Kleinigkeiten von meinem Maltisch / Small things from my painting table

Letztens habe ich mich ja mit meinem übergroßen Thunderhawk Gunship schon in den Modellbau-Bereich gewagt prust, und nun, nachdem TWA am letzten Samstag, inspiriert durch das FireWarrior Intro, das geflügelte Wort vom “brennenden Taubaby Counter” geprägt hat, hat es mich gerissen, und

Turbulent Teens: Rausina 14 & 15 / Aufgeregte Teenager :-)

Due to TWA’s current schedule, only one Rausina date per weekend is scheduled at the moment. But last weekend, by chance, there were two dates again: On Friday HannY cancelled, and TWA and I played a round of BFG alone. And when

…and on we go with our History Lessons / und weiter mit den Geschichtsstunden

This is brand new, actually, although it belongs to- well, you better figure that out for yourselves. In the High Grass A whisper. “Azrael.” Melodious. Familiar. Urgent. “Azrael!” Her breath on his auricle, soft as down. A hand on his shoulder, gentle

Another History Lesson (or two) / Noch ein oder zwei Geschichtsstunden

Returning the four Marines to their chapter, the wounded Fitheak ends up stranded on Baal. When the infamous Inquisitor Bertolli gets too nosy around the Blood Angel’s Fortress Monastery, Commander Dante charges Brother-Sergeant Azrael to see that the Inquisitor will not stumble

Ramblings about epic Storytelling Campaigns / Gedanken zu epischem Storytelling in Kampagnen

The avid reader will by now see the story unfold, as more and more games are played, more and more posts are written, and more background information on the characters is being revealed. Sometime soon we intend to post a map of

Gefangen im Transit / Caught in Transit (Interludium Rausina 12/13)

Here we find ourselves in the Blood Angel’s Thunderhawk gunship, ferrying from the DROP OF BLOOD to the SWORDMAIDEN after narrowly escaping the bombardment by the Immortal’s guns: Azrael studied the Eldar’s face. A smear of blood graced her upper lip and she

One week of withdrawal? or: Rausina 12 and 13 / Eine Woche Entzug? oder: Rausina 12 und 13

Phew, what a weekend! Hardly any sleep, because we were never in bed before 0100 (rather always around 0400…). And why? Because we made HISTORY, at least in our Rausina campaign. It all started quite harmlessly with a space battle (we wanted

Fitheak’s tainted Witchblade / Die verseuchte Hexenklinge

Made of shimmering blue Wraithcrystal, the elegant and powerful sword was originally part of Fitheak Battleseer’s equipment provided for her by ‘her’ shrine, that of the Swooping Hawks. From the beginning, the young Battleseer’s Gift and the psychically reactive blade were a good

Rausina 12: Desperate Measures / Verzweifelte Maßnahmen

“Fitheak Autarch is aboard that little human vessel. Why would that be?” A cleanly defined eyebrow rises in surprise on a high eldar forehead. “I cannot offer any valid explanation without great potential error, but in addition it does seem as if that