Radiation Hazard

Radiation Hazard

Excerpt from the Life and Times of Jazanju Pavo, Bearer of the Peacock Feather Cloak

As told to Ernwright Carbru III in the year - and set down after him by Pirria Selestra Transcriber’s note: as ever I have tried to keep a sense of the style and rhythm of the original language; and also as ever, we must consider how much of the

Ironsworn: Starforged - Session 2 - Chasing the eavesdropper

Marcus tracks the path of the footsteps as they rattle over the ceiling panels. Laying a hand on his shoulder, Lux breathes near his ear. "Go. Go!" ❓Maybe there's a hole through to get up there from this floor?🎲[Ask the Oracle: No] Cursing, Marcus breaks back towards the entrance

Ironsworn: Starforged - Session 1 - Marcus arrives at Bulwark Village

Ironsworn: Starforged - Session 1 - Marcus arrives at Bulwark Village

Marcus arrives at the planet Hecate, having passed clearance codes to the terraformers at Summit Base on Boreas on his way through. A courtesy really - their scanners were unlikely to pick up the Hardrada. But best to honour the local customs given he's here to ask a favour. Bulwark

Liquidambar

The roots of a fallen tree sit in your abdomen Too young of a tree to have starved the soil Too grown of one to have left nothing behind Where the roots haven’t spread, it’s safe and calm But always adjacent Burning the whole of you when touched

Letters to Belgo, vol I

I've been playing in a D&D campaign set in the world of Greyhawk. In a way, it's a spin-off in classic TV tradition, originating in another Greyhawk campaign which just wrapped up after several years, culminating in our heroes slaying Demogorgon and ending the threat of the Savage Tide.

The Sun

You used the sun as a metaphor once To try to help her understand Her absence. Now you use it again to try yourself To understand Why no words are enough To describe the totality that she was And remains. A cliche and an embarrassment but no - Night never

Good Day

You thought it over. In the balance: responsibility, reliability, pressure, the unspoken. Offset: anger, despair, futility, release. You made your choice and turned right, instead of left. They'd be annoyed and maybe even worried, and they might struggle, so you set them aside. You'd gotten good at that – partitioning bits

Using Dettol to strip paint from metal and plastic minis

Having been on something of an ebay purchasing spree (more on that in later posts!) I found myself with a need to strip the paint off my second-hand bargains. Although I've never removed old paint jobs from minis before, I knew that other gamers and modellers had, so I hit

28mm Harlequin/Scotia Grendel 'Stygian' Orc and Black Tree Designs Armoured Orc

These are the first of six models purchased off Ebay. The armoured orc was sold as a Black Tree Designs figure, with three identical models supplied. I don't know how to confirm the provenance as they are no longer on the Black Tree site. The horn-blowing orc is part of

My first painted miniature in a decade - Essex Miniatures 28mm halfling

Despite a brief attempt at building a Chaos Marines army for 40k a couple of years ago, I have not painted a miniature for something like a decade. Following the purchase of some Reaper minis to represent the PCs in our D&D campaign, I became a tad obsessed with

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Observer Effect

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Give and Take

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Fog

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Wash

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Coming Home

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