Dungeon Party and New Characters

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DUNGEON PARTY

I have this hobby tic, this obsession with skirmish squads, adventuring parties, salvage crews, cyberpunk gangs, shadow-ops teams… I get a kick out of hunting down miniatures, matching aesthetics, regardless of manufacturer, to come up with a cool troop for whatever scenario had fired my imagination.

Few months ago – around the time I made my modular dungeon – I decided to create a generic Dungeon Crawl Party: Wizard, Knight, Rogue, Cleric, Ranger, Barbarian… you know the ones. My starting point would be Hasslefree Miniatures. Now the lion’s share of my fantasy figs are from Reaper and they’re outstanding. But this time I wanted a different look, as well as the opportunity to work on my painting skills.

To be honest, I chose HF because I’ve always found Kev White’s figs, along with Corvus Belli’s Infinity range, pretty intimidating. What with the incredible detail, dynamic, and character, not to mention the ridiculously superb examples floating around various sites and forums, I simply wasn’t confident I’d do them justice.

But the inspiration kept gnawing at me, so I made up my mind to try. Not to compete but work on technique. I stuck with a limited palette, but I made a conscious effort to paint each figure separately, as an individual character. I slowed down my ‘table top standard, assembly line’ approach and spent more time trying to pick out extra details, dry brush, maybe highlight. I spent a little more time on the bases. We’re not talking Golden Demon here, just a notch or two above my usual.

The results are below

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Half-Ogre Fighter
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Celtos Elf Character. (Still Kev White tho)
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Barbarian and his Rogue Babe
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A Cleric and a Dwarf walk into a bar…

Here’s an Alternate Rogue

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One of Tre Manor’s Barbarians, I believe.

 

There’s a vague ‘Northman/Barbarian’ look to them (must be all those fur pelts) and they’re certainly not Competition standard, but I’m pleased with the results.

Now you may have noticed there’s no Wizard. I tried several, really, but none of them ticked all my boxes for this bunch. But I think I’ve finally found one: Meksant Farseer from Lucid Eye’s Red Book of the Elf King range. (and I want all of those miniatures now, thank you.)  He’s in the mail. I’ll post photos and a group shot when he’s done.

SYMBAROUM CHARACTERS

So there are seven of us who meet weekly to game now. I consider myself exceptionally fortunate to be able to game with so many great guys. Even more remarkable, word of Game Night has spread and there might be a new player coming next week.

At this point, an RPG is the only way to keep everyone involved and I have to say SYMBAROUM does a fine job; easy system, darkly beautiful setting, evocative artwork, loads of GM material… really can’t say enough about how robust and deep the game is. You should get it. Seriously.

On that point, I got some color on three new figs: Sister Althea, representative of the controversial priest Father Sarvola; an alternate fig for Tom’s character, Tior Huldrasson; and an ‘as-yet-unnamed’ Rogue for our potential new adventurer.

 

Enough for now. Have an excellent weekend. More to come, including a major ZONA ALFA Bat Rep.

Thanks.

Symbaroum: Halls of Power

Quick post and pictures from last week’s Symbaroum session. (Hectic Holidays, sorry)

Our heroes were escorting a NPC accused of heresy from Thistlehold to the capital when they were ambushed by a contingent of zealous Black Cloaks who charged them with consorting with apostates and spreading arcane corruption. (They happened to be transporting two powerful artifacts as well, ancient weapons recovered during their passage on the Gloaming Roads.)

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Once again, Max’s Ogre fighter was worth his weight in gold thaler. He’s not much for Sneaking or Social situations but he’s an absolute beast in combat. The combat ended with three dead templars and two prisoners.

We have a couple weeks off but there’s more coming as the intrepid adventurers find themselves drawn into a web of deceit, intrigue, and royal ambition.

Merry Christmas and a Happy, Healthy New Year. All the best to you.

Tharnulf’s Crypt – Part 2

“Where have you been?” the Paladin snapped. “Spiders, roaches, ogres, all manner of creepy crawlies coming out of the stonework, and you’re upstairs looting bodies.”

“Scared of bugs, are you?” the Dark Elf corsair smiled thinly. “Don’t tell me I have to hold your hand.”

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The party was joined by a Dark Elf Corsair, (Max) who probably was looting bodies. He arrived just as his woodland cousin the Druid handed the keystone to the Orc mercenary who unlocked the pillars blocking the way into the rest of the crypt. Together, the five of them advanced down the corridor to the library.

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Advancing cautiously, the group entered the library, weapons ready. When nothing dropped down out of the ceiling or sprang from the shadows, the proceeded to search the bookshelves in the far wall and the pile of debris on their right. The only unusual thing about the room was the loose flagstones under their boots – as if the library’s floor was poorly set on sand – and a strong odor of freshly turned dirt.

“That’s human masonry for you,” the Dwarf muttered. “Shoddy work. Doesn’t even last two centuries.”

A search revealed several items including a tome of engraved copper plates, half a dozen strange gold coins, several jars of mystery ointments, and a thin, silver letter opener.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” the Ork asked. “Help a werewolf open his mail?”

Before the Paladin could come up with a snarky reply, the floor erupted in a shower of dirt and rocks…. a carrion worm!

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The ensuing battle lasted a number of rounds, with the worm retreating back into its hole only to reappear somewhere else. Consequently, the fighting moved from the library to the next corridor to the large pillared room outside Tharnulf’s Chamber.

As the larger half of the party moved down the passage in pursuit of the worm, they triggered the next wave of hostiles: a mob of goblin scuttlers, backed by a gibbering shaman and a drooling brute.

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“Never split the party”  is time-worn, proven advice. But they did and it almost cost the adventurers the game. Fortunately, some good rolling and a Gruesome Kill helped our heroes fight off the attack.

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When the last surviving scuttler had fled wailing down the dark passages, the bloodied, exhausted party found themselves outside Thernulf’s Chamber. The passage however, was blocked by a mysterious well. An eerie glow emanated from its depths and the head of an ancient goddess was carved on the standing slab behind it. From one angle, it appeared the goddess was smiling at the viewer – from another, she snarled.

“Wait a minute…” said the Dwarf. “That looks like the face that’s stamped on those weird coins I found in the library.”

Yes. It is.

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Tharnulf’s Crypt

“Well, that’s kinda obvious…”

The party had been hired by a local duke to pursue a gang of thieves that has been terrorizing the towns and villages on his lands. After the most recent raid, the group – an Elf Druid, an Orc Mercenary, a Dragonborn Paladin, and a Dwarf Runemaster –  tracked the bandits to their hideout in some ancient, unnamed ruins, deep in the hills.

They watched and waited, and attacked after midnight once most of them were asleep. It was quick work, bloody work. After all, the Duke made a point of saying all trial costs would be deducted from the bounty, so proof of death was all that was really required here.  The Orc made sure you had several small barrels and a large bag of salt on hand to preserve the necessary evidence.

However, a few of the thugs tried to make a stand in what was left of the old keep. That just made the job take about 15 minutes longer. Once that was over though, the Elf noticed a draft coming from a fissure in a stone wall at the back of the ground floor. Even more odd, he noticed the masonry didn’t match the rest of the keep. It was old yes, but different stone, poorly cut, crude.

Curious, another 15 minutes, a crow bar, and some sweat revealed a passageway behind the false wall, with steps that lead down into the dark. Someone raised a lantern and there on the second step under the dust and cobwebs was a gold sazide: a coin from the first Prahan Dynasty. The last of that line died two centuries earlier, but the detail on that coin is as crisp as the day it was minted. The gold alone is worth a month’s wages, easily; the coin as an artifact is worth twenty times that to a collector or historian.

The Dragonborn Paladin snorted. “Well that’s kinda obvious.”

Down they went.

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THE INSCRIPTION ROOM

The steps end in a corridor. Raising a lantern, the party spies the Inscription chamber dead ahead. Aside from the usual muck, musty air, and rotting barrels, the passage is clear.

Inspection of the Inscription Room reveals a carved dedication to

‘Lord Aolin Tharnulf who secured the Northern March for the Empire, ruled justly and wisely for 68 years, and brought Light and Law to the land.’

There is a diagram of the Tomb that shows both Lord Tharnulf and his Seneschal are interred here. This Lord Tharnulf must have been part Dwarf or had serious connections with the clans because the Crypt Builder’s mark is a very ornate Dwarf rune. And his Steward’s name was Manus Graybeard.

“A Dwarf named ‘Graybeard’… that’s not cliche,” snarked the Paladin.

 

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Meanwhile, the Elf takes up guard facing the right passage while Orc moves left to find the hall barred by a pair of interlocked pillars. No way past them but there’s a clear opening for a keystone to unlock them.

“Guess we’re going right,” the Orc calls out. “Eyes peeled for a keystone, everyone.”

The party moves into the other hallway only to be attacked. A huge spider and four giant cockroaches drop from the ceiling.

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The insects prove incredibly difficult to kill, to the point of mauling the Orc so bad he needed healing. Eventually (far longer than expected) the party dispatched the insects and proceeded into the large chamber.

All four members were so excited about two chests in a small side room that yielded useful items that no one noticed the large black pillars covered in arcane symbols in the middle of the chamber.

The Dwarf spotted the Seneschal’s Tomb and in his haste, stepped between the pillars on his way to the hall.

The air quivered and popped. The room temperature plummeted. There was a deep grind of stone as a section of the wall slid back and out stepped three ogres. Angry ones. With clubs.

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‘Nasty, brutish, and short’ was the phrase that came to the Orc’s mind as he reflected on the battle afterward. (for he was a rather pensive greenskin) Fact is, the ogres were destroyed in the time one would think it would take a group of experienced adventurers to squash insects.

Once the smiting and slaying were accomplished, the four comrades entered the Seneschal’s Tomb, located more treasure, a rather ornate keystone which definitely looked like it might fit in a pair of interlocked pillars, and (finally) noticed an inscription engraved around the base of the stone throne.

Four are the Guardians of Lore

Three are the Doors to the Tomb

Two are the Keys forged in War

One is the Portent of Doom

“Oh great, a cryptic rhyme,” muttered the snide paladin. “Probably some kind of long lost prophesy. Guess we’ll find out next week in the other section of…

*cue scary music and echo-y voice*

THARNULF’S TOMB

Reluctant Allies

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More Advanced Song of Blades and Heroes gaming this week, with Matt, Derek, John, and Pat each fielding a Hero and Sidekick as they search for the Treasure of Sagra-Bayar.

Each player has their own reasons for finding the treasure, but their goals align  – at least for the moment – and they must work together against a common enemy.

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Choose, you must.

As this was the first meeting, each player had only one player model available for the mission. (Got to make sure they’re going to play nice together)

Even worse, they were forced to make a difficult choice right away: rescue the Seer under attacked by murderous raiders, or save the ancient rune stone about to be smashed by an enraged giant. Each offered different benefits and rewards, but given their strength and time constraints, they could only help one.

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Hearing the giant’s hammering blows in the distance, the party chose to aid the Seer. The battle quickly devolved to individual combat as the raiders turned to face the new threat. Boasting and over-confident, the Ork Tracker went down early on, severely wounded. His new-found companions came to his rescue however, including the Seer, who revived him.

Derek’s Elf Druid dispatched two of the crazed barbarians with his spear while Dragonkin and the Dwarf accounted for one more apiece. Seeing his mates dispatched, the remaining raider fled.

The grateful Seer not only resurrected the Ork but informed the party as to the whereabouts of a possible entrance to the treasure fortress. Each player also received an enchantment on one weapon or article of equipment.

Unfortunately, the Rune Stone was demolished.

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The Hand of the Runesmith, searching for the ancient Dwarf artifact, Uldur’s Anvil
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Blood-Sworn Ork trackers, seeking revenge on the Necromancer, Varro Desecrae and the return of a sacred clan totem.
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Winterthorn Emissaries, sent by the High Council to locate sacred, arcane texts which might reverse the fading power of the Eldar.
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Dragonkin Cleric and Dracolisk familiar. Legends say the Treasure Fortress of Sagra-Bayar is guarded by a great, abyssal demon. This terrible evil must be destroyed.

 

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These make the perfect crazed raiders.

 

Reluctant allies for the moment, the party bound up their wounds, re-sharpened their blades, and went off together toward the Pass at Guhna-Tel.

More next week. Have a great day.

Dark Templars

“A moment of laxity spawns a lifetime of heresy.”

Bobby Jackson sculpts straight from Reaper Miniatures. These heavily armored knights in dark livery make for the  perfect band of zealous crusaders.

Led by Confessor Malcador Izzik, they are out to purge every trace of blasphemy and wickedness from the realm.

 

They were scheduled for an appearance in one of our ASOBH mini-campaigns but our sudden lurch to the neon grit of New Kowloon set them on the back burner for now.

But they’re patient…

 

Miniature Clearance Sale

Clearing the Overflow Shelf and sending these off to a good home.

FANTASY FIGS  SOLD

12 assorted metal Reaper fantasy figs and 7 Reaper Bones* Orcs. Tabletop-level paint jobs, satin sealed, 40mm bases. Terrain not included.

$50 Includes USPS Priority Shipping in the ConUS.

 

 

MODERN/NF POLICE AND CRIMINALS  SOLD

Mix of Assault Group and Foundry Street Violence. The Police are Westwind figs led by an old Rezolution Marshal supported by an RAFM Drone.

All metal, decent brushwork, satin sealed.

$50 Included USPS Priority Shipping the ConUS.

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KRYOMEK RETRO SF  SOLD

All metal figs with funky, old-school vibe. Predator Marines and two flavors of Corporate Marines.

$25 Includes USPS Priority Shipping in the ConUS.

 

 

Contact me here. First Come-First Serve. I will combine shipping on purchase all three lots. PayPal Only. Thanks.