TK Paints YouTube channel

Quick post today in between writing up the Old World campaign AARs. I've started a little YouTube channel to show painting tutorials and other hobby related activities.

First video is a tutorial on turning unpainted Dwarven Forge cavern tiles into grassland tiles. Check it out below:

https://youtu.be/U9MOyeEzFSg

Warhammer Fantasy Campaign - Mission 1

I thought it'd be good to write up the other missions of the Warhammer Fantasy Campaign as I have the pictures from them all still. I'd originally written a very brief AAR for each of them on Facebook, but that isn't a very good place to archive this sort of thing.

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Dark events plague the Old World. Some say these are the End Times.

The Chaos Moon - Morrslieb - hangs heavy in the sky each night, casting its sickly green glow upon the lands.

Marauders from the Northlands venture into the civilised lands, pillaging and laying waste to all before them.

Meanwhile, the woodland realm of the Wood Elves - Athel Loren - is besieged by greenskins and their foul kin.

The Council of Ages - the governing body of the wood elves - were receiving multiple reports of greenskin raids into the edges of Athel Loren. Elven settlements were being destroyed and their inhabitants slaughtered or kidnapped. 

The Council decided to send Captain Forlania and a group of elite Waywatchers to investigate the greenskin base and recover any captives if possible.

Forlania and her scouts discovered a goblin village at the base of the Grey Mountains and decided to investigate further.

Captain Forlania with her trusty fox companion.

Forlania and her scouts had ranged deep into greenskin territory. She stepped cautiously for these woods were not known to her, and she could not trust them.

"Keep your arrows nocked," she whispered to her fellow Waywatchers, "it would be well to shoot first in these parts."

She signaled for her men to head towards the rocky hill and keep watch, while she pushed further into the brush alongside her fox companion.

The goblin village.

Meanwhile, in the goblin village there was something strange afoot. Black-robed goblins wielding jagged spears and crooked bows patrolled the muddy boardwalk, their shifty eyes peering this way and that. One goblin furiously thumbed through a tome which was propped up against a stone idol. The book was clearly too large to be suited for goblin hands, and the passages within were too legible to be goblin hand-writing.

Nasty goblins patrol the village whilst a goblin shaman pores over an evil tome.

"Lord of Entropy, hear me now. Blessings three, I shall gift unto thee." intoned the shaman, his voice stern and commanding.

The other goblins looked at one another uneasily. Why was their leader speaking the human tongue? And where had he learned to articulate himself so well?

"Dis is most unsettlin'," muttered Snubgrub, captain of the bowmen.

"Yur tellin' me!" replied his second in command, "I dunno 'ow to read an' that book still givs me the willies."

A second goblin troop patrols the gorge where the elf prisoners are held.

Elsewhere in the mountains, a goblin patrol made its rounds past the various cages. They made sure to drag their spears across the bars as they passed each one, if they're not allowed to sleep then their prisoners sure aren't gonna get any rest either. Plus it made a satisfying sound.

The Waywatchers make their way up to large rocky overlook.

"The air here is foul, Caedmir." said Gwynion as she scanned the horizon, "I do not like these woods, they hide a darkness - I can feel it."

Some goblins move out from the village.

The goblin spearmen from the village decided to start patrolling the perimeter. It's a good excuse to keep away from the creepy ritual their leader is performing.

Forlania and 2 of her waywatchers manage to open a goblinoid cage, releasing 6 wood elf captives!

"Watch for enemies; I'll break these foul restraints." Forlania stated as she sneaked towards the cage.

With a subtle flick of the wrist she drew a hidden blade and sliced a sturdy rope in two. The door to the cage fell away, and a gaunt elven face peered out from within.

"Is it over?" he asked, "Have we been freed?"

Forlania gathers the rescued Elves into a small unit of archers and presses onward.

"Your struggle is not over yet." Forlania told the freed elves, "Others of our kin are held nearby, and something evil occurs in these hills. Take these bows, and join me!"

The erstwhile prisoners are tired, but determined. They each take a bow and a handful of arrows and pledge themselves to Forlania's cause. They also tell her that each night the goblins would come and take one of them away. They'd hear strange sounds coming from nearby, but knew nothing else of what was going on in the woods.

The other waywatchers have manged to rescue more prisoners, and take a vantage point in some trees.

Caedmil and Gwynion encountered a group of goblin spearmen in the valley and swiftly dispatched them, with the help of Forlania's fox, who had gone with them for support.

When the fight was over they found a goblinoid cage, and opened it to find 5 wood elf captives within. They gave them spare weapons and implored them to help Forlania with investigating the mystery. The brave wood elves agreed to do so, and so the waywatchers pressed on into the woods. They climbed a tree, hoping to spot both their commander and any enemy forces in the area.

The goblin archers move into the woods to the North, while the spearmen continue their patrol around the village.

Forlania's group charges the village defenders.

Forlania's group spotted the goblin village, and the spearmen patrol swung round to defend their green brethren. Some arrows were loosed by the newly equipped wood elf archers, and two goblins were slain. The remaining goblins were charged by the two waywatchers which accompanied Forlania.

One of the waywatchers falls to the goblin spears.

The fighting was fierce. Despite the waywatcher's great skill with blades, the goblins outnumbered them and one of the elves was cut down. The other waywatcher remained steadfast and held off the goblin patrol, hoping that backup would arrive soon.

Forlania's fox comes charging in from the Northern treeline, flanking the goblin spearmen.

The waywatcher was as surprised as the goblins were. As he fought doggedly on, suddenly one of the goblins yelped and fell, blood spewing from his horrible lips. Forlania's small but ferocious fox companion had joined in the fight, and the goblins were terrified!

"Dis is stoopid!" one of the goblins declared, "I ain't into dyin'!"

The others hurriedly agreed, and they made a fighting retreat. They were met with a hail of elven arrows however, and died as cowardly as they lived.

Elven archers arrive through the Northern woods and unleash a volley of arrows at the retreating goblin spearmen.

The goblin archers have also been hit with elven arrows. They retreat into the mountains to the west, firing as they go.

"Dat magicky stuf is poisonin' his mind!" Snubgrub shouted, referring to their shaman leader, who seemed oblivious to the chaos of battle going on around him.

"Git behind those rocks, we'z gotta git away from those arrers!" he shouted, as another of his archers fell to the elven marksmanship.

Forlania's elven archers charge into the village.

Forlania's group charged into the village, but it was too late! The goblin shaman uttered his final incantation and sawed his throat open with a jagged blade. The horrified elves watched aghast as the goblinoid blood poured onto the ritualistic totem and it began to glow a sickly green.

Something stirred from within the pool of blood, and a hideous daemon of nurgle climbed out, dragging behind it a long and filthy blade.

Forlania wasted no time and immediately unsheathed her blade. She charged the beast and attempted to cut the creature down. She hoped that it's recent summoning would mean its tether to this realm was weak, and it would be easier dispatched.

Forlania falls to the daemon's swordsmanship.

Forlania fought valiantly, but the daemon was fast and far stronger than it appeared. For each blow she parried the daemon blade got closer to her body, and she found herself fighting on her back foot. As her arm began to ache, the daemon managed to get past her guard, and she suffered a nick on her arm - the foul sword easily cut through her armour.

The cut shouldn't have been more than a simple flesh wound, but something evil coursed through her veins from the putrid blade and she fell to the ground immediately, her body convulsing.

The waywatcher draws his sword and runs in to defend Forlania.

The waywatcher ran to Forlania's aid and locked blades with the disgusting daemon. Unfortunately his skill wasn't on par with the captain's, and he barely lasted a few moments against the hideous creature.

The daemon drove its sword through the waywatcher's chest, and when it yanked the blade free again, all life had left the brave elf's eyes. Strangely, he still stood, his sword hanging limply at his side. He then turned to face his kin, and started to stumble towards them.

Forlania lies wounded on the ground, unable to do anything as her former companion is turned into a hideous plague zombie before her eyes.

The freed prisoners surround the daemon and zombie.

The free prisoners looked to one another, they were terrified of what they'd just seen, but they knew that they wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Forlania and her men. They steeled their spirits and unleashed arrow after arrow into the daemon and zombified waywatcher.

Finally, the creatures of chaos dropped to the ground, the daemon's form dissolved into a disgusting mush, and the zombie slumped to the ground, pale and lifeless. The elves rushed over to Forlania and managed to rouse her. She was ill, but would be okay.

They decided to burn the goblin village to the ground, and found no trace of any of the other goblins - they must have fled when the daemon was summoned. The coterie buried the waywatcher who had rushed in to defend Forlania, and hoped that his body would nourish the surrounding trees, perhaps his death would help redeem these woods.

The waywatcher who had fallen in battle to the goblin spearmen earlier was seriously wounded, but Gwynion managed to stabilise him.

The party returned to the Oak of Ages to report on what they had found. It was strange enough that goblins had been abducting wood elves, but the daemon summoning suggested something far more concerning was happening. If the greenskins had aligned themselves with the forces of chaos, then that could spell dire consequences for the people of the Old World.