly wrong resulting in a cataclysmic explosion and destruction of the moon... the most dangerous consequence of this was that FNMs stable orbit began to shift sending the planet to the systems sun every year.

For yeas little changed , the temperature and climate became more tropical but once Imperial geographers and astrologers realised what had happened a decision was made to evacuate the imperial elite in secret but to leave the working and administerial classes in situ.

When FMN flourished the population lived in policed and protected hamlets and towns, food and material supplied by semi automated agro farms. All of these areas were electro fence protected form the local fauna (and flora) and connected by grav rail and travel tube. After the disaster the governor has ceased to be concerned with upkeep of the planer (hes too busy packing his wine cellar for departure) and many of the protective fences have fallen into disarray. This lack of repair has meant that many of the protected hunting reserves which housed dangerous game animals such as carnosaurs and bloodcats have been breached.

For the agri workers and those in remote outlets things have become even worse, destruction of areas of the transport system (many of these destroyed in the epic meteor shower that followed the destruction of Shon) have left small communities isolated for what is now a second year.

All in all the lack of law and order and the fact that the security defence militia forces (known as 'Forget Me Not Blues' after their blue uniforms) are hard pushed to maintain order in the civilised areas has meant that FNM has become a rich picking for Pirates and mercenaries who descend like vultures to pick at the dying planet.

Deep in the lush jungles, heartened by an absence of security patrols the native race of FMN (a primitive lizard like race) have been seen encroaching nearer to human areas wheras once they were only rarely seen around the xenoruins.

Some pics:

An FMN agri farm:








Security forces stretched to the limit employ ancient machinery in the form of a demiliarised robot to fend off pirate raiders.

New year... new terrain...old minis.

Over Xmas I decided to make a 40k agri farm set.