Saturday, January 25, 2014

Friday, January 24, 2014

Maintaining your Hobbying



So I felt like I should provide a little post to help those of you such as college students who don't have any models to paint and feel like you can't really do anything related to the hobby right now aside from reading.  I'm hoping to provide you with a couple of ways that you can still participate in 40k and be excited about it and even achieve progress within the hobby one way or another.  This can be done in a couple of ways:

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Shas'o Dal'yth Myl'ok

Here I provide some of what I've written on one of the four factions that I'm working on as mentioned in a previous post

Setting Creation 101 - Back to Basics


In this article the standard parts of beginning the creation of a setting are established.

Personal Notes 101


Having taken practically a year and a half hiatus from 40k and miniature wargaming I've started to dive right back into it and I'm remembering everything about this hobby that made me love it so much.  In fact I'm enjoying even more of it, for I was the type of person that absolutely abhorred painting mini's and so at most all I had was a 1k point list painted of Tau (my primary army, or so it was when I played 40k regularly).  Having returned though I've started to paint practically daily however, and a significant portion of that is simply from inspiration.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Raiding Iothas - Part 3



The tension was palpable among the squad of chosen, the silence the choice that they had all unanimously agreed upon - unspoken at all costs.  Nervously they walked forward, knees bent, crouched in the shadows as much as possible.  This served two purposes: first of all, it would hopefully allow them to approach the Eldar position unnoticed and allow them to take the filthy xenos by surprise; the second function kept them out of the attention of the two commanders in their midst.  Sorcerer Yurfalk's foul mood tainted every move he made, facial expression, grunt and curse uttered.  He jerked around as he talked to himself, muttering about authority and some other things about orders and hierarchy.  Lord Bontav smoldered, his eyes an inferno, his bearing overwhelming, every step seeming to leave cracks in the concrete.