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Fantasy Battles: The 9th Age is an independent table top miniature wargame set in a fantasy world, in which players take control of armies and set them upon one another in conflicts ranging from minor skirmishes to mighty battles with hundreds of models.

The game and all of its rules are completely free to download and use, and consist of a main rulebook and over fifteen army documents, ranging from stoic men and noble elves to the feral orcs and dread worshipers of the dark gods. You can easily assemble your own army using appropriate 28mm miniatures from any manufacturer.

Fantasy Battles: The 9th Age has been created by a group of experienced wargamers, a large supportive staff and continuous input from the wargaming community. We aim to provide a competitive, balanced and fun game, with updates and new rules to be released regularly.

We’ve created 16 unique armies from the Dread Elves in the west to the Ogre Khans in the east. Each army has different units and playstyles and can be represented by models from any 28mm model company. People said it was impossible, but we have created a game that is both balanced and fun. Don’t believe us? Try it for yourselves.

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    Alright children, we're going into the woods looking for minotaurs in this one.

    A study on Minotaur dominance progression, or The Saga of Gunthador Thunderhoof
    -by Everet Kuhficker, Captain of the Imperial Guard, 14th division.

    I first met Gunthador in battle many decades ago, Just a young bull then, just one in the Herd among the other bulls, finely muscled and with overmuch aggression.


    Clad in light armour, as is the style of the wild half-men of the forests, he and his fellow bulls broke through our battleline and put many to the axe before I and my fellow Imperial Guard put them to flight. I look part of his horn myself and when our eyes met in that moment I knew that this was no ordinary blood-mad Minotaur bull, he had within him the seeds of greatness, should they be allowed to blossom; his eyes shone with ambition where the gazes of the other bulls were glazed over with dull bloodlust.

    An excellent miniature by Hungry Troll, he is unarmed as he is meant for playing Blood Bowl but it was very easy to just add a couple of Beastmen axes and call it a day. Nicely detailed muscles and armour held together with a nice charging stance.

    Shown here against a complaining Imperial Guard in 28mm scale (28! Not heroic scale). Large enough to fit in most non-GW minotaur units and add a little dynamic action to it. The broken horn adds a nice bit of character showing that this is not his first taste of battle.



    I next saw him three years later and he was much changed, only the broken horn and the glare of unbridled ambition as well as the viper-like tail allowed me to recognise me as the young ambitious bull I had wounded years before.


    Whether the fell powers that the half-men offer worship to had favoured him or punished him I know not, but his physical appearance was much changed, sickly green blisters and pustules had erupted over his entire form, giving him a diseased appearance that belied the vigour he displayed in combat.
    No longer a mere bull, this time he clearly commanded his fellow minotaurs in battle, though not yet the whole Herd.


    The smooth, muscled abdomen was broken by a toothed gash which snapped at our men and cursed them in perfect Imperial. A most vexing experience I tell you!


    One muscled fist had sprouted dagger-like talons which punched clean through the blacksteel plate that we wore.


    And perhaps most disturbingly, on his finely muscled shoulder he had grown three clear blue eyes that fooled many attacks that we made against his back, trying to stab the beast where we thought he was not looking.


    They seemed to gaze straight into your soul, laying bare all your secrets, though that must surely be superstition alone talking.
    The battle was much harder this time, the half-man Herd he had joined now was more experienced and battle-hardened. We faced once more in battle and even through my visor I could see he knew me and remembered me. I was hard pressed and only the disciplined aid of my fellow Imperial Guard stopped me from being beheaded by his great iron cleaver or having my innards punctured by those dagger-like spurs.
    Though the Herd was once more driven off it was a Pyrrhic victory if any, as our division was left bloodied and broken, unable to take to the field for several years hence.


    Again from Hungry Troll, we have here a much more mutated version of the same fine minotaur. He stands a bit taller due to his stance but is not as dynamic. I still love him dearly because of the many nice mutations.

    The Imperial Guard still thinks he should clean up his act and get a job.
    Again he was unarmed so I just stuck a Mantic Ogre's blade in his non-mutated hand and called it a day.


    I saw Gunthador the next and last time a decade after. His form changed again, he stood a half-meter higher, gifted with a perfect form (for his people) by his fell gods. No broken horn this time, his horns rose from his head like the shape of the moon and there were no sign of the previous mutations.
    He was clad in blood-red armour and led a vicious War Herd on a rampage across the countryside, only deigning to give open battle when I challenged him openly, saying I would take his horn once again, as I had before. In retrospect that proved to be a mistake.


    He had tattoos of thorned wines over his neck and face, I do not know their significance, if they were a mark of personal valour, a sign of a challenge overcome or perhaps a devotion to the gods of the Dark Wilds.

    I'm not very good at it, but I love painting tattoos.

    The form might have changed, but the glare of ambition was the same as it had ever been.
    We met in battle and for the third time he led a herd off Minotaurs against my imperial Guard and we once more met in a challenge.


    This time was quite different as he moved like a veteran of a hundred wars and thousands of challenges, his charge shattered my front rank with sheer mass and speed alike; we could as much stand in the front of a advancing Steam Tank as try to arrest his[Read More]
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