Brukk Gutthammer - Bloodbowl Ogre

"Remember son--Keep on pounding!"

-Karolingia Panthers Pregame Instructions to Brukk Gutthammer, Ogre star player.

The Norman Conundrum

Norman saw on English oak,

On English neck a Norman yoke;

Norman spoon in English dish,

And England ruled as Normans wish;

Blithe world in England never will be more,

Till England 's rid of all the four.

-Sir Walter Scott

Ha-kell Yday, Spawn of Chaos

"Many moons ago, there was a great warlord, Ha-kell Yday, who united the tribes. He was a strong and powerful fighter who vanquished all his foes. He also possessed a tongue of silver, winning many converts through his oratory. But he coveted more power. More power than any single god could give him. So Ha-kell hatched a plan. First, he sold his soul to the Taker of Skulls for battle prowess. Then, he again sold his soul to the Plague Bringer for the resilience to absorb an blow. After that, he sealed another pact for his soul to She Who Thirsts for the quickness of the snake. Ha-kell was greedy and again attempted to barter his soul to the Great Conspirator. But the Great Conspirator was not fooled and knew that Ha-kell was duplicitous. And he told his brothers of Ha-kell's ruse. Together, they cursed Ha-kell for his vanity and his lies. The Gods mutated his flesh, causing it stretch and rip as his body transformed into a monster. Bones sprung from his back and wings sprouted from his shoulders. And to mock his hunger for power, hungry maws sprouted from body. Maws that must feed constantly. Then the Gods banished Ha-kell to wander the nine realms for all of eternity."

-Campfire tale of the Tahmak Marauders

Oldhammer in the Jerz

Another Oldhammer Day in the books!  A big thanks to Nigel for arranging several days of oldhammer fun in New Jersey. What better place to play a post apocalyptic game like Rogue Trader than a post apocalyptic wasteland like New Jersey? Unfortunately, I didn't get to head up until Saturday morning and arriving around lunch time.

Oldhammer Music to get me in the mood.

Day of the Dead

"See boy, with the power over death, you do not need to force people to work for you against their will. When they're forced, they plot against you. But when they're mindless automata, they don't care!" cackled the old mad man. But his assistant took the point well, he was more comfortable around the dead anyway...