Author: James Fitzsimons

Painting – Sacral Vault

James Fitzsimons Hello I’m James, 17 year Wargamer, Commission Painter and member of the Leinster Brigands Warmahordes Guild. I’ve always had a thing for well painted miniatures (who hasn’t right?) the sight of two fully painted armies laid out on a table is really what our hobby is all about – the sense of satisfaction you get putting that final coat of varnish on the last model you need for your army is akin to finding a download link for Game of Thrones season 6 that wont cripple your computer with viruses. So lets dive straight into a recent...

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Season of War – Everblight

Blood, Fire and Smoke – Part 2 Absylonia, Daughter of Everblight dove from the sky, darting towards her target like a viper, she wrenched the Nihilator’s head from his torso with a wet crack as tendons gave way to blighted strength. She casually tossed the head aside and soared high above the battlefield once more searching for her next victim. Her sisters message had reached her before she had mounted her invasion of the Khadorian territory to the West, forcing her to turn around and make haste to her incompetent sister’s aid lest the newly acquired stronghold in the mountains be lost. Her hatred for her sister burned bright in her eyes and her Dragonspawn fed from their masters rage, a Carnivean smashed into a Titan bowling the beast over and sending a wash of dragons breath deep into the Skorne lines, the battle was turning and Absylonia could feel the momentum swinging in her favor. Lylyth watched the column of Skorne enter the killzone with a predators gaze, she had already dispatched her Deathstalkers to the eastern side to harass the flanks of the Skorne advance. Her pair of Ravagores idled beside her, straining to engage the enemy. She rested her hand on the flanks of one calming the beast, “Soon” she whispered. She wove a veil of darkness around her ambushing force and prompted her warbeasts into...

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Season of War – Everblight

Blood, Smoke and Fire The smoke rose in lazy plumes as Lylyth surveyed the labouring Nyss constructing the kill zone in front of Everblight’s latest stronghold in the Iron Kingdoms. Situated high in the mountains over looking a crystal lake it was a perfect staging point for spreading her masters blight further afield. She had carefully mapped out a hellish maze of razor wire, stake lined ditches and armoured pillboxes using the Khadorian infrastructure recently acquired in her attack on the keep to her forces advantage. They had not put up much of a fight but she had expected nothing less than a total surrender from a skeleton forceĀ  garrison facing the combined might of the Daughter and Shadow of Everblight. Still she longed for a meaningful engagement where her mettle could be truly tested. Absylonia had taken a sizeable force southeast to join with Thagrosh and annex nearby territories, this was yet another carefully measured insult from the prophet after her recent failures to the Master and Lylyth was cataloguing them all, nurturing the animosity and hatred within for her fellow champions “Soon” she sighed to herself as she gracefully picked her way through the carpet of mangled steel from the Khadorian Warjacks her Sister had torn asunder with bare fang and claw – despite her contempt for Absylonia she conceded in a contest of strength and savagery...

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