Necropolis Warcry Board, part 3

I finished building the 3rd block of Necropolis scenery on Friday evening, and got it undercoated grey before the sun set. As soon as the undercoat was dry I applied a coat of the "Ossia Stone Green" (which is just a small jar of home-made Nuln Oil I modified slightly by adding an extra drop of Windsor and Newton blue-black ink, and a couple of drops of Daler-Rowney yellow ochre ink) that I've used on all the pieces in this set, and left it for the night.

Unusually, I had Saturday almost completely free, so I was able to paint the piece from start to finish between Friday evening and Saturday evening.

I also painted a fountain (from Mortal Realms magazine) at the same time.

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The Ogresuns explore the necropolis...

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These photos are the 3rd block after the build was completed, but before I undercoated it.

(A few days ago I had a small panic that I'd run out of plasticard, before I'd finished the flagstones! But I spent an hour rooting through older storage boxes and thankfully found several WFB movement trays, so I was able to finish building without a delay while I acquired more!)

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I'm calling this terrain set completed for now. There's a good chance I'll come back to add some more components at some point!

Necropolis Warcry Board, part 2

The second "block" of the Necropolis is painted. I'm still working on the third block - building them takes way longer than painting (even though that doesn't feel quick while I'm base-coating the metal parts!).

I'm really happy with how it looks already though.

I've also re-painted one of my old Harrowmark trees - the free-standing one that's on one of the 1990s 60mm Adeptus Titanicus bases, that are only 2mm thick.

I stuck with the same colours as the other pieces:

• Halfords grey primer (spray) undercoat; Luxion Purple Contrast on the sand and the tree with a coat of Basilicanum Grey Contrast over the tree bark; 
• a home-made green wash on the stone (a mix of blue-black ink, yellow ink, matt medium, and water, with a tiny amount of washing-up liquid); 
• a light purple wash into the corners - made of Magos Purple, Wraithbone and water - to match the lighter areas of the Spearhead Sand and Bone board; 
• a drybrush of Ushabti Bone over the sand;
• Ushabti Bone basecoat on the (single!) skull on the base;
• and finally, when everything is really dry, Magos Purple over the drybrushed sand, the skull, and some of the lighter areas (the Magos Purple/Wraithbone/water mix).

The Ogresuns in Animosity VII - part 4

The Ogresuns rushed through the battleground streets of 2nd House, weaving between streets, allies, canal bridges, and piazas. Avoiding the areas of the worst fighting, sometimes making their route much longer. They made it to the Nebularch Court but diverted a little to loot a nearby stronghouse.

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“Don’t step on da glyphs!” Wyrdtoof screeched, flailing his staff as the pavement rippled like water, engraved spirals glowing beneath their boots. “They’re thinkin’! You step on ‘em while they’re thinkin’ and they’ll bite yer future clean off!”

Kap’n Salty Ogbad didn’t pause. He stomped across the marble plaza, both pistols barking, scattering a clutch of Wolfram Arkanauts and some unfortunate git in silver armour and blue robes who had been chanting. Somewhere above, the celestite orbs rotated slowly - shifting alignment.

All around, the battle for Nebularch Court raged - Union hammers clashed against Wolfram gunwagons, while the March’s beasts slithered between domed manors, their claws dripping gore. Salty didn’t care, not really.

He had eyes only for the vault beneath the western dome, where Wyrdtoof claimed a stash of glimmerings was locked away - enchanted trinkets that could let them rewrite the outcome of one moment.

“You said dis place was a vault, Wyrdtoof,” Salty shouted, parrying a blade of burning script. “All I see is sparklin’ rocks an’ lads arguin’ over philosophy!”

“It’s a prophecy-bank!” Wyrdtoof hissed. “All da value’s in possibilities. They deposits possible futures!”

An explosion blasted a hole in the vault door.

“Well, my future’s looting it.”

He stormed in. The others followed. Outside, stars aligned. A moment later, they unaligned.

A death-knight from Wolfram roared skyward - falling in a sudden vortex of celestial gravity. Crystals screamed. A gondola sank. And somewhere deep beneath the Nebularch Court, the vaults’ layout… shifted.

The Ogresuns were inside and, whatever came next, they’d already made a withdrawal.

Necropolis Warcry Board, part 1

I've been working on a new set of Warcry scenery, on and off, for over a year: a Necropolis board. It's still nowhere near finished but I realised that I haven't shared even a single WIP photo of it.

At the moment there are only three parts built, out of the five or six I've planned for the set. But one is now painted (after a bit of a misstep and a partial re-undercoat), I think the sand colour looks close enough to the new purple-toned Spearhead board, and the stonework matches the objectives on it.

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Before undercoat this chunk of scenery looked like this:

The ingredients list:

• A block of pink foam forms the core
• Part of a Ruins of Dol Guldur kit forms one end
• Cut-down steps of a small dais from Shattered Stormvault scenery forms the other end
• Part of a mausoleum from the Garden of Morr / Corpsewrack Mausoleum set
• Half a small Ossiarch Bone-tithe Nexus column
• A brazier from the Shattered Stormvault scenery range
• The cracked flagstone pathways are made of 1.5mm plasticard, with the edges carved with a hobby knife

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There's another chunk waiting for paint (I added more flagstones, sanded and undercoated it since taking these photos).

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And a third chunk still in the assembly phase:

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I have plans for some much smaller scatter terrain for this set, like a dead tree and a statue, but I'll get these parts painted up first.

The Ogresuns in Animosity VII - part 3

Wyrdtoof hobbled up the gangplank, robes smoking slightly and eyes wild.

“Kap’n! Kap’n! It worked! It worked maybe a bit too good.”

Kap'n Salty Ogbad looked up from the map, spread out atop the aft chase gun. “What’re ye on about, Wyrdtoof?”

“The feint, skipper! I lit up da celestium like a lamp in a bugstorm, all shaking and humming and sparkling. Gravehunters bit faster’n a hungry squig. Even brought that fancy coffin-walker what smells like burnt roses.”

Ogbad grunted. “So they fell for it?”

“Like a corpse off a cliff. While they were busy lurkin’ in shadows an’ arguin’ over who gets to look moodiest, or whatever it is they do, the Boltbreakerz was free and clear to scupper the train.”

Wyrdtoof hesitated. His left eye twitched.

“But… uh… they did blow up me celestium. Gone. Shattered to glitterin' stardust, with a shrieking noise what still echoes in me teeth." Then half to himself, "I reckon it hated going. Maybe it were alive. Maybe it were me friend.”

He scratched his chin with a gnarled finger. Then he was suddenly animated again:

“But seen things when it went, I did. Visions. Like maps made of stars. There’s more celestium, skipper. Bigger lumps. Ones what dream. We just gotta find 'em afore the skele-boyz do.”

Ogbad spat into the canal.

“Well,” he said, grinning, “I hope they dream o’looting and smashing stuff.”

Wyrdtoof grinned back, sparks crackling from his hair.

“Oh aye, Kap’n. They dreams of WAAAGH.”

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Wyrdtoof had left his celestium lantern under Krashhart's watchful eye while he went to "Have a look at them leylines, yonder."

As expected, the device drew the attention of agents from Wolfram Industries.

Krashhart recognised the Soulblight Vampire leading them, called Tempest, with a growl.

Krashhart rampaged toward him and their heavy, concussive weapons clashed.

The vampire countered the pirate's frenzied assault skilfully, but the hulking orruk overwhelmed him with sheer brute force.

Wyrdtoof and Bad Hook arrived, a little late. Wyrdtoof unleashed a blast of green lightning that took down one of the skeletons bearing a sorcerous device designed to drain the power from Realmstone. 

But a Dreadwarden swept down on the dropped artefact and dragged it to the celestium lantern.

The feedback loop overcharged the Gravehunter's artefact until both it and the celestium lantern disintegrated one-another!

The Ogresuns in Animosity VII - part 2

Dramatis Personae

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Wyrdtoof is part wild prophet, part junk-scavenger, and all pirate. Once marooned on a forgotten metalith island in the hinterlands of northern Thondia, he survived for years on raw cunning, instinct, and stubbornness. His isolation warped his already volatile mind further, deepening his connection to Gorkamorka’s brutal mysticism.

His wild mane of hair and beard dance in an unfelt wild, alive with crackles of unspent Waaagh! energy. His right leg ends in a battered wooden peg, a rough-cut replacement from his time fighting off the monstrous dead things that infest the Harrowmark - he still mutters curses about "da bleedin' grave-things what had too much teefs and not enough skin."

Wyrdtoof wears ragged blue and white striped trousers and a cloak stitched from the scaly hide of a Thondian predator. His staff is a mismatched contraption, parts of several Kharadron navigation tools under the skull of a horned beast, etched with crude glyphs and half-burned sigils, lashed together with string.

His bags bulge with scavenged relics, mostly Kharadron tech - empty aether-canisters, battered tools, broken endrin parts - all of which he claims have “proper mojo if yeh squint at ‘em right.” Some of the Ogresuns are half-convinced he’s got a working thaumaturgic compass in there, but he just grins and cackles if asked.

Wyrdtoof rejoined the Ogresuns in the Harrowmark, descending from the sky aboard the very skyship he lured with a jury-rigged aethergold beacon. Whether it was luck, fate, or the hand of Gork (or possibly Mork), he arrived just in time to fry a vampire with a blast of crackling green energy and cackle:

"Ahoy there ladz! Ya miss me?"

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Kaptain Salty Ogbad leads the Ogresuns. He's a Megaboss with a taste for wild adventures across the Mortal Realms. He must have been in some wild fights and perilous situations since the Harrowmark Run, to have become so massive!