Prologue
From the maelstrom of a sundered world, a new game emerged. Formless, or so it seemed, according to the wails of the damned, as if incomplete. Nevertheless, it exploded into life, gradually coalescing as new ideas and thoughts appeared in the firmament.
For years beyond reckoning (like, 5ish, now, maybe, since AoS was released?), the realms echoed to the cries of war, the clatter of dice upon board, the snap of tape measures, the grunts of frustration, and other more repugnant noises. Armies were raised, resplendent in their heraldry, wreathed in light and majesty as they carved out their reign (well - not that I had much success in reign carving....). Great empires rose and, for a while, tournaments were supported.
But cruelty is tenacious. As had been foreseen, games night went unattended, the great piles of sprues piled high, scenarios were unplayed, painted models went un-tweeted about, and the realms echoed no more to the sounds of dice and measure (repugnant or otherwise) as reality intervened, and people had other things to do (or were too lazy to do stuff...you decide).
The blogger turned his back on the mortal realms, and got distracted painting other things, and playing other games (very rarely). And then, in the isolation enforced by a worldwide pandemic, he saw an opportunity. The time afforded by not being allowed to commute to work (and instead walking about 10 feet to the next room and sitting down at a desk in the gaming room, of all places...maybe not the best place to actually get on with real work?), as well as the lack of social commitments, might be used in a vaguely productive fashion to try some of those narrative scenarios from a while ago, when the realms first formed, and some models that had been started in the lost aeons (like, 2015/2016?) might be finished (fat chance that I'll do them all - there's far older stuff than that to do as well...).
Consulting a higher power ("Erm, like, you know what we could do while we're stuck indoors - do you remember these scenario books GW did when they released AoS?"), and receiving a divine affirmation (something encouraging along the lines of "ooh, that sounds like fun!"), he turned back to the gaming room, re-organised the shelves to find the Tomes of Enlightenment (those 5 narrative scenario books GW did for the initial release and the Realmgate Wars campaign), scrabbled around in the spare room until the Stormcast Eternals were found (the previous ones that had been painted having been raffled off at a tournament, leaving a grand total of about 5 painted models, and many unpainted or on sprue), and vaguely considered how mad it would be to try to finish painting a number of things before playing (not going to happen...but we will try to get things mostly painted...). Finally, in a distraction from reading and commenting upon a report for work, the idea to try to blog this, and actually to continue past a few posts, rather than just giving up, was made (lets see if that works, hmm?).
The Age of Sigmar had begun...again.
I should get back to that report now...oh well.
For years beyond reckoning (like, 5ish, now, maybe, since AoS was released?), the realms echoed to the cries of war, the clatter of dice upon board, the snap of tape measures, the grunts of frustration, and other more repugnant noises. Armies were raised, resplendent in their heraldry, wreathed in light and majesty as they carved out their reign (well - not that I had much success in reign carving....). Great empires rose and, for a while, tournaments were supported.
But cruelty is tenacious. As had been foreseen, games night went unattended, the great piles of sprues piled high, scenarios were unplayed, painted models went un-tweeted about, and the realms echoed no more to the sounds of dice and measure (repugnant or otherwise) as reality intervened, and people had other things to do (or were too lazy to do stuff...you decide).
The blogger turned his back on the mortal realms, and got distracted painting other things, and playing other games (very rarely). And then, in the isolation enforced by a worldwide pandemic, he saw an opportunity. The time afforded by not being allowed to commute to work (and instead walking about 10 feet to the next room and sitting down at a desk in the gaming room, of all places...maybe not the best place to actually get on with real work?), as well as the lack of social commitments, might be used in a vaguely productive fashion to try some of those narrative scenarios from a while ago, when the realms first formed, and some models that had been started in the lost aeons (like, 2015/2016?) might be finished (fat chance that I'll do them all - there's far older stuff than that to do as well...).
Consulting a higher power ("Erm, like, you know what we could do while we're stuck indoors - do you remember these scenario books GW did when they released AoS?"), and receiving a divine affirmation (something encouraging along the lines of "ooh, that sounds like fun!"), he turned back to the gaming room, re-organised the shelves to find the Tomes of Enlightenment (those 5 narrative scenario books GW did for the initial release and the Realmgate Wars campaign), scrabbled around in the spare room until the Stormcast Eternals were found (the previous ones that had been painted having been raffled off at a tournament, leaving a grand total of about 5 painted models, and many unpainted or on sprue), and vaguely considered how mad it would be to try to finish painting a number of things before playing (not going to happen...but we will try to get things mostly painted...). Finally, in a distraction from reading and commenting upon a report for work, the idea to try to blog this, and actually to continue past a few posts, rather than just giving up, was made (lets see if that works, hmm?).
The Age of Sigmar had begun...again.
I should get back to that report now...oh well.
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