Saturday, 8 June 2019

Retro-future WiP

Interested in trying something new I have been thinking of some different 6mm projects that I've had for some time. I first started prepping some GZG infantry for some small-scale corporate merc fighting before I saw a few interesting posts on the wargames website.

Being a long-time fan of SF3D/m.ak. I decided to try my hand at sculpting some retro-scifi armored vehicles, not for the first time. While they aren't done yet, these two have some potential I feel.


I haven't managed to make a turret design I like as of yet for the vehicle on the left, while the right-hand one needs another option or two for the turret hardpoints on either side of the vehicle.

 After I got started I sort of knew I'd like to sculpt at least one type of infantry, in some sort of hardsuit of course!
It has been quite some time since I tried my hand at using GS to sculpt anything other than small adjustments and mods to existing minis after a few disastrous attempts at making some from scratch.

This attempts have so far gone better than I hoped! I don't know if my skills have improved or if I just did something wrong earlier, but nevertheless these attempts came out quite ok I think.
I'm not sure if I need to make any more additions to these, but I will revisit that after I manage to finish the last bits for the vehicles.

With the sort-of success I feel encouraged to try my hand at a few more things unrelated to this project, but we'll see when and what that ends up being.

That's all for now, til next time!





Friday, 10 May 2019

Save the scout! A Horizon Wars AAR


The Udouu system is technically part of Unity, as all human settlements in explored space. But like many systems on the fringe it's payed little attention by the core worlds. Add to that the fact that it's an unsanctioned colony with no offical Unity presence, you can begin to understand how the sqaubbling of these single-system powers have escaped notice.

With fewer than a dozen inhabitable planets and moons, Udouu isn't a poor system by any stretch, but it's too far away for most of the mega corps to involve themselves.

This has led to there being a few local powers fighting with what would be considered obsolete tech, even from many fringers prespective. Without wide-spread access to Unity tech there is little fusion tech on Udouu prime, the largest habitable planet in the system. As you go down in size and importance, the technological resources available to the locals decrease as well.

Necessity being the mother of all invention, the inhabitants have managed to create surprisingly efficient combustion engines, able to run on virtually any fuel. The lack of advanced armor materials and shielding have caused their warmachines to emphasize speed and manuverability over heavy armor, leading to the almost universal use of small bipedal mecha.
These suits are straddling the line between armored suits and true mecha, allowing for pilots to be trained quickly as it's operation is little different from using their own body. 

On Udouu Prime, or just Prime (as the locals usually refer to it), there are two major factions:
The Northern Alliance and the Confederation of Southern states.
As the names indicate they hold roughly half of the planets single continent each, with a strip of uninhabitable desert and a great lake forming the natural boundry between the powers. The remainder of the planets landmass is spread out in small island chains dotted around the great sea.

The Alliance and the Confederation are in an almost constant conflict that sometimes blossoms into full-blown war, but for the most part there are little more than border skirmishes and raids followed by political condemnation and finally attempts at reaching a lasting peace that inevitably seems to break down. And so the wheel keeps turning.

A scout had failed to report in at a stretch of the border that was recently in dispute between the Alliance and the Confederation. The local Alliance commander was feeling the pressure, so he sent out the newly formed Red Cap squad and a sniper team to investigate:

Red Caps, distinguishable by their red heads and white shoulder stripe. The sniper can be seen sporting a orange fin on his head while the spotter has no distinguishing marks.

In the distance the Alliance pilots can see a pillar of smoke rising. It doesn't bode well for their mission..

They all advance together, taking up whatever defensible positions they can.

The smoke is indeed coming from the downed scout mech! The sniper team spotter moves closer to try and see if the pilot made it. As he approaches, a voice comes over his local comms: "I have important information for Alliance command, you need to get me to them!"
Suddenly all of the Alliance mechs sensors go off, it's an ambush!

The Confederate mechs must have been in low-power mode, waiting to spring the trap. A mech comes barreling out from behind some ruins, it's rotary gun chewing chunks of armor out of the spotter's mech!

With quick reflexes, the pilot of the Red Cap's heavy mech pivots and fire his auto-cannon. The large shells strike the enemy mech head-on, blowing out the reactor and stopping it dead. 

The spotter begins to drag the wounded mech to safety when he realizes that the pilot is stuck inside. They'll have tools back at the hangar to cut him out of there, if he can only get that far!
Another of the Red Caps cause some damage as his bazooka shot cracks open a fair bit of the armor of a mech hiding in the ruins.

With his agressor out of reach, the wounded confederate pilot targets another of the squad, his shots messing up one of the leg actuators on his target.

Returning fire with limited success, the Red Cap squad member seeks shelter in some ruins as well.

Explosive shots blow sand and rock into the air as the last of the Red Caps narrowly avoids some bazooka fire from a mech speeding towards him.

He takes careful aim with his own rifle and sends a stream of penetrator rounds through both the legs and cockpit of the offending mech, bringing it down!


Feeling lucky, he then takes aim at the already damaged mech hiding in the ruins. Most of the shots ricochet harmlessly off the ruins, but some find their mark and the mech topples over, defeated.

Seeking to stop the enemy from recovering their downed pilot, one of the few remaining Confederate pilots charge towards the Alliance line. Hitting a scout mech is hard given their size and made no easier by having to dodge incoming fire. As he dodges and weaves, the Alliance sniper adds his deadly precision fire to the barrage, bringing the mech to permanent stop.

With little opposition left, the Red Cap heavy moves forward, his auto cannon stitching a pattern into the ruins as well as the mech trying to hug it for cover.

Hoping to take down the enemy heavy, the mech zooms between cover, laying down a hail of fire. The bullets rip through the tracks on one of the Red Cap mech's leg, shredding them!

Finally the last Confederate mech reveals itself! As it charges out of it's hiding place, the pilot opens up with both cannon and rockets, blasting most of the armor off of the unsuspecting Red Cap mech!

Eager to help his squad-mate, the bazooka-wielding mech sends a explosive shot right at the Confederate heavy, almost blowing it's arm off!

The heavy mech disengages from the remaining Confederate light mech to support his squad and fires a few shots into the leg actuators of the heavy mech.

Realizing that they cant stop the scout's pilot from being rescued, the Confederate commanders give the order to pull back, they have lost enough good pilots today!


Both remaining mechs fire suppresive fire and deploy smoke grenades to cover their retreat. Alliance command orders their pilots to bring back the scout pilot, pursuit is not a priority.

A slightly better picture of the mechs of Red Cap squad. You might be seeing more of these guys in the future!

That was an overwhelming victory for the Alliance, the dice really wasn't with the Confederate pilots!

I hope you have enjoyed this little report, I have a few ideas for future scenarios and there might even be some RPG-lite campaign focused around the members of Red Cap squad coming up!

Til next time!

Wednesday, 19 September 2018

And now; space mecha


For a couple of weeks I managed to do little at all in terms of hobby. After building a few Gundam model kits and watching a bunch of anime, I was inspired to revisit anime-style mecha gaming.

I got a few sets of power armor from GZG during salute and I realized that they could fit the bill.


The first faction:

I decided to cut the bases off the models and re-pose them a bit to make them feel more dynamic.






The second faction:






I have yet to decide on the exact details of the setting, but I'll get to that in a future post.

Horizon Wars is the most likely candidate for playing these games, with some house rules to tweak the feeling appropriately.

I hope to have some terrain ready in a few days, and perhaps a quick background for the setting.

Til next time!

Sunday, 5 August 2018

Desert dwellers


While I await some pieces I need for the next chapter of the Tale of the Wandering Slayer, I decided to finish up the tribesmen I ordered from Mike earlier this summer.

Making their home in the less traveled parts between the cities of the central desert, the tribes live.
Scratching out an existance much like their ancestors, little has changed in these insular communities of hunters. Hunting and trapping creatures of the desert sustains them, but some tribes are known to cultivate a few hardy crops or even trade with the outside world. Theirs is a world of spirits and fey, the lure of civilization and all it's trappings matter little to them.

Making use of stone and wood to fashion the implement neccessary to survive, the tribesmen are hardened by the life they lead and every one is expected to hunt and defend the village of their birth.

The favored tool of most tribes are some variation of club or axe, often with obsidian heads or blades. Spears and daggers complement their arsenal for hunting and various tasks respectivly. The tribesmen rarely use armor, finding it uncomfortable and quite cowardly. They already have a shield, after all! 

 The shields of most tribes are wooden or hide streched over a wooden frame. More successful tribes, like the ones we see here, have intricate carvings on the face of the shield. But even the less fortunate usually paint and embellish their shields to ward off evil spirits and bring good luck in battle.

A slightly more recent addition to the tribes is the bow. In their ancestors time they used throwing implements shaped from rock or javelins, but some of the more progressive chiefs traded for bows and the knowledge needed to use them, as well as techniques for fletching. Before long, most tribes had traded for this to them new-fangled weapons though a few stubborn tribes refuse such outsider blasphemy.


I'm hoping to see the last few pieces arrive by post this week, so I can get to finishing up for the next chapter.

Til next time!

Wednesday, 25 July 2018

Tales of the Wandering Slayer chapter 3: Where is the townfolk?


When we again join Emerik, his temporary party has entered through the gates of Biru Kutha, where the streets lie deserted.
"Gods be merciful! Where could everybody be?" Miklos the merchant exclaimed.
"There is no blood or signs of struggle, do not dispair yet." the Slayer resonds as he takes in the scene around him.

The small town looks like it was taken by some surprise, goods and details of daily life sit where they dropped, but there is little to reveal what spooked the townsfolk so.

Suddenly a voice calls out across the small square: "Miklos, praise the gods you are spared!" The door to the temple fly open as a priest steps out onto the stair.
"Aggas, it warms my heart to see you, but what has happened here?" Miklos move to meet the priest at the well in the center of the town.
"A foul omen, a sign of the gods displeasure!"

"I think I can explain it Miklos, and it has little to do with the gods!" Suddenly, a brawny man comes around the back of the temple. His garb, coupled with his thick muscle and weapons tell Emerik that this man is likely a guard, probably the even captain of the guard given his familiarity with the merchant and priest.

Aggas shoots the man a dark look, disrespecting both the gods and their mouthpiece infront of a stranger, but he hold his tongue.
Ever the diplomat, Miklos quickly grab the attention of the captain to forestall any bickering: "Captain Farkh, where is the rest of your guards and the rest of the town?"
"Some nights ago we started hearing strange calls and goings on after dark.
At first we thought it was wild dogs, but last night we saw them for the first time on a patrol of the streets. They were some hellish mix of lizard and man!" The captain relayed what he had seen to the newcomers, growing animated as he went along.
"Gods shield us from such creatures, what do they want?" Miklos sat down in the sand, clearly shocked.

"What does any such creature want? To sacrifice us to their twisted and vile gods, or eat us, surely!" Aggas cried out, unable to contain his fear and religious fervor any longer.
"And what of our people?" Miklos pleaded, looking to the captain.
"Most are safe, some seek sanctuary with Aggas under the eyes of the gods in the temple, the rest are holed up in their homes on my order until my men return." Farkh stated. "They followed the scavengers as they left before sunrise, to drive the fiends from our lands." He added.

"Now I have duties to attend to, and I am sure that our people need your guidance Aggas." He gives the priest a pointed look. "I'm sorry you have come to us at a dire time traveller, our hospitality is usually not this poor. You have my thanks for bringing our treasurer and valued merchant Miklos back to us." With these words, both Aggas and Farkh turn and go their separate ways.

"I am sorry you find us at such a calamitous time master Slayer. We are already indebted to you, but I fear I must ask even more of you."
"What would you ask of me master merchant?" Emerik eyes Miklos with some apprehension.

"Would you consider a contract? I would have you go after the guardsmen the captain sent to drive off these creatures that have found themselves in our neighborhood. The captain is a proud man and his guards are well trained, but I fear that such fiends might prove too much for them. Would you aid them, and all of us?" Miklos looks at the Slayer with worry in his eyes.

"How do you propose to pay me, you who have yet to settle your previous debt?" our hero asks bemused.
"I will speak to the priest and captain Farkh, we I will convince them to pay you from the town coffers. I will also have something else from my own collection to gift you, as thanks for saving my life, and that of my bodyguards." Miklos speaks confidently, like a man already sure of the outcome.
"Very well, merchant Miklos, you have struck a deal." Emerik offer up his hand and the men shake on the agreement.

"Now I will go find the good captain and inquire to the direction I am to find his guardsmen." The Slayer stalks off to find Farkh, leaving Miklos to his business and his brother-guards to see to the goods they saved from the bandits.


Before long Emerik find captain Farkh and recounts his conversation with Miklos. The guard captain grunts his agreement between bites, as our Slayer interrupted him mid-meal.
"Come master Slayer, I will show you where to start." Farkh puts down the loaf he had been devouring, motioning for Emerik to follow.

They soon reach the gates of the town.
"Follow this route to the west, the winds have been calm, so I am sure you will pick up my men's track with little difficulty." The captain points to a landmark in the distance: "There is a few small pools just past those twin hills over there, I would imagine that is where the fiends have made camp."
After thanking the guard captain, Emerik soon picks up the tracks, just like Farkh had predicted.


After a few hours of traveling and following the trail, Emerik reaches the twin hills spoke of by the captain.. 

..He soon spots the guardsmen as he enters the depression between the two rocky hillsides.

The guardsmen have formed a loose ring around the lizardmen, beating their shields and shouting to drive them off. Hissing and roaring in their strange tongue, the lizardmen seem more provoked than frightened.
"I have come from Biru Kutha to aid you, courtesy of the merchant Miklos." Emerik announces with a call that booms across small oasis.
"Welcome stranger, we are greatful for any help! These fiends have corrupted the pools with their filth, but we will see them off yet!" One of the guardsmen responds, indicating the scummy pools with his blade.

The four lizardmen are not alone however. Unbeknownst to the guardsmen, a hunting party is just returning when the calls of their tribe reaches them!

Sensing that the numbers now favor them, the lizardmen's chief gives a shout and they charge!
They quickly surround a guardsman, but his skill and luck is greater than theirs this day and he manages to keep the stabbing spears at bay. When the chief tries to gut him, he instead receives a pair of vicious stabs from the guardsman's spear for his trouble.

Their backs turned, the savage warriors are unable to stop Emerik's lethal assault as his spear thrust through the pair again and again, leaving the warriors bleeding into the sand!

Swinging his shield in a murderous arc, the lone guardsman first deflects the chief's spear before smashing the shield full into the lizardman's face, knocking him to the desert floor.

Just as his swing finishes, an arrow whistles into the flank of the guardsman! The lizardman hiding by the pool had been waiting for an opportunity to pepper the invaders with his arrows and such a chance had just presented itself.

Loosing another shaft against the second pair of guardsmen bearing down on him, he fails to get past the vigilant shield-arm of the guardsmen.

The hunting party of lizardmen coming into view, our Slayer strains his legs to reach the closest one before it can threaten the guardsmen. A quick slash rewards him with a angry hiss from his opponent.

The wounded guardsman drag himself in behind a large cactus to bind his wound and try to remove the arrow in his side. At the same time, his fellow guardsmen keep up their march against the bow lizardman. The reptilian archer draw and loose a multitude of arrows, keeping the guards shields up. One arrow finally find it's mark, striking the throat of a tiring guard, slaying him instantly.

Clearly outmatched, the wounded lizardman can't keep Emerik's cuts and thrusts from his flesh for long and he soon falls to the multitude of wounds.

Finally reaching the archer, the guardsmen fall upon him with savage blows, avenging their dead and wounded comrades.

No sooner than the first archer has fallen, an arrow come flying for the guardsman right behind him.
Caught by surprise, the shot throws the guardsman to the ground bleeding and crying out in pain!

Facing off against the last of the spear-wielding fiends, Emerik spins and thrusts, blocking blows with his shield while looking for an opening. When the lizardman strikes against his leg, the spear get stuck in the sands!
Emerik quickly skewers the reptilian, ending the fight as it slides off his spear.

Knowing how deadly arrows can prove, Emerik charges the last standing lizardman. The creature gives a hiss-chirp of surprise as the Slayer quickly closes the distance. Before it can reach for the dagger in his belt, Emerik's spear has thrust right through him, a few inches sticking out of the reptilian's back.

As the last of the lizardmen has fallen, the remaining guardsmen see to their wounds and the fallen, how are regrettably beyond their aid. As they pick through the dead, one off them cries out in fright!
"What is it man, that has you so unraveled?" Emerik challenges the guard.
"The leader of these fiends, he yet lives! The blow must have only knocked him senseless!" He replies exitedly.

As Emerik comes to deliver a killing blow, the reptilian suddenly stuns them by croaking: "Stay your hand, I beg of you. I shall reward you if you spare my life!"
The lizardman spoke! Not any gibbering tongue known only to his kind, but the common tongue!

"Why should I spare you, and how did you come to know our language?" Asked Emerik, recovering from the shock. According to most scholars, the various humanoids that inhabit the world are little but savage beasts that couldn't possibly understand or learn the cultured ways of men. It seems in this case at least, they are wrong.. Emerik considers the implications of such a discovery when the chief responds:

"I have journeyed further than many of my kind and while they find little use for your tongue and customs, I saw litte harm in learning it. As to why you should spare me, I would ask you hear me out: My tribe lived many days and nights from here, in a system of caves. We kept to ourselves and rarely had cause to cross paths with men.
Some moons ago, our shaman saw bad omens in his dreams, and soon calamity befell us. A plague hit our people and in our weakened state we could not keep the sand worms at bay and they drove us from our ancestral home."

"I see, but why claim these pools, and foul the waters? This is one of the few sources of water around here and now it stinks of rot!" Cried one of the guards.

"When we found this place, we were coming close to the time of the spawning. Our young need the waters to be born. With the pools of our caves lost to us, we had to take what was at hand. We hunters watch the pools and the young ones. The smell you remark on is the food we dump into the pools for the hatchlings. In another moon, they will be big enough to leave the pool. But without it they will perish, and so might our entire tribe be doomed!"

The guards looked to the Slayer with unease, not sure if they shouldn't kill the reptile and his kin.
Emerik broods for another few moments and then speak:
"I see you plight chief, but I know not if there is anything I can do. These pools are needed by travelers and the town nearby."

The lizardman sighs and nods: "You have bested many of our hunters and I cannot stop you from slaughtering the rest of us. But I have been your prowess. If you would travel with me to the caves and drive the worms away, we would have no more need of these pools.
We would clean them up and offer trade with the towns you speak of. For you personally I can offer some of the things we have found exploring the ancient ruins deep in the caves, of little value to us but it might be of use to you. These is also precious rocks that you might take."

The lizardman chief takes a small gemstone out from a small satchel in his belt. The red stone glitters in the sunlight. It's a bloodstone, a gem worth a moderate sum, but he seems to indicate that there are more of them to be had.

"I would know your name, chief of the tribe, if we are to strike a deal. I am Emerik, Slayer from the western kingdoms."
 "Master Slayer, I thank thee, my name is not one pronouncable by most, but you may call me Skizz."

The guardmen look on in confusion at the exchange, not sure how to feel about the latest developments.

Before any more can be said, a low rumbling, like that of a quake can be felt.


"Oh no, some worms must have followed us somehow!" Cried Skizz as he looks around nervously.
The sand blows up in two places, revealing the armored heads of a pair of sand worms.
"Stay together. don't let them separate us!" Emerik cautioned.

The first worm slithers towards the group, it's jaws opening and closing with crushing force.
As it reaches the Slayer and one of the guards, Emerik manages to slam his shield into the head to the creature. With the worm momentarily stunned, the guard wastes no time slashing it's exposed throat, covering himself and the ground in a thick, dark ichor.

Skizz dances around the second worm, dodging and weaving as he stabs at the armored head of the second beast.

Penning it in, all four warriors stab and slash at the enraged worm. After what feels like an eternity of dodging and stabbing, the second worm finally falls into the sands, wracked by death throes.

"Might I have a word chief Skizz?" Emerik asks as the worm stills.
The guardsmen take the hint with some reluctancy, stepping away to leave the Slayer alone with the lizardman.

"I hope to convince the guards to go back with their dead and stay in Biru Kutha until I return. If you carry any more of those gems it might ease their discomfort with the idea." Emerik states, looking to the chief.
"I have only a few more, but you are welcome to them. I learned long ago that men value these highly, sometimes too much so.." Skizz fetches the last of the stones from another pouch and hands them to the Slayer.

"Thank you chief Skizz, I shall return shortly." With that, Emerik walked off to the waiting guardsmen. 

"I will go with the chief, to solve this problem for both your town and his people. I ask that you take these gems as reparation for the damages caused.."
He hand the guard the pair of bloodstone. "And that you let the town council know that I will return in some time. Until then, stay away from the pools and leave the lizardmen be and I shall see that they do the same." Seeing their eyes drawn to the gems, Emerik makes the guard repeat it back to him, before sending them on their way.

As they start the long walk back, one says to the other. "That Slayer is either mad or fearless, either way, I'm glad he didn't try to drag us along!"

Emerik returns to the waiting chief and relay the terms of their contract. With little choice but ruin and doom, Skizz readily agrees to keep his people away from town and leave as soon as they are able.

The agreement struck, Skizz and Emerik wander off into the desert, towards the faraway mountains..

What will happen on their journey? Why did the sand worms suddenly attack, and what are the ancient ruins hidden in the caverns of the lizardmen?

Til next time!