The Die is Cast!
Thoughts, Musings and the occasional Rant about Wargaming...
Friday, 2 January 2026
400th post, and 2026 (hopeful) plans.
Wednesday, 31 December 2025
Engineer Squad, Black Platoon, H Company, 352nd Death Korps of Krieg.
They halted at the suspected minefield where the street dipped into a cratered intersection. One Engineer knelt, probing with a bayonet while another fed data into the drone’s control unit, his gloved hands steady despite the tremor of nearby impacts. The drone rolled forward obediently, a telltale click echoed, then anothe. Pressure mines, linked and cunningly buried, waiting for the careless or the brave.
Friday, 21 November 2025
Deathwatch additions.
“Onyx Blade at the Breach”
The brood-lair pulsed like a canker on the outskirts of Vethros Hive, a swollen mass of chitin and glistening bio-matter that had swallowed entire hab-blocks. Even before Strike Force Onyx Blade reached the perimeter, Lieutenant Albo felt the psychic pressure of the swarm gnaw at the edges of thought.
He raised his power sword, its auric blade crackling with restrained fury.
“Brothers,” he said over the squad vox, “we carve out this rot and we save whoever yet survives. For the Watch. For the Emperor.”
The kill-team advanced.
Apothecary Gerhardt – The Living Must Be Preserved
Gerhardt knelt beside a wounded Guardsman as the first spore clouds drifted overhead, stinging like acid rain. His narthecium hissed as it sealed a gaping chest wound.
“You are not dying today, soldier,” Gerhardt murmured, bolter snapping up to blast a skulking Hormagaunt as it leapt. He hauled the man to his feet and shoved him toward the extraction corridor marked by Leto’s covering fire.
“Go. Stay alive.”
Behind him, the brood-lair gaped wide like a jaw waiting to close.
Sergeant Marius – The First Breach
Marius advanced with disciplined precision, bolt rifle braced against his vambrace. The first blast from his underslung grenade launcher tore an opening through the resin wall of the brood-lair, spraying steaming fragments across the rubble.
“Breach made. Ancatus, you’re on entry.”
He fired again, cutting down two Termagants trying to slither through the collapsing gap.
“Albo, I recommend rapid penetration before the nest reacts.”
The hive was waking.
Infiltrator Ancatus – Shadows Before Claws
Ancatus ghosted ahead, a wraith in Mark X Phobos armour. Smoke grenades burst around him, hiding the route from the synapse beasts overhead.
Inside the lair, heat and wet humidity pressed like a furnace.
He raised two fingers—silent signal. Movement.
A trio of Genestealers crawled across the ceiling, their talons slick with human blood. Ancatus exhaled, bolt-carbine rounds punching upward in a tight staccato until the xenos dropped like butchered spiders.
“All clear—momentarily,” he whispered.
Nothing was ever truly clear around Tyranids.
Eliminator Romarich – One Shot at a Time
From the ruins of a shattered manufactorum roof, Romarich had perfect oversight of the kill-team’s advance. His las-fusil whined as he dialed the charge.
A hulking Warrior-strain crested the brood-mound, boneswords raised to direct lesser beasts. Romarich squeezed the trigger.
The beam lanced through the creature’s skull, detonating its cranial sack in a bloom of white steam.
“Synapse node removed,” he reported calmly.
Below, Albo’s team surged into the gap the shot had opened.
Heavy Intercessor Leto – The Wall of Fire
Leto strode forward like a living bastion, heavy bolter roaring. The ammunition belt chattered as he swept the kill-zone clear, explosive shells cracking open carapace and flesh alike.
Guardsmen and civilians huddled behind his towering silhouette as he escorted them back through the war-torn streets.
“Stay tight. Keep moving,” he rumbled, even as he stitched a torrent of bolts into an onrushing pack of gaunts.
Once the last survivor was clear, he voxed:
“Extraction complete. Returning to the assault path.”
Assault Intercessor Riciardo – Blood and Motion
Riciardo ignited his jump pack, soaring over the writhing bio-tendrils that guarded the brood-lair’s deepest tunnels. He landed amidst a pair of Genestealers, chainsword revving. The first died in a spray of gore; the second slashed, but Riciardo rolled with the strike and fired point-blank with his bolt pistol, blowing the creature’s head apart.
“Entrance secured for demolition charges!” he shouted. “Someone get me a det-pack before more friends arrive!”
Behind him, the tunnel breathed—alive with alien hunger.
Venerable Brother Garin – The Emperor’s Oldest Wrath
Terminator armour scraped against swollen organic walls as Brother Garin waded into the heart of the brood-lair. His storm shield bore gouges from a dozen new blows, and his power sword glowed red with chitin-burn.
A monstrous Broodlord erupted from the darkness, screeching.
Garin answered with a crack of his storm shield that flattened two of its fangs. The Broodlord slashed again, its talons sparks against ceramite.
“You face a son of the Emperor” Garin thundered, impaling the beast through the thorax and lifting it bodily from the floor. “And I do. Not. Fall.”
With a twist, the xenos died.
Albo – Closing the Wound
With the Broodlord slain and Romarich eliminating escaping synapse creatures, Albo rallied his brothers at the tunnel nexus.
“Marius, charges to each burrow.”
“Riciardo, hold the choke point.”
“Gerhardt, last sweep for survivors.”
The squad moved with perfect, lethal synchronicity.
When the charges detonated, the brood-lair shuddered and collapsed inward, its flesh-walls imploding in a thunderous cascade of gore and ash. The tunnels sealed. The threat—contained.
Albo raised his sword toward the burning sky.
“Strike Force Onyx Blade. Mission success. The city is secure.”
His warriors gathered amid the settling dust, battered but unbroken.
Another world saved.
Another hive cleansed.
And the Deathwatch walked on.
Then something exciting came along in a way I would have never guessed.
"Space Marine Operations", a tabletop game mode for 40k which based its gameplay off of the multiplayer co-op missions from the computer game.
You can play it as Players Vs Environment with a small group of player taking control of one or two marines each, or completely solo with you controlling the entire strike team against the chart driven AI controlled enemies.
FANTASIC!
A short root through the bits box and I threw these three models together.
Assault Intercessor Riciardo of the Flame Phoenixes chapter.
Venerable Brother Garin, of the Broken Swords chapter.
Brother Leto of the Ultima Consuls chapter.
Not the best photo, but showing again how I freehand the different chapter symbols upon the shoulder pads.
Riciardo, on the left has a yellow and red phoenix flying from flames as his symbol, and a red on yellow cross device on his tilting shield.
Leto with the Heavy Bolter (taken from a very old Blood Angels kit) has a blue Eagle head on white background and green trim, I also took the backpack from the old Firstborn Marines Devastator squad, cut off the target and angled it to match where he is looking, as it it is tracking his movements and recording everything to be analysed later.
Venerable Brother Garin began life as the free "Model of the Month" from a while ago when GW were giving away a free Deathwing Terminator. I really liked the idea of a Power Sword and the big Stormshield, so I converted the sword with one from the Bladeguard kit (I think) and added a Horus Heresy Vexilla to his back to give him some more presence (not that he needs it).
Just like Riciardo and Leto, Garin follows my Deathwatch black armour colour scheme, the differences begin to come in with the detailing.
And Strike Force Onyx Blade gathered in all their martial glory below.
That gave me time to go back and reread everything, retype it up a little so it flowed better on the page, and to design my own scenario to slot into a three scenario mini-campaign which we could play through in less then a couple of hours (hopefully).
I have a few other things to add to the Deathwatch, one of the biggest things will be filling out Riciardo, Leto and Garin's squads, maybe add a few other characters, like a Techmarine, and I would love to get a pair of Dreadnaughts for the strike force (Who dosen't love a Dreadnaught?), perhaps a couple of vehicles wouldn't go amiss either (I do quite like the Corvus Blackstar!).
Until next time, have nice day...
Tuesday, 18 November 2025
The Feudal Japanese Project - part 6. Sohei Command.
Well, not to repeat things from previous posts recently, but life has kind of gotten in the way recently and I've had to work projects in amongst everything else.
As this group of models were 75% finished, I decided to buckle down and finish them off for another "easy win" to keep momentum and enthusiasm high.
Originally, I was going to use the Samurai for a big Hail Caesar project, and I might still do that, but I've also been working on a campaign for Lion Rampant using these models and my own custom ruleset for larger skirmish games of about 50-70 models per side, so I decided to keep them on individual round bases to be useful for different gaming systems.

So I decided that when this model, the Sohei Daimyo, was on special offer and reduced in price I was going to get it just to paint. One thing led to another and we ended up here, with about project on the go...
Anyway, I decided to keep the colour palette very constrained on this leader mode, representing his better equipment which he could pay more for and not have to mix and match like everyone else.
So Yellow and Reds are Warlike colours and fitted with the look I was wanting to achieve, I also took pains to try to get some of the silk patterning from real period armour onto the model, so the stripes of red and yellow, which contrast really nicely with the white headwrap and black Jinbaori (overcoat).
I love the confident stalking forward pose with the sword held low.
The Sohei himself was painted as the previous models, but the banner is where I could really try something. Some of the banner of the period are really, REALLY elaborate and intricate with lines of writing declaring a haiku or verses from Buddhist religious texts or the Art of War (the Samurai were obsessed with Sun Tzu's writing).
I decided I wanted to try free-handing the banner and hopped onto google translate.
The text I translated into Japanese Kanji reads "Heaven on Earth" which is the last line of a historical death poem*.
My shadow drifts from the world,
silent as snowfall.
One breath, one last remembrance—
Heaven on Earth
Oda Nobunaga broke their power and burned nearly every temple he came across during his march on Kyoto because he was tired of their interreference in his efforts to unit Japan under his banner!
I decided then to brush off the Sohei I had finished previously and take a full battalion/warband photo.
They're looking good so far, and I want to pick up the Kyoushuneko Sohei archers and cavalry at some point to add to the force. One of the cavalry models I will only print one copy of and I will modify him to be a mounted Daimyo, maybe even Uesugi Kenshin himself, unless I can find a good STL which represents him and keeps the look of the Kyoushuneko models themselves.
A note about Mount Hiei:
Mount Hiei is located North East of Kyoto and has been the feature of many folk tales over the ages. It was thought to be home of the Demons of Shinto lore, although it is predominantly known for the Buddhist monks, Sohei, who originate from the temples of Enryaku-Ji.
First created in 788, the temple rapidly gained prestige and power by protecting the ancient Japanese Capital of Kyoto as it was thought in ancient geomancy that certain negative spirits originated from the North East direction. Thus the temple was thought to be a protective bulwark for the capital which led to its rise within the political power structures of the Imperial Court during the Heian period, 8th-12th centuries.
The temple at Enryaku-Ji was said to have an image of the Bhaisajyaguru (Medicine Buddha) enshrined within it, to which the monks would meditate before.
The founder of the complex, Saicho, also lit a lamp of oil before the Buddha and prayed that the lamp would never be extinguished. Now known as the Fumetsu no Hoto (Inextingsuishable Dharma Lamp), it has remained in the temple and remained lit for more then 1200 years.
*Death Poem's or "Jisei" (or more popularly known in the west as Haiku's) are short, spare poems written either by one before their death, or by someone else afterwards honouring someone who deserved it. They follow a particular rhythm and number of syllables in each line creating a unique cadance when read aloud.
Saturday, 15 November 2025
Trench Warfare - part 6.
Not to mention the fact that a Neoprene mat runs to maybe £30-£40, almost ten times as much as I paid for the fleece!
So, just like the rest of the terrain in this project, it's an "old school" scratchbuilt flavour, which I prefer as it ensures that none of my terrain looks like anybody else's. Sure the 3D printed parts may look like another project, but it is how we use the parts given to us which differ, and that most of the trenches and craters are all scratchbuilt mean they won't be repeated down the line.
I decided, as I had the lid up on the table for photograph's, to take some of the mat with trenches and miniatures in use.
So here are some of my Deathwatch Astartes fighting it out with my Tyranids:
Before spraying the fleece:
After spraying the fleece, doesn't it make such a difference to the look:
Better times.
Next for this project, when I get some free time to invest, I think will definitely be a set of minefields and more craters, before I start on the opposite side trenchworks.
I also have another terrain project in mind, which would work well for this trenchworks table, and a desert themed table, nut that's currently coming off the 3D printer.
Until next time, have nice day...
Sunday, 2 November 2025
Dreadtober 2025, Fire in the Void - part 4.
The Hall of Flames
The munitions corridor was a death trap. Ammunition racks stretched for fifty meters, volatile promethium tanks lining the walls. Kael’en hesitated for a fraction of a second—but Bray’Arth did not.
He ignited both flamers, the streams merging into an inferno that devoured the length of the hall. The Astral Claws screamed as fire rolled over them, detonating shells and fuel in a chain of explosive purgation. The shockwave washed over Bray’Arth’s armor, bathing him in a glow of righteous fury.
When the smoke cleared, the corridor was gone—transformed into a twisted, glowing passage of melted steel. The few survivors stumbled through the haze, their armor sloughing from their bodies. Bray’Arth strode among them, claws striking down the fallen like an executioner in a temple of flame.
Kael’en’s voice came softly over the vox, reverent, almost prayerful.
“Ashes to ashes. Fire to fire.”
Bray’Arth’s response was a low, mechanical growl.
“Thus the forge is purified.”
He moved onward, unyielding, as the fires of his wrath continued to burn behind him.















































