Chaos. The big end game threat in the campaign.

Northmen? Check. Snowstorm? Check. Five bloated novels and no sign of any plot threads being tied up? Check. It's official, Winter is Coomin.

Bring it.

Ah. The dead have risen against us, and the von Carsteins are here. My joy knows no bounds.

At least it's not all bad news, right?

Invigorated by my thorough rinsing, I had a second crack at the Karaks.

A New Dawn. Dwarf Dawn. Dwawn.

Dwarven Total Warhammer, round two!

Grudges, grudges. So many grudges, so little time.

Our holds are attacked!

Drums! Drums in the deep! We cannot get out! Etc!

Look for the Silver Mining

Part two of a blogged description of my first Total War: Warhammer campaign, playing as the Dwarfs!

The grudge has been called, the grobi scum must die. Fight time!

Total Warhammer!


Finally, after what seemed like the whole of my adult life, the computer game adaptation of Fantasy battles 8th ed has arrived. Painting commissions have netted me the High King edition, that comes with a whole bunch of bonus nonsense. So sitting next to my faux pewter Dwarven Tankard and wearing a Grudge Ring on a leather thong round my neck, I immediately got stuck in.