Thagrosh’s Guts wrenched again, throughout his battle with Rhyas his
concentration was sapped. So much so that he was hard pressed to
remember why he chased her down. What was he thinking, he couldn’t think his head throbedb his stomach burned and every joint in his body screamed like a thousand ants were taking their pound of flesh.
“I need to rest,” he thought, giving a mental command to his remaining forces to wait he signaled his warriors to form a perimeter and set up camp as he moved into the the small copse in the centre of the clearing.
Day two, and today we share Justin Asbell’s creation. The neat thing about this one is that it calls in the Avengers. That means Justin actually pulled out the Gamma Bombshell version of our beloved Shulkie, which is an instant credit to the lad.
The inclusion of Storm: Secret Avenger was a neat variation to the more commonly included Storm: Weather Witch as well; I was happy to mail off Justin a prize envelope for being one of the first three submitters!
You know how much I dislike fielding unpainted models, right? You know how my painting schedule’s booked solid with the WarmaHordes stuff, right? You know that I don’t have a single one of any of the MLW’s painted, right?
Thankfully, I at least have them assembled, so a game can still go ahead… though I accept no responsibility for the outcome, since I’m sure you’re all well aware of the whole painted-mini’s-are-luckier thing.
That said, we’re possible I’ll be filling gaps with painted stuff, so maybe there’s some hope for me after all.
What do you do when you get five people emailing you She-Hulk decks? Why, you post them, one a day, for five days! And what does that give you? Not only a chance to splash awesome She-Hulk art by Steven Sanchez in your banners, but also a theme week of posts! Yay!
Now, there’s not a lot of She-Hulk options build-wise out there, so expect to see a lot of She-Hulk: Green Jeans this week… but enjoy the subtle differences between the decks!
The first email I received in response to my St Patrick’s Day call for green decks was from Shawn Owensby of Indianapolis, though he’s currently getting boozed up in the UK. He SAYS he’s studying, but we all know he’s really developing a taste for warm lager.
“I told you not to disturb me when I’m hungover!” Borka grunts and then kicks the gobber through the wall back into the common area of the Kriel’s main hall. “Next time I’ll need to bring something to help keep away this pounding in my head.”
I’ve got it!” He snaps his fingers and goes into the main area where the gobber is nursing a large bump on his forehead from where it made contact with the wall before breaking through. Pointing at the insolent little runt Borka says “Get the Stone Scribes in here I want to talk with them.”
One of the joys of running my own gaming blog is that I can sporadically assault you with non-gaming stuff, and it’ll totally catch you unawares. Muhahahahaha!
Walkers Chocolates is a local business that foolishly opened the doors to their “factory floor” today, so it was only fitting that I drag the kids along to see some chocolate being made. That we got free samples had nothing to do with it. Really.
Anyway, thanks to the wonders of cell phone technology, I was able to snap a bunch of pics so that the missus, who was working today, will be able to see what we got up to.
And now we enter a category that will no doubt (hopefully!) spark some debate; Menoth’s least wanted solo.
I’ve heard calls for Gravus, who I’ve seen running around with the Exemplars. I’ve heard calls for the Covenant, which I’ve seen used to good effect many times, though the whole base size issue still boggles my mind (It’s considered a small base but it can still block LOS to large bases? Wha?). Paladins see used with Vilmon, I’ve seen Rhoven chewing his way across the board (not to mention giving Deliverers auto-fire), but once again, there’s a solo who I’ve only ever seen on the table once, other than my own experimentation.
The Allegiant of the Order of the Fist.
Part of me really has to wonder if there’s anything truly wrong with our own little chop-sockey monk, or whether he’s just outclassed by the other solo’s in terms of offensive capacity, value for points, general utility, or whatever.
Ignoring my general disappointment that we’re having to examine another element of the conceptually awesome Order of the Fist, let’s take a look.
Severius coughed and blood flecked his kerchief. The victory against the Skorne was hard won, and his own injuries had been severe. He lay on his cot, silently praying to his deity for the strength he’d need to continue the pilgrimage, when he heard a commotion outside.
Roused from his repose by the clamour, Severius was barely able to rise to a seated position before the flap to his tent was flung open, admitting a figure clad head to toe in white armour.