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The Rock in The Badlands – Eleonore’s First Letter

05/29/2012 Leave a comment

Excerpt from the records of the Dukedom of Parravon. Correspondence dated c1550 (2528 Imperial) to Sir Redemond of Parravon, from Eleonore (a damsel of The Lady, attached to the court of Sir Redemond).

 

 

My Noble Lord,

 

I write to you with heavy heart, for events have not been kind to your kin. We entered the Badlands ahead of schedule and accordingly made camp at the foot of the Dragonback Mountains. From there I took a small detachment of knights and men and proceeded towards the area highlighted in The Lady Madeline’s prophecy. We were however not the first to arrive in this benighted realm.

 

On the third day we encountered a small force of undead ransacking a small settlement. I took advice from your nephew, Sir Eldred, who claimed that these creatures posed no threat to those whose cause was just and carried The Lady’s blessing. How wrong we were. Unbeknownst to us they were lead by a Wraith of considerable power, no matter what casualties we inflicted by blade or by arrow, his magics continued to swell the enemy’s ranks. We were overcome and, to my everlasting shame, had no choice but to leave the field.

 

If only this was all I had to report. That night we made camp about half a league from the site of battle. While I slumbered a vision of The Lady came to me, imploring me to return to the village to make amends for my failure. Had only I known what was awaiting me there I would have fallen on my sword and spared you and the Kingdom further shame.

 

We returned at first light and found the village deserted, of the undead we encountered the day before, nothing remained bar the stench of evil and decay. As we were making preparations to advance towards our objective I fell to the ground as a wave of pure malevolence swept through the aether.

 

As I was returned to my mount I saw creatures of pure evil coalescing on the village boundary. Quickly we formed a battle line to meet this dire threat however once again we were cruelly outmatched. The daemons outmanoeuvred our forces with merciless ease and we had no choice but to retreat. As we were disengaging I saw in the distance that a unit of bowmen had been cut off by the vile creatures. I am proud to report that they sold their lives dearly, taking many of these aberrations with them on their final journey.

 

We marched at speed back to our camp to resupply and two days later we again set out to our objective. This time I decided to guide our forces through a forested area farther south to our original fateful route and, for a time, the fates were kind to us. On the fifth day our outriders reported a small force of armed men who were also heading, albeit on a different trajectory, to our destination. After hearing the scouts’ description of their livery, Sir Hugues (who as you no doubt recall has spent must time with our Imperial neighbours) concluded that they were most likely members of the Averland State Army.

 

While I was sorely tempted to parlay with the Imperial troops, as our armies drew closer I senses a disquieting presence emanating from within their ranks. This person or thing within their army was shielding himself from me, I could not ascertain his intentions and with the deepest regret I ordered our forces to make ready for battle.

 

To my dying day I will never forget the ferocity of what followed. Battle was joined in earnest with both sides trading missiles of arrow and shot while our respective warriors manoeuvred for position. Our Knights struck first and inflicted a terrible toll on the servants of Karl Franz all the while our bowmen mercilessly cut down all that their arrows could find.

 

The men of Averland did not stand idly by met our charge with a steely resolve one cannot help but admire. We were evenly matched; all it would take would be one singular moment or individual to break this bloody deadlock. 

 

It was at this point that a unit of spearmen appeared led by formidable warrior, evidently the man in command of the army. Our Knights and I charged this unit and each side inflicted terrible casualties, all of a sudden your nephew was thrown from his horse by this captain and before I could draw breath I was fighting him for my very life.

 

With one stroke of his sword he broke my blade and as he prepared to strike again I made myself ready to meet The Lady. However death did not find me today, he turned his blade at the last moment and instead delivered a blow to my head with the side of his blade and I fell into darkness.

 

I woke in the Imperial camp to find my wounds dressed and my body unsullied. At my bedside was the warrior who bested me who introduced himself as Captain Helmut Gerstein. He told me that he and his men had respected our code of honour and those Knights who survived the battle had been treated for their wounds and were residing in the tent next to mine.

 

Captain Gerstein told me that he and his men were here at the behest of a mage called Emmanuel Gant who is travelling with them, I am certain that this Gant is the source of the presence I sensed just before the bloodbath. The Captain proceeded to tell me that once I felt strong enough he would escort our survivors back to our camp under a flag of truce, seeing true honour in his heart I accepted.

 

Three days later, as good as his word, we were taken back to our camp. It pains me to tell you that of the knights that I left with only Sir Hugues of Quenelles, Sir Jacques or Lyonesse, Sir Aldebald of Montfort and Sir Hrodbert of Carcassonne survive.

 

Upon the return to our camp I received news that your son has encountered difficulty on his journey to meet us. Sir Aymeric reports that upon entering the Forest of Loren they encountered a sizeable force of Beastmen intent on pillaging the realm. Honour bound to assist he dispatched your younger son, Sir Ectorde, with your standard, thirty brave knights and as many men as could be spared to continue the journey to meet us. Once the Beastmen are vanquished, Sir Aymeric and the rest of his force will complete their journey.

 

I pray to The Lady that they are not too late

 

 

I am your humble servant,

 

Eleonore

 

 


 

 

 

 


Parravon Expeditionary Force Men-At-Arms

05/28/2012 Leave a comment

The first round of The Rock in The Badlands was played at the weekend, more or that in a later post.  Anyway, while I hadn’t got the whole army ready in time I had at least managed to get some of my peasant scum ready.

I chose to keep the colours fairly simple by sticking to colours available in the middle ages, mainly dark green and brown for the clothes with red and yellow used for the Lord’s livery.  Thus far I’m really happy with how these are turning out, hopefully I’ll have more for you next week.

The Damsel Eleonore

05/22/2012 Leave a comment

I’ve finally finished my first major model for the first round of The Rock in The Badlands campaign.

This is the first Warhammer Fantasy miniature I’ve painted since ’94 and in truth, while I really enjoyed the process it’s very obvious that some more work is required on the face. Unfortunately since I want to have at least half my army ready in time for this weekend I’ve had to swallow my pride and move on for now. After my gallant knights have crushed all before them I’ll add some more detail and soften up the skin tone.

Gaming on a Budget 2: The Return!

05/07/2012 Leave a comment

At the start of this year I introduced my Hobby Tin idea to the world and by way of follow up I’d like to talk briefly about another way that I (and lets face it, most of you) also can maintain our Shiny Addiction during these hard times.

I am, of course, talking about the second hand market.

Like many gamers, I’m a bit of a hoarder.  My parents’ attic is full of shoe boxes and bin bags containing the plethora of tat that I left with them when I moved out almost fourteen years ago.  About two years ago I started going through this for models with a view to keeping what I actually needed for my current armies (as well as the extremely sentimental ones) but also to select those I thought I could sell on.  To date I’ve made about £400 pounds, mainly through eBay but also the occasional sale to friends or friends of friends.

As with the Hobby Tin, this money is reinvested into my current armies but increasingly I’ve been trawling eBay for good bargains to help my Bretonnian army get off the ground.  Last week this bore significant fruit as on Friday these lovely things arrived in the post:

These were all unpainted and on-sprue, all from different sellers and together they cost only £22 which is only just more than the current Knights of The Realm set costs new from GW.  While you can get better deals if you’re happy to buy assembled or non-pro painted minis this approach should allow me to get at least the core of my army up to strength as cheaply and conveniently as possible.

Now all I have to worry about is getting them painted in time for the campaign start in three weeks time!

The Rock in The Badlands – My Army’s Background

04/24/2012 1 comment

When the southern sky falls one thousand summers hence,
A new star must rise,
Else the land of his fathers be dark evermore.

Seventh Prophecy of Madeline of Parravon, Prophetess of The Lady, 550 (1528 Imperial Calendar)

Only a fool ignores the words of The Lady and Sir Redemond of Parravon was certainly no fool. Nevertheless, when word reached him that rocks of pure warpstone were raining down on the Badlands he was far north of Bretonnia fighting in the king’s grand army, desperately trying to repel a massive Chaos warhost from entering the civilised lands of man.

Redemond consulted with Duke Cassyon, Lord of Parravon and Mathilde, the Prophetess to the Court of The Realm. All agreed that while the prophecy was surely coming to pass, their duty was to the whole of Bretonnia, the fate of Parravon would be determined by someone else.

The three debated long into the night but by first light a decision had been made; Aymeric, the eldest son of Redemond would take whomever could be spared from the army and start on the long journey south to the Badlands. Time however was against them and even if Aymeric left that morning the journey south would take many weeks, fortunately Mathilde had a solution.

Accompanying Mathilde was Eleonore, a young damsel barely seventeen summers old. Nevertheless, Mathilde sensed the will of The Lady working through this girl and instructed her to race immediately for Parravon; there she must assemble what forces she can from the remaining nobility and peasantry then head into the Badlands and hold off this threat until Aymeric’s forces can arrive.

And so it begins…

04/19/2012 Leave a comment

The postman woke me at silly o’clock to deliver a package I’ve been looking forward to for a long time.

Behold! The start of my Bretonnian Army!

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I know you should start by painting your core troops but sometimes it’s really satisfying to dive straight in and paint a character or two that catches your imagination. Hopefully they’ll be ready for next week’s Miniature Monday.

A life of pious chivalry beckons

04/17/2012 Leave a comment

Some of you might remember my ruminations earlier this year when I considered starting a Warhammer Fantasy army.  Anyway, a couple of friends of mine recently developed a narrative campaign, The Rock in The Badlands which enables players to start with a 500 point force and work their way up through subsequent battles.

Well, this was the final push I needed to really get my arse in gear and after some more thoughts (and many impatient prods from my friends) I have decided on……

THE BRETONNIANS!

 

I picked up the army book from the lovely people at Wayland Games and after reading it I was hooked.  What’s not to love about ranks of noble knights galloping without fear into the enemy’s line while their (quite rightly dammit!) put upon serfs fire hails of arrows above their heads?  The army also presents a painting challenge for me which I think I’m almost looking forward to more than the campaign itself.

The campaign kicks off on the 26th of May, I’ll let you know how I get on.

FOR THE LADY!