Awakening to a shattered dominion

This is the post excerpt.


Welcome to the Realms of Madness blog. It will be a combination of painting/modelling progression, battle/campaign reports, and backstory and narrative surrounding my armies and those of anyone i play with frequently.

Some Nerd Origin Story

I have been collecting miniatures for a long time. I played the most in 5th edition 40k with my Mechanized Eldar list. My playing has died off more due to schedule than lack of interest. I am almost finished with an undergraduate degree in Mechanical Engineering, after which I hope to play a lot of bot Age of Sigmar and 40k.

A combination of David Witek’s Garagehammer Podcast and finding it increasingly difficult to have good balanced games with my Eldar I started down the path of the square baser, the neck beard, and the virgin. I STARTED PLAYING FANTASY!!!!!!

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Likely outdated jokes of unjustified 40k elitism aside, playing fantasy or as it is now know AoS is actually a homecoming for me. I started playing a khorne themed warriors of chaos army with these bad boys.retro

These are not actually my model but look almost identical to how I had painted them. At the time having felt I reached the apex of painting ability with my Michael’s AppleBarrel acrylics I sought a greater challenge.applebarrel

I though what greater a painting challenge could there be than switching from khornate chaos warrior to blue eldar. So with a hot new 3rd edition eldar codex I began the path of the warrior.

Here are some of the model I painted I know they are unfinished it is a craftsmenship issue I have worked very hard to improve. More photos can be found on Dakka under Eldar Craft or if you live in Utah or there’s a decent change I’ve played you back in the day.

Sadly my I have been painting for many more years than my result probably show but like the rest of us I keep working to improve. My new approach that has been much more useful is to block everything in then add details to each unit as time allows and gameplay motivates.

I still enjoy 40k a lot and will always be and elf fanboy in general, which eldar fall into. With the current state of the game I find my Eldar don’t lead to many fun games though obviously are great in tournaments.

To me AoS embodies all the positive changes we’ve seen in GW. The old world is sorely missed by I am excited to play in a new setting with a games designed for immersion and cooperation. I hope you’ve enjoyed the read and look forward to more exciting and game/hobby related content.

Coming Soon

The mortal realms writhe and mutate under the grasp of the Chaos God’s. Aspirants from every realm, bearing every imaginable intention grow in power. From which realm will you emerge? What deed will endear to history and legend alike. This is a time of war, change, and decay. Will you conquer or cleanse?

Summon your strength, produce your weapon of choice, a storm appraoches.


Pass of Hidden Hands

“I expect frontal assault is not the way of this realms denizens.” Balhoth offered in reply.”I know little of this realm commander but I fear we may miss the brutal honesty found in the frontal assault of a Khornate horde.”


Alarik stepped out of the realmgate onto the soil of Ulgu, his retinue close in step. Having so recently been among the purifying light of Sigmar’s kingdom, the sudden and complete blackness of Ulgu blinded him. His eyes desperately grasping for light as they struggled to adjust. After a few moments he could make out some blurry shapes within the small halo of ghostly violet light emitted by the realmgate.

The blasphemous realm immediately wore on his nerves. The shimmering white and gold armor of Alarik’s host had so often seemed to him a radiant manifestation of Sigmar’s fury. In the deep darkness of the shadows realm however the glittering armor and shimmer of storm infused magic of Alarik’s host seemed little more than a dim candle in a vast, uncaring night.

As  Lord Relictor Balhoth stepped from the realmgate Alarik’s eyes had  adjusted as much as could be expected in such a place, and he peered back to meet Balhoth’s gaze. Balhoth looked somehow more powerful in this domain. In a realm that so drained Alarik with its hidden and wretched nature, Balhoth seemed to emit an aura of hidden arcane potency  just out of tangible sight.

“How fitting for a dark and brooding land to welcome such a dark and brooding man, how dramatic.” Alarik scoffed to himself.

Despite Alarik’s distrust and subtle  mockery of the macabre nature of the Relictor, Alarik could not deny the power of his presence. Like most Lord Relictors, Balhoth was adorned from head to toe in dark Sigmarite armor, adorned with bones and sinister looking charms. Grandiosely segmented into gold trimmed plates  forming a formidable aegis around each limb of Balhoth’s towering figure. The suit of armor was crowned with a menacing skull masked helm the expression of which seemed to both embrace and mock the threat of death.

For a moment Balhoth’s pale, skull visaged helmet  appeared  to glow with an ethereal light which defied reason in so dark a place. In contrast to the ghostly countenance of his helmet The Lord Relictor’s black armor plates seemed darker and reason was betrayed as tendrils of black mist appeared to leap chaotically around Balhoth’s silhouette. A disturbing aura that licked hungrily at the darkness.

Disturbed by the dark and deathly aspect  Balthoth had been possed by frightened Alarik. A feeling he had all but forgotten since his reforging. Afraid he was about to witness the betrayal of the Lord Relictor at the hands of some terrible gift of power and madness granted by Ulgu.

Alarik squinted, focusing more intently on the Lord Relictor. Alarik hoped to will Balhoth into a less blasphemous form of existence. As equal measures of fear and anger grew in Alarik, his attempt to focus on Belhoth and center his thoughts seemed to work. To Alarik’s surprise and relief the shadow tendrils and ghostly glow of Balhoth’s mask began to disappear and Alarik immediately began to distrust his senses in this world.

“What a wretched place.” Alarik cursed aloud, still facing Balhoth. “I met no resistance coming through the gate Balhoth and it worries me.”

“I expect frontal assault is not the way of this realms denizens.” Balhoth offered in reply.”I know little of this realm Alarik but I fear we may miss the brutal honesty found in the frontal assault of a Khornate horde.”

Balhoth continued grim but resolute.”None have returned from this realm, it is unlikely our rescue mission will end in anything but death.”

Alarik frowned inside his helmet, glad the rigid facial features forged in the mask of the his helm hid his repulsion at the sad truth of Balhoth’s declaration. Why did he ever hope to find comfort in the words of the Lord Relictor? Balhoth was seldom wrong but even more seldom was the Lord Relictor comforting. Cold, tactical truth was his fluency. A fact which Alarik almost hated as much as he valued it.

“Pleasant thought Balhoth.” Alarik returned.” If I get frightened I will dream of the bloodied platues of Aqshy.”

Despite the forced levity in his words Alarik knew the chances of finding Halvir were slim but why had the God King created him if not to venture into such places and bring hope to those in opposition to the dark pantheon. He knew it was not a mission forged in the cold, calculating reason that so endeared his Lord Relictor to him, but a need to find his lost comrade that burned within Alarik. Some memory from a forgotten life, just out of reach that drove Alarik’s desperate foray into Ulgu.

Ulgu hid it’s secrets as if sentient and maniacal, adding the fate of any who dared tread its paths to its many secrets. As Balhoth had so poignantly stated, those that had entered Ulgu had never returned from its insidious clutches, but his brother in war would not be left alone in this cursed place to die or worse.


The Stormcasts had arrived. Just as Lord Grufflz told Rulk they would. “He is so smart smart he is.” Rulk thought to himself.

The skaven  commander known as Grufflz had seen one of the stormcasts dragged off into the darkness by a dark figure the skaven forces only knew as the broody one. Grufflz did not know much about the broody one but he had been seen sporadically in the region lately. Up to no good Grufflz was sure of, which made Grufflz respect the broody one. it takes brains to scheme and made things so much more interesting.

Rulk drooled and snorted in excitement , whispering to himself. “Storm bullies so dumb dumb getting caught by broody one. Lord Grufflz will skewer them. So glorious.”

Rulk could see the Stormcasts adjusting to the darkness. They seemed so slow to move and adapt to him. He wondered how they ever had success fighting when they moved so slow.

Remembering his duties Rulk let out a low hiss to signal to his troops nearby it was time to draw the Stormcasts into the darkness. To prepare for Sigmar’s intrusion on Lord Grufflz bounty. The broody one after all was know to attract warpstone some how. Expecting the Stormcast to arrive in search for their kidnapped companion Lord Grufflz had cunning had his force hedge up the foliage in some areas. The terrain was chocked with this wooden vines. With some manipulation by Rulks men the only clearing in the vines would decide the path of the Stormcasts without them knowing it.

“It needs to look natural, and smooth smooth. We need to give them a path without them knowing we doing it.” Grufflz had explained. The next part of the plan was Rulk’s favorite. He grew giddy as he remember Grufflz commands.

“Remembers cunning ones, stay low low and hidden. Push their feet so softly. Bring them to us. If they wander nudge them here and nudge them there. The are large and blunt, they will not notice you.”

Such an exciting command to sneakily force the path of the Stormbrutes. Nudge them ever so slightly off course without them noticing. Rulk reveled ” So much fun can be had in the dark. So much tricky tricks.”

Rulk wondered to himself why Lord Grufflz had passed on participating in such an exciting sneaky challenge.”Other things he need be doing. So smart, so important.”

Rulk of course did not realize he had been sent on what could likely turn out to be a suicide mission. If Alaraki did notice the skaven skulking in the darkness he would end them as he sought to end all followers of the chaos pantheon.

To Be Continued…..

(I will update a narrative version of the battle report when I get a chance)

Rough Character Sheets

Here is the rough draft, general character sheet that will be used to generate our lowly heroes as we start to play.


The Stormcast Hero


1 500 Experience=(.25* Enemy Army Value if victorious) + Points Slain
2 1000 Add a Stat Point If you win pick the model that slew the most points and pick off the gifts table.
3 1500
4 2000 Add a stat Point
5 2500 Artifact Quest(Victor adds a weapon ability)
6 3000
7 3500 Add a stat Point
8 4000
9 4500 Add a Stat Point
10 5000 Gain Your Basic Racial Mount, Or Mutation, Add an ability or Spell
11 5500 Add a Stat Point
12 6000
13 6500 Add a Stat Point
14 7000
15 7500 Upgrade to a Second Tier Racial Mount, Add an Ability, spell or change command ability
16 8000
17 8500 Add a Stat Point
18 9000
19 9500 Add a Stat Point
20 10000 Upgrade to  Legendary Racial Mount or turn into a Monster

Lightning and Shadows

Coming Soon (12/3/2016)

Little is known of the shadow realm. Dark secrets and prowling foes stalk every league of the foreboding land. Rumors have escaped the gravity of the realms secrecy which hint at a mysterious power radiating from deep within Ulgu.

The strange power has drawn the gaze of the ancient and cunning alike. It’s essence an echo of a lost world. Its radiance reaching out through the void to a hungering force of Skaven, ever clawing their way through reality to reach the shadow realm and obtain it’s power.

A chamber of Stormcast Eternals has also been drawn to the area in search of a comrade who has gone missing. Knowing he is either dead or captured  Sigmar waits expectantly for his soul to return for reforging. Celestant Alarik will not see his brother forgotten and hopes to follow these rumors of power to his warriors location. Alarik has seen the twisted individuals the realm can create. Having no way of knowing the intent of a possible captor he will not abandon his faithful warrior to such an ominous fate.