Saturday, 21 February 2026

The Edge of the World (Forgotten Ruin)

 Tiger Troop grumbled as they learned that their next patrol would be to Corner Plains. On the one hand, it was not a swampy, boggy hellhole. On the other hand, it was a flat, wind-blasted hellhole. The wind constantly blew in from the sea and carried away everything that was not nailed down. At this time of year it was also icy cold, so they would freeze their arses off before they had got far at all. The only benefit to the constant wind was that it would not be raining... the clouds rarely got a chance to linger over Corner Plains.

The ops area was out in the boonies, even more so than usual for this area, with the only sign that people had been there being the roads through to other, better places, the standing stones by the crossroads and some nearby ruins. Much of the fertile farmland had been reclaimed by nature and ancient trees now stood where once there were cornfields and greenhouses.

A wind-blasted hellhole with nothing between it and the Arctic

Of course, even though Corner Plains was less of a hellhole, that did not mean this would be a walk in the park. Nope. It was a babysitting exercise. An envoy from Goat Fjord needed to get to Fastbeck Island. Guess which bunch of losers got that job! And of those losers, Leaf Moondream was the biggest one, as far as she was concerned. She was doing research to aid the mission! What was that about? Still, she did manage to communicate some useful intel to the Sarge, so it was not all wasted, and the threat she had identified seemed real. Also, she had identified a package that the L.T. wanted them to retrieve.

The envoy's people had lent Tiger Troop horses to get them to the ops area more easily. When scouts reported that there were hostiles ahead, they dismounted and left the horses, advancing towards the crossroads ahead on foot.

"Watch out for those smaller ones. They are venomous! Of course, the big ones will just bite you in half, so watch out for them too!" the little goblin envoy declared.

Tiger Troop took heed and opened up with everything they had.

The hides of the beasts were thick, but quantity of firepower put the odds on Tiger Troop's side. On the right flank, judicious application of excessive firepower pacified the mob that was advancing on them. Those lizards that were not blown to bits soon lumbered in the opposite direction.

"That's right," yelled the little goblin, "you distract them and I shall run through to complete my mission. Lifting up his robes, the goblin ran for all he was worth and had soon sprinted far ahead of Tiger Troop.

On the left flank, Lance-Corporal Bonolo called in a mortar stonk that sent pieces of venomous lizard flying everywhere. The single lizard that nearly reached Bonolo's fire team was cut down by the team's assault rifles.

The single remaining mob of lizards charged out from behind the ruins and towards Bonolo's team. Three lizards reached the team. Two of them died to spear and sword thrusts, but the third snatched up New Guy, who had only joined Tiger Troop, while Leaf was working with the L.T. at HQ. The unfortunate soldier was already half eaten before the rest of Bonolo's team could cut it down.

Suddenly, a new mob of lizards emerged from behind the ruins. Corporal Adeyemi called the order, "Rapid Fire!" and the team blasted the lizards advancing on them. Private Osmaer unshipped the squad LAW and fired.

"Fuck me!" he muttered as the projectile ripped through the nearest lizard as if it wasn't there and then tore the one right behind it to shreds for good measure.

Firing again, Osmaer's LAW ripped two more lizards apart. The last one made it as far as Private Bjornsson and considered him to be a good meal. Unfortunately for the hungry beast's plans, Tarquin was ready for it. His dagger lashed out several times and the beast fell dead at his feet. B-Team breathed a momentary sigh of relief, only to see yet another mob of lizards emerge from the same ruins just as Pan was racing towards a nearby point of interest.


Pan cursed, "Is there no end to these critters?"

B-Team took care of three of them, but two charged her. She drew her hammer as they charged on her and brained the first to reach her. The second knocked her back and was about to pounce on her, when B-Team's combined fire cut it down. By now, Private Immaculada had managed to grab the package that the L.T. wanted and raced off towards the RVP.

The L.T.'s voice over the radio was unwelcome in the still after the firefight. There were no hostiles in sight, yet still they needed to occupy the ops area a while longer, instead of returning to base.

"Hold off all remaining hostiles until I confirm that the package has been recovered safely."

Tiger Troop retreated to form a firing line that could cover Immaculada and waited. It was some time before even more lizards streamed out of the ruins near the crossroads. The beasts must have had a lair under the ruins.

However, these lizards fared no better than those before them. Tiger Troop's blood was up now and they poured everything they had into the lizards, leaving nothing but bits of blasted apart carcass when they stopped shooting. Silence fell. Tiger Troop received authorisation to withdraw. They did so immediately.

That was easier than expected, although I did feel sorry for New Guy, whose name Tiger Troop never even got around to learning. This was also the first time that I have used the Troop's LAW. It was satisfyingly destructive and very helpful given the high Toughness of the lizards.

Thematically, having numerous lizards emerge from the same spot was nice too. I could just imagine a large lair of giant lizards in the basement of the ruins.

Saturday, 14 February 2026

13 Ambyrmont - The Skulls of their Enemies

After bandaging his wounds, Broneslav looked around. He had seen the direction that the surviving fighters had fled, so he marched off to the south side of the large chamber to the door they had gone through. This was, coincidentally, the same door that the chief had emerged from.

Headhunters flee to Room 3

He kicked the door in and dodged to the side just in time to avoid an arrow from within the room that lay beyond. With a roar, he charged in. He caught the remaining headhunters flatfooted and quickly wounded the shaman before blocking and dodging their return blows. There was a pause as both sides took the measure of each other before Broneslav darted in and thrust his sword through the shaman's body. As he withdrew the sword, the shaman slumped to the ground and he killed the second headhunter on the reverse swing.

The cowardly bodyguard who remained threw his spear to the floor and raced past Broneslav to the rope that the women and children had used to escape. Broneslav raced after the bodyguard and cut him down. He could not risk the man returning to ambush him.

As quiet fell, Broneslav realised that he was now alone in this area. He searched it while keeping a wary eye out for more headhunters.

The room he stood in was cluttered with sleeping mats, pots, gourds, animal skins and furs. Shelves on the wall were filled with skulls, a testament to the tribe's leisure activities. Among the clutter, Broneslav found a number of gems and some exotic furs that might sell well. The other rooms off the main chamber offered no further treasure unless he could find a market for bowls containing mud and ash or files for teeth.

There was no obvious way out of this area, until he spotted a discoloured patch on the wall and floor in the south-east corner of the large chamber. Further examination revealed a secret door, which he quickly opened, ready for anything...

Saturday, 7 February 2026

Get Knitted! Bwendi patriots contribute to public lavatory campaign

The Bwendi Bugle

Tooting our own trumpet since 1985
7 February 2326

"Get Knitted!" Says Colonel

Today Colonel Throckmorton P Gladiolus opened the first of the new semi-AI public lavatories that have been developed by the Ministry of Public Works. These new public lavatories will be appearing on street corners near you, because the Bwendi government does not want you to be caught short while doing your civic duty. They are outfitted with the very latest in sustainable waste disposal systems and each new lavatory is fitted with a warm, knitted toilet seat cover courtesy of the Landfall City Townspeople's Guild. These heroic knitters have pulled out all the stops to ensure that the Bwendi people make only the most comfortable pitstops.

Police sources have warned that Albion fifth columnists may try to destroy Bwendi morale by stealing or defacing the toilets and their knitted covers. The lavatory AI is equipped to deal with fifth columnists and dispose of their remains thanks to the installation of military grade lasers. However, you should report any suspicious activity to the nearest Peace Officer just in case Albionistas manage to sabotage the AI and prevent it defending itself. Remember that Albion wants your toilet seat covers and will not rest until its collective behind may do so comfortably on Bwendi woollen knitwear.

As if that were not enough, our heroic knitters have also been hard at work supporting our troops in their fight against Albion incursions. Their knitted toilet seat covers now equip the jet-propelled guided portapotties of the 37th Janitorial Brigade. These portapotties are a variant of the civilian version that our reporters visited for this story.

The GladCorp Mk3 Portapotty can be launched and delivered to the frontline ready to use within 10 minutes of receiving notice of need. Our troops need never be caught short again, thanks to the Colonel's brilliant invention. As if that were not enough, it is outfitted with a reading material dispenser specifically designed for the mandated two minute comfort breaks, dispensing a newspaper or magazine that can be read within that two minute period while seated comfortably on the knitted toilet seat cover.

Ecstatic citizens queue to try out the new knitted toilet seat covers under the watchful eye of the local Peaceforcers (Toilet and street furniture by Brigade Models. Figures are 15mm Laserburn from Alternative Armies)

It is rumoured that the civilian version of the portapotty is outfitted for rapid conversion and deployment, just like the military version but official sources refused to comment on this. The GladWar spokesperson simply announced, "Loose lips sink ships!" and returned to the office to work on new designs for our heroic troops.

"With the new knitted toilet seat covers, our troops will be able to ease themselves without suffering discomfort and cold seats," said Mrs Trembley-Beauchamp, chairentity of the LCTG, "We expect this to be a significant morale victory for them."

When asked if she had any words for the Albion troops with their less-than-luxurious dunny pits, Mrs Trembley-Beauchamp said, "They should just get knitted!"

And so say we all at the Bwendi Bugle. Get knitted, Albion!

I really need to do more imagination-type posts for my Bwendi nation. The world building is most of the fun, given that I rarely get to play sci-fi games these days. It would cost too much to ship all my figures and terrain to where I spend most of my time, so the sci-fi figures tend to live a thousand miles away from me and remain unused apart from a couple of months a year. I have had all of these figures and terrain for a long while, but the story occurred to and amused me, so I make no apologies for inflicting it on you!