The Cruelwater Chronicles (Part VII)- Swimming against the tide

"Enough!" Yelled Dexter over the din.
The Goliaths fell silent at their champion's command and slowly lowered their weapons. The Voodoo Dolls continued to train their Las-weapons on them, the ominous hum of their Hotshot Packs adding to the tension of the sudden silence. With no leader or champion the Escher gangers stole quick glances towards Sully for their cue.
"If we cannot work together, then not only will we all die in this stinking Sumphole, but we abandon any chance of our fallen escaping the Puppet Master's encroaching forces." Continued Dexter.
"He's right" said Sully, holstering her Autopistol. "...Which is not something you expect from a Goliath! Continue with the IED's"
The hum of the Las-Packs was replaced with laughter, with the tension broken both gangs returned to the task at hand....

Squaduary 2019 Progress - The Marionettes

Greetings Sinners!
My pledge for Rory's Squaduary Challenge over at Stepping Between Games hasn't been going too well and to say I'm behind schedule is a bit of an understatement. Fortunately, I've managed to get in a couple of days to start the build on my Renegade Mechanicum Venator Warband for Necromunda

The Cruelwater Chronicles (Part VI) - The Tide Turns

Moisture glistened on the scorpion's black carapace as it struggled to break free from the sump spider's web. Sully watched as the scorpion used its pincers to snip at the sticky strands holding it fast, its movement sending tremors along the gossamer threads to its owner. With each brief struggle the sump spider moved closer to its prey, stopping every time the Scorpion's frantic movements ceased. Closer and closer the sump spider moved, the scorpion's exertions masking its approach. The scorpion's movements ceased, its energy apparently spent. The spider crouched, its albino eyes scrutinising its prey, legs like coiled springs, waiting for the kill. In a sudden burst of activity the spider leapt upon its prey, its fangs struggling to puncture the scorpion's hard chitin plate. The scorpion's tail immediately lashed out sinking its venom tipped barb into its assailant. The gossamer threads gave way and both plummeted towards the sump below, locked together in their violent embrace. As they plunged into the sump, jaws snapped closed and dragged them both into the murky depths below.
Sully looked across at Brigitte, "An ill-omen." she whispered to her leader.
Brigitte shook her head, "Move out" she signalled....

The Future of Necromunda - Specialist Games Weekender....

This weekend Forge World held their Horus Heresy Weekend, at the 11th hour they added Specialist Games to the event and held a Necromunda seminar explaining their plans for the future and what they've been working on.
I didn't attend but I've hunted around for all the juicy photos and info I could find. This is mainly so I don't forget to tell Rob about all of the cool stuff that's out there, but it's also a bit of a Mood Board to give me ideas for models and scenarios.

February is turning into a busy month

Greetings Sinners!
My HBS (Hobby Butterfly Syndrome) is once again threatening to overwhelm me and bring any progress to a standstill as I flit from one project to another.
Fortunately, there are a couple of events being run by fellow bloggers that will hopefully help me focus a little and help shoo away those flittering urges.

First up is Azael's Neglected Models challenge a great Blog (which I've embarrassingly only just discovered) that has plenty to read as well as some gloriously painted models.....I'm pretty sure he has a small army of painting daemons locked away in a hexagrammically sealed room because his work rate is somewhat prodigious to say the least!
For this Challenge I plan on finally finishing my Voodoo Dolls. I've ordered some name plates for them and I'm hoping they arrive before the end of the month. There isn't a massive amount to do on them, both champions and a Juve need a bit of work but the rest just need finishing off....having just watched this seasons climatic episode of Vikings, I'm thinking of experimenting with some war paint like this....

I'm not sure how well it will translate to a model, so I might just stick to the red eye strips that they currently have. So expect to see a full post on the Voodoo Dolls by the end of the month.

The next Challenge is from Rory's Stepping Between Games and is the Squaduary Challenge. Some of you may remember that I pledged my Voodoo Dolls to this last year and being that I've now pledged them to Azazel's challenge, I think it's fair to say I failed miserably! 😉

This time I'm pledging my Renegade Mechanicus Venator Warband. I've already painted the leader which I'm sure you'll recognise...

.....and I have a couple of Techno Cultists base coated, but everything else is still on the sprue, so for a procrastinator like me, this still represents quite a challenge (one that I'm not overly optimistic about)...But hey, if I get them built and base coated I'll be satisfied.

Of course, on top of all that I have another Cruelwater Chronicle to type up.....this penultimate episode took a seriously unexpected turn that both of us never saw coming....Our intrepid Reporter manged to obtain a pict-feed from the action....

So a busy month ahead....and if I want to achieve any of it, I better get a wiggle on....

....Until next time....may Our Lady grant you her number 😉

The Cruelwater Chronicles (Part V) - Sink or Swim

Janitor grimaced from the pain that racked his body as he attempted to sit up and look around the derelict manufactorum that they'd taken refuge in. Several of the Clean-Up Crew were carrying injuries and his champion Dexter was still unconscious from the pounding they had taken in the Puppet Master's Lair.
Janitor blamed himself, overconfidence had gotten the better of him. His pain was briefly overshadowed by rage at his own stupidity in thinking he had seen all that this cursed Puppet Master had to offer.
He closed his eyes and thought about what went wrong in their first foray into the Lair....

The 'Hunters' were something he hadn't encountered before and the Shock Staves they carried had inflicted two wounds before he had even engaged the abomination......

....It was only the timely intervention of his champion Sinister that had seen him survive.
From that ominous start, things had rapidly fallen apart for the Clean-Up Crew. The Puppet Master had inflicted several Flesh wounds with his Rad-Cannon and the Voodoo Dolls' had quickly taken advantage of their reduced toughness, systematically taking them out of action. The Hive Spirits had cursed them that day as the final Goliath fell, not to the Servo-Stalker, but to a swarm of rats.

It had been a grim day for the Goliaths and with three of them in recovery, Janitor had been forced to invest all of the gang's credits into another body.
Janitor's dark mood lifted as he thought about his latest recruit.
"Let's see what the Puppet Master's minions make of 'Dozer." He said as the gang moved out for a second assault on the Lair.......

'Dozer

Dozer was always big even by Goliath standards but his propensity for the ultra-violence was sorely lacking until the Janitor fixed him with a combat skull chip. Now he revels in the brawl abandoning ranged weapons in favour of reaching out and touching his opponents. Not many can go toe to to with the 'Dozer especially when he flips his stim rig up to level four.