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Last weekend, Bartek, Samir, Alex and I went north to the Nordisch Masters in Bremen, where we wanted to find out who would become the new King in the North! Its May, so Winter isn’t coming for a good long while – and thats enough with the GoT references.

Nordisch Masters is a 64 player Masters event that is always fully booked. It usually attracts the elite of Germans Warmachine scene to Bremen to fight until only one was left. No matter our goals at the tournament, it would be a tough ride – just because there were so many good players attending.

Since I had quite a bit of success with the list, I brought Haley 2 in Heavy Metal to the tournament. It gave me my first ever tournament victory a while back and suits my playstyle really well.

(Haley 2) Major Victoria Haley [+25] [Theme] Hea...

As I already announced last week, for the forseeable future my Trolls will go on the shelf and I will switch over to Cygnar.

But not before I took the Trolls out for a last spin. Last weekend was the EU Masters tournament in Rotterdam, where most of the WTC players of Belgium, the Netherlands, Sweden and of course Germany, plus quite a few other players met to see who’s the best player. It was a 7 round event over 2 days.

We travelled there on friday evening so that we could be ready for the games come saturday morning. We played in a bridge club of all places. Tables were set on two floors and 85ish players met to play Warmachine.

I brought the lists I had played almost exclusively the past few months, with only minor tweaks along the way.

Hoarluk Doomshaper (*7pts)
* Troll Axer (6pts)
* ...

It’s about time, I restart blogging here.

Over 18 months ago, I got back into the game, as you can see in the previous posts. I picked Trolls as my faction for a variety of reasons (not necessarily in that order).

– The models look awesome
– I was able to aquire a significant amount of models from two friends
– The whole thing came fully painted
– I liked the “in your face” playstyle of the Trolls

The whole time I argued, I’d never switch factions or buy a second faction. I didn’t want to develop faction ADD and I loathed the idea of having to buy a complete second faction AND paint it up as well.

On the other hand I said, if I were to ever play another faction, it probably would be Circle...

I don’t know exactly why posted the image, but I am glad they did. Borka will get an epic version in the next book and it will look like this:

Do I need to say anything more? This might be the first Hordes Model I absolutely have to get on release date. And its only fitting that I currently going back to pBorka and building a Family Reunion list.

A little over a year ago, Alex, Bartek and I got invited back into the hobby. We basically got roped into participating in the biggest tournament in Germany – the Heavy Metal Dayz. We had about 3 months before the tournament to re-familiarize ourselves with game and aquire the necessary miniatures to participate.

As you know, I choose trollbloods as my faction this time around. Both for me and Alex it had been about 5 years since we last played and we had never played a single game in MK II.

Ever since I started, I lost more games than I won. Way more games. Last summer I discovered IronGrudge, an Android app that lets you record your game scores. Since then I have recorded 54 games.

I won 12 of them. Roughly 22%. Not a very good margin...

Ironhide grew desperate. The Menites were closing in. To his right the Avatar of Menoth was lingering and terrorizing his troops. Up front one of his full blood trolls had just succumbed to a Dervish slicing him up. His champions had died one by one. Nearly all of his Kriel Warriors were already gone. It wouldn’t be long before his troops were overrun and defeated.

It was time for one last play. He send a few of the scribes towards the Avatar, to prevent the hulking machine from crushing his right flank completely. Then he spotted something through the bushes and hedges. Moving closer he saw Amon, the Menite warcaster, just standing there, his chain ball at the ready.

Madrak saw his lone chance to turn the table in this battle. He inched forward and gathered all his strength. He picked up Rathrok, heaved it over his head and threw it at Amon. The look on the enemy warcasters face was one of total suprise as suddenly a huge axe struck him dead center in the chest.

Madrak just sunk to the ground, happy to have survived this ordeal. He rallied what was left of his troops and secured the area. The Menites were retreating in complete shock after the loss of their leader.

The a...

Krul looked back through the underbrush towards Captain Gunnbjörn. The troll warlock started an invocation while walking over to him, Krul could see the faint glow of the runes. Then he felt a surge of energy go through him. Both his scope and his rifle started glowing for a moment before fading back to that rusted brown.

Krul nodded and turned to his men. Putting his scope to his eye he surveyed the enemy lines. Inexplicably the enemy warcaster had exposed himself some in the middle of the enemy formation. Not something Krul would have expected from the old man.

The Bushwhacker leader gave his men a sign and as a unit they moved forward. Coming into view of the enemy he could see them starting to realize their mistake. But before the Menites could do anything, he ordered his men to aim and fire on Severius.

Adding all their strength to his own shot, Krul carefully aimed at the warcaster and the unit let loose one giant volley.

When the smoke cleared he couldn’t see Severius anymore. What he saw was his subordinates frantically running towards their leader, their warjacks powering down and most of the troops turning away and leaving the battle field.

“I think we are done here” Krul said to his men. They turned around and walked back to their kin.

This coming sunda...

The battle was still raging on around them, but Skaldi Bonehammer wasn’t in fighting mood right now. He had just finished off that hellish machine, the Death Jack. His buddy Grom was sitting beside him, breathing heavily. The rest of their unit was still fighting, but Skaldi had opened the keg of beer he carried and was sharing it with Grom.

Then, out of the corner of his eye he caught a movement. Just glimpses of a dark hooded figure moving through the woods and behind the column. Without thinking Skaldi dropped the keg, and with a loud roar stepped over Grom and the still smoldering remains of the helljack in front of him.

The Cryxian warwitch was actually surprised to see him and recoiled in horror. He couldn’t blame her. He sure made an awesome sight. Beer dripping off his face, fury in his eyes and his mighty hammer raised above his head.

That hammer was the last thing that wretched Cryxian bitch saw before he send her soul – if she even had such a thing – back to her lord and master.

Skaldi Bone...

Ok – lets get this thing started again and lets delve into other topics as well.

Wargaming. Specifically Warmachine/Hordes. I played it for a few years after discovering it 10 years ago. After a hiatus and a major overhaul of the game, me and a couple of friends got back into it at the beginning of the year.

Now we are smack dab in the middle of the tournament scene and are constantly training and building lists and throwing dice. For a club war between our club (Headblast in Oberhausen) and another one in Dortmund (PADF) we are currently holding try-outs. Last night was one such game.

I am ...