New project alert!!!!

Having almost completed my self inflicted task of the last 5 months (see here for full stupid details!) i decided it was time to do something that actually required getting some minis, you know...... on the table!! (what with this being a gaming blog n' all!!). So having waited for an idea to whopp me around the head i am finally ready to embark on a narrative campaign!! (yay!). As i'm playing solo i will use the games played to further the narrative but have some plot points i fancy including. I will almost be writing a story rather than producing scenarios based on previous results. So without further ado i present part 1 of part 1 (part 2 of part 1 to follow!) of.............

(ooohhh, someones had a play with paint!!!)

EPISODE 1: HORROR AT HIGH TIDE!

  Sgt Hoff shifted in his saddle, his warhorse Trevor padded at the wet sand. Both could feel the tension in the air. The Wind whipped at his sir coat, ruffling it against his breastplate. Sand peppered the old warriors beard and mighty eyebrows and forced him to raise his calloused hand to shield his eyes. To either side his men stretched along the beach forming a wall of bow and spear...waiting for whatever dangers the tide would bring. Hoff glared into the darkness. He had ordered his men to put out their torches so the enemy could not see his men until they had landed, the moonlight being all but obscured by the heavy clouds that refused to clear. For now the sea was quiet but he knew it was only a matter of time......

  'Copper for 'em sir' came a familiar voice from beside him as a young man trotted up along side Hoff, breaking his train of thought. 'Ah Ginger' exclaimed Set Hoff, turning to regard the baby faced youth beside him, 'i trust the men are ready for the battle?'. 'Yes Sir' replied the lad smartly 'All braced and rearing to go'. 'Good to hear it Ginger, and you, are you ready?, these Northmen are a feisty lot when their bloods up'. 'Al' second that' Came a gruff voice from the other side of Hoff, both Hoff and Ginger turned in their saddles to see the giant form of Bear Maloy ride over to them. 'We used te pick ah teeth wi' scrawny streeks o' nothin like you laddie'.  'Bear, glad to have you along for this one i can tell you' offered Hoff in greeting, The large bearded form of Bear nodded his approval.

'I do have to say sir' Interrupted Ginger 'that i still think it would be better to ambush them as they come up the beach, hide in the brush and use the element of surprise and all'. 'No Ginger, the townsfolk are paying us to send a message not skulk around, need i remind you you are a member of the famous Fighting Cocks, not a common bushwacker!' Replied Sgt Hoff with a tone of finality in his voice. 'Ah know these Bastards betta than any a' ya' snorted bear, 'Trust me when i says these wankers need to be met heed on, theys only respect muscle, you go jumpin 'em they'll be back wi' there mates, tey'll no respect that. Youz gotta meet them face on and prove youz tougher then they are!'.  'In this instance as any i thank you for your counsel mr Maloy, besides it takes one to know one and all that' offered Hoff in reply, twisting his mustache as he spoke, 'we'd better be ready so lets all be clear, we let them ditch the boats and come up the beach, they wont see us until they are close, then we light the torches and tell them to do one and leave the town alone'. 'Jeez, thats nowt but pissin in the wind if youz askin' spat Bear. 'I know, i know' continued Hoff 'but the townsfolk are paying for protection so we need to make it clear what we are here for, besides we insisted on payment up front so we need to put on a show. no ones to engage until i give the signal. Now, to your places one and all and lets make a fight of it!'. Bear lowered his Visor with a curt grunt and unfurled the company banner, A grey bantam on a  crisp white field, he turned and galloped off to the spear block raising a cheer from them, banner held high as he went. 'Good luck Sarge' chimed Ginger as he drew his sword and turned to trot away. 'And to you young man' replied Hoff as he went, and to himself he added 'your farther already wants my blood, try not to give him another excuse....' Hoff turned towards the dark shore trying to get that fateful night at Ballant Keep from his mind.....then he saw them, dark shapes snaking quietly through the water, their thin hulls braking the surf with little effort. Boats, at least 4 of them, a chill went down his spine as he lowered his helm over his head and made ready for the carnage to come........ 

So thats it so far, i hope to get it played soon but i have just started another training course at work that will take the lions share of my attention for awhile but fear not, i will get to it as soon as i can!!!. As far as rules go im planning on using Iron Winds Chaos Wars reboot for the campaign but it will depend on how things go and which directions i choose to go in.

....Anyway, im excited to be getting a bit more focus on gaming (he says having yet to actually start the gaming yet!!). 'Till next time......