Captain Winter looked out over the sea, it was blue and green, the sun was shining and reflecting in the calm waters. The Lady's Revenge was closing up on the imperial shore and the little village of Eisende.
She thought about how long it was since she had been in the Empire, and that she actually missed it a bit. The lands are fair and beutiful, rich with produce, timber and other comodities. The little village Eisende was sleeping, perhaps the fishers where waking up. It was by all accounts a beutiful morning.
"You there" she said and pointed at a little goblin runt.
"Go and tell Master Snazzgit and Master Woll to join me here on deck, make haste!."
"Yes Captain!" the little goblin said and run away. After a few minutes the First Mate, a large ork in a red coat and black hat, showed up on the deck and joined his captain at the railing. Right behind him the Master Gunner, a gentleman of fortune by the name Bobby Woll entered the poop deck.
"Capt'n" the large orc said and tipped his hat.
"Ma'm" the aging Master Gunner said.
The captain turned around and looked at the two men, and gave them a nod, she then turned around to look at the sleeping village on the shore.
"Mister Snazzgit, please get the men ready for a land borne assault."
"Ah, Master Woll, would you care to make sure that the cannons are ready for a morning salute?"
The ork First Mate gave his captain a nod and then turned around to the stairs and went down to the main deck and bellowed out his orders.
"Get yer unclean behinds ready for action yer god less maggots... sharpen yer swords and load yer pistols, we are going to have us a little morning dance..." she heard the First Mate yell to the crew running about on the main deck, loading swivelguns and musket. It was sure time for a dance macabre.
She turned to her Master Gunner, and looked at him with her ice blue eyes.
"Something wrong Mister Woll? Or are we ready?" she asked.
"Most certainly Ma'm, it will be my pleasure." the elderly Master Gunner said, turned around and kicked the little goblin in the ass and then went back to his own domains below deck.
Captain Alexandra von Winter, high born noble from the Empire gave the sun a little salute, and then she leaned over the railing and waited for the seronade of cannons to begin.
Soon, she thought, soon Stromfel would be fed, the god of predators would have his belly full.
She could hear the Master Gunner screaming out his orders, and with the words of "Battery three to eight... fire at will!"... soon the beutiful morning was disturbed by cannon and hot shotte whistling in the air.
We had a really pleasant weekend, that started with FKSN joining our little gang here in Stockholm on the Thursday. We built some models, painted miniatures, did some culpting and had a generally pleasant evening with a nice dinner.
Friday morning the first eager gamers showed up, banging on doors, ringing bells and all other means to wake the lazy crew up, ie. us that where still sleeping after going to bed WAY to late (or early if you like, since it was like 6 in the morning).
We then started by fixing the spare appartment and getting it ready for the weekend of gaming. We had hired it Friday and Saturday, but had to leave it clean and ready at noon on Sunday morning. Something that we changed later, to be able to fully use the Sunday as well. The day continued with small skirmishes and clashes on the first table we set up.
Later that day the Gävle Crew arriwed and we could set up two more tables (including their awsome underground set). We got a bunch of visitors during the day, that stopped by for some chatting, coffee drinking and hanging in the garden.
Later during the evening, we continued the gaming, and only had a longer break for some BBQ in the garden. We had a very very nice dinner together. The evening yielded even more gaming and more socialising with gaming friends.
Saturday went on pretty much like the Friday, we wake up too late after a looooong nights gaming. We had breakfast and coffee in the garden together, while some of the more "active" players begun their fighting indoors. This day also saw a lot of passers by, saying hi and stopping by for some chatting and coffee. Quite a few members from both Tom's Booring Mordheim Forum and Lead Adventure Forum came by.
Later in the evening we had dinner at the out door serving of a close by Thai resturant. Really nice. The gaming continued and the campaign went on. Warbands getting stronger and stronger... and the orks poorer and fewer.
Sunday was started by a very nice breakfast in the garden with a whole bunch of us. We then went on with the gaming and the visitors started to drop out, going home to their respective cities and whatnots. We naturally, this goes without saying I suppose... went on and gamed until WAY too late again. We had a break for pizza at a near by resturant where you can sit out and eat. Cleaning and packing up was done like 4 in the morning. Hehe.
Alexander going for a move?
I have DA POWER! or something
Kalle, MRTN, Folketsfiende and Tintin (me)
Bratzor and FKSN
Folketsfiendes Warband on the pier of our pirate table...
Bratzors Warband about to get hot Shotte and Steele from my pirates...
FKSN's Witchhunters getting ready for a volley to repell Kalles Vampire Host...
Ugsome, Evanion, Alexander and Folketsfiende in great consentration?
Harrymason, FKSN and mrtn, appearantly doing something evil to Harrymasons poor poor poor poor Orks
GW forrest with one of our home made treasure counters (all painted by me)
Ehum, some random battlefield picture?
A super cool picture of Kalle's necromancer and vampire warband, in a awsome enviroment
Okay, we cheated, we even had mundane anti-skaven measures taken... everyone hates skaven?