I love the use of sprues. I'm going to make all the ladders for Necromunda using this.

Cool, we should start gaming in September, so you'll probably see some updates then.

Link here: https://www.warhammer-community.com/2018/08/09/9th-aug-lore-dragons-and-drakes-of-the-mortal-realmsgw-homepage-post-1/ Anyone else going to buy a Malekith? I want to for painting purposes and possibly playing WFB if I can get someone to dust off models, but man, he hasn't aged too well.

I'm going to be in a narrative AoS campaign soon and should have some DoK coming my way in the coming weeks to paint and post about, which I'm looking forward to. AoS doesn't have as much chatter as WFB did in the past for a few reasons. Namely that there are just fewer units in AoS to throw around,...

Thanks, the videos is a good start. And good knowing that Morathi is only worth in a Daughters of Khaine.

I don't think I've played since like 6th or 7th of WFB. I'll miss the old game, though I can understand that change is change. Sorry for all the nooby questions in this thread. Where's a good place to start for someone that hasn't played AoS but has an old standing army? Is there anything I should a...

It didn't take Drak'Ne long before knowing what he wanted to do. He wanted to get out of here and now, if not just for a few hours. Smiling at Hadrim a little, Drak'Ne made his decision.

"Set me up with this hunting group."

Rather surprised at Hadrim's new friendly demeanor, Drak'Ne paused for a second before replying somewhat drowsily, still attempting to wake up. "Just trying to figure out what's going on and how to get around." He rubbed his arm, still somewhat sore from the fresh tattoo, "I'm surpris...

His eyes opened as his body refused to move. It seems that he over excreted himself yesterday. Drak'Ne rolled out of his bed and planted his feet on the floor while his body was still resting on the bed. Pulling himself up, Drak'Ne felt the stiffness throughout his body before stretching out a littl...

Drak'Ne drowsily followed Hadrim to the feast, though he didn't know how long he could actually partake in it. He figured he should use the first excuse he can get to find some quarters of his own and fall asleep, though he was still not sure if that were to be a good option here.

He didn't so much sit as lifelessly drop onto the chair, his upper body slouched against it as he head rolled back. He let out a gust of air, today was exhausting and he was about to be branded a traitor in the most literal sense. At least it seemed like he wasn't going to be killed terribly soon. T...

Having signed the death warrent of the only person he had met since getting here that he might have considered an ally, Drak'Ne followed Hardim.

OOC: I'll try to keep to a five day posting date now.

He admired the Witch Elf very much, he could see that she was just trying to make this seem more real. Removing the tools of torture from her flesh he loosened her restraints. Seeing the tear dry, he felt that he could trust her, under his breath, he almost whispered. "I did what I had to, they...

He hid a sigh as he looked into her eyes, she had the will of a true Khainite, Drak'Ne would hope that she was more of a weasel. He didn't want to bring this type of pain onto a comrade. Turning his back to her, he picked two new tools, what seemed to be a bone saw, and some curved blade that seemed...

He did his best to look like he wasn't holding back, though he wasn't sure if it was good or a bad that she was resisting. Wiping the spit off his face, Drak'Ne met her eyes again. "Alright, lets go about this again, what..." He made a quick slash across her arm. Starting high, his arm str...

A shiver squirmed down Drak'Ne's spine. He walked forward, swallowing his pride, his loyalties, his allegiances. Picking up a straight blade from the table, he came up to the With Elf, his hand glided up to her face, his blade still in it, and slashed her, quickly, yet lightly. As her head turned, h...

@Demetrius: Thanks for the input, why would my opponent know where my assassin is since my corsairs have the same number? And what would you replace it with? Even after spending points on a banner and shade upgrades I would still have some free points. Eh, I'll play around with it later today when I...

With a help of a friend, I decided to make a 2k Druchii list from the ground up and now I would like the input of Druchii.net Noble (2#, 219 pts) 1 Master @ 219 pts (General; Hand Weapon; Lance; Heavy Armour; Sea Dragon Cloak; Shield; Eternal Hatred) 1 Cold One Chariot (Chariot; Scythed Wheels) 1 Cr...

With a help of a friend, I decided to make a 2k Druchii list from the ground up and now I would like the input of Druchii.net Noble (2#, 219 pts) 1 Master @ 219 pts (General; Hand Weapon; Lance; Heavy Armour; Sea Dragon Cloak; Shield; Eternal Hatred) 1 Cold One Chariot (Chariot; Scythed Wheels) 1 Cr...

Time slowed to a halt. Drak'Ne observed every movement of those three, part of him wanting to know what fate was held for him, and part of him was afraid of might happen. He was approached by one of the figure, Drak'Ne's heart began to pound harder than an Ogre's punch, then stopped. He was... Free?...

The blade glided through Drak'Ne again... What you are? He thought of the one thing he could of to get himself out of this situation, though he would betray all his moral fiber to do so. "Trying to change..." he took in a deep breath, partially from being exhausted, partially to ease the p...

stupid... Drak'Ne had frenzied, he shouldn't have, but it was only a matter of time before he was going to. He'd been pushed around too much while he was here, and that poor bastard had been there when he broke. A small blade sliced through his cheek, he grunted, blood began to flow out. "I ca...

OOC: Why does my bio class have three midterms AND a final? Beaten up, torn apart, and rather fed up with his situation, Drak'Ne now stood before a young Druchii. He seemed to cower back, afraid of what was to happen, Drak'Ne had that feeling before. Now its just been replaced by annoyance and hatre...

Don't know what to think anymore... he saw another full of fear, he had to get a hold of himself, his hand made its way up to his hair only to feel bandages. Must remember to kill these pests when I can... Orac, first person to offer a hand here... can't trust him. Drak'Ne brought up his hand and c...

How had it come to this? A fellow Druchii lay on the ground, slowly bleeding to death. Drak'Ne figured that his death was inevitable with his lifestyle. He only wish that his final blow finished him off quickly. The ogre of a Druchii spoke to him, throwing Drak'Ne his dagger. Drak'Ne caught it witho...