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  • On Flying Skiffs and Their Mysterious Decline (Part I) (Steam Bombers)


    One of the things that so much surprised my military sponsors during their ill-fated last conflict with Hammerhold was the appearance of fast-moving light flying skiffs of precious unknown design. Their appearance allowed the normally slow dwarven forces excelelnt scouting capabilities and even some skirmishing quite on par with that offered by our own Reiter squadrons, especially when combined with accurate fire from concealed Ranger squads.



    This being one of the explicit purposes with my studies with the dwarves, I asked Queen Haephaestia for permission, as was graciously allowed to study these marvelous creations both at dock and at flight. The Hammerhold fleet consisted of two heavily armed skiffs, at least four smaller vessels, and one much larger ship, which acted as a supply ship to the rest of the fleet as well as a potent combat platform in its own right. This chapter will detail the two skiffs.
    The one depicted in the woodcut above is the "Ancestral Wrath", a swifter twin-sailed design.


    While both skiffs were unique, and indeed according to my hosts, all such vessels are, being the remnant of a lost age of dwarven splendour, they still have many similarities. All such vessels are shaped much like a shallow-keeled boat, with a prow much like a northern longboat, and are kept aloft in disregard of all known natural laws by a powerful Runic Engine on the back of vessel, which somehow provides lift much like the wings of a great beast does. Such power is unpredictable though and the skiffs are known to dip and swerve almost at random, making them quite unsafe to sail in close quarters.

    Indeed on several occasions Reiter squadrons tried to trap these swift Skiffs against the mountainside to limit their mobility, only for the mountainside to erupt in a shower of bolts as well-concealed Ranger Troupes made their presence known.



    Such a unpredictable mount requires a very special crew, and even among a folk that tolerates the weirdness of Ranger Troupes, the insane fatalism of the Seeker Sect, the insular eccentricity of the Engineer Cult, and the single-minded fanaticism of the Forgemaidens, the crew of such vessels are seen as both unhinged and dangerous and are seldom welcome in polite company.
    Having a almost instinctive understanding of the eccentricities of their runic engine, split-second reflexes and a love for speed and the open sky that is most undwarven, they tend to twitch uncontrollably and feel at ill at ease inside most smaller chambers of a Dwarfhold.


    They are also heavy drinkers, which for dwarves is saying something! Whether in the sky or on the ground.





    While primarily used for trading with cities and Holds than cannot be reached by land (all such flying vessels are technically part of the Dwarven Trading Navy, not the militia or the Queen's Army) and scouting, the skiffs can defend themselves in combat with a light grapeshot cannon(originally invented to scatter the vast Harpy hosts congregating in some mountain areas long enough for the skiffs to break through) and a large munition of bombs that can wreak great damage to lightly armoured infantry to slow to shift in response to a sudden assault dive.


    The crew are generally organized with a older, more experienced captain steering the Skiff and a junior apprentice manning the Grapeshot cannonand dropping munitions.


    The single-sailed "Flying Hammer", masted much like the longboat it so resembles, was the second skiff i was allowed the take notes off.


    It is to me a mystery why the dwarves claim to no longer have the ability to make more of such miraculous vessels, for dwarven memory and bookkeeping are both exacting and ancient (their eccentricities regarding their Queens notwithstanding) so surely such a thing would not be allowed to become lost?
    But sadly none of the dwarves I questioned would answer my questions in this regard, merely gesturing angrily at the Skiff's figureheads and making oblique references to the skills needed being lost in the "Schism".
    Interesting enough the intonation on the words used for this Schism suggests that whatever it was, it was a great rift of both physical and political/religious nature.
    However as the figureheads offer no clue to me, I have little idea as of what they mean.



    I guess time alone will tell if this lost knowledge will be reclaimed or if the remaining vessels will surely grumble as the great statues of the dwarves do




    Of the Dwarves: Notes on Physiology, Military and Habitat, vol III, by Krugman Bartliebhafer, Imperial Scholar. [Read More]
  • This months hobby progress from the Ammertime Team:

    Henry - Not much to show for this month. I have been in Mongolia for 3 weeks and organising a 100 person event. I found time to make a good start on my forest ranger conversions though :) They are built from a number of different GW kits but mostly a combination of the Shadow warrirors and leftover Wildwood ranger kits from my forest guards.



    Casimir - This month was the lead up to Giant Fanatic and as such I've been rushing to complete everything for my list. The list I started out with was quite ambitious, with a lot to be painted. In the end I didn't manage to finish a second sphinx but basically everything else was completed. I finally finished my Shabti unit which has been years in the making. Painted my second colossus, also made from a Kratos action figure, you might have seen the first one in the 3rd edition of the scroll. I added one more winged reaper to my unit and polished off my architect conversion. All in all its been a pretty hectic month.



    Lasse Giant Fanatic 2017! I planned to make an narrative army, where I only used my hero - and special points on minotaurs. The pictures show my 4 heroes! This was the list:


    Minotaur Chieftain [495pts] Battle Standard Bearer, Flail, Upgrade to Totem Bearer, Bronze Breastplate, Potion of Swiftness, Talisman of Greater Shielding


    Minotaur Chieftain [450pts] Flail, Upgrade to Totem Bearer, Aaghor's Flayed Hide


    Minotaur Chieftain [370pts] Flail, Eye of Dominance, Mithril Mail


    Minotaur Warlord [684pts] Army General, Beast Axe, Heavy Armour Crown of Autocracy, Hardened Shield, Talisman of Supreme Shielding


    1x21 Mongrel Herd, shield, Standard
    3x10 Mongrel Raiders - Ambush & Scout [120pts]
    1x35 Wildhorn Herd, PW, FCG, Banner of the Wild Herd
    1x7 Minotaur, PW, FCG, Stalker’s Standard
    1x7 Minotaur, PW, FCG, Aether Icon
    1x3 Minotaurs [261pts] GW
    1x3 Minotaurs [255pts] PW



    Rasmus - I have been experimenting with ice effects on my bases and completed some Once Chosen for my Warriors of the Dark Gods army!

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  • In this episode, Tony and I are joined by Mark Borland as we recount our experience at the first Heat of the 9th Age GT.

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  • Crossbows, Rangers, and voluntary exiles.


    Much have been written on the subject of dwarven rifles, by a lot of people who know very little on the subject and thus embarass themselves with every word. Not as many words have been wasted on the dwarven crossbow. and for a very good reason.
    A crossbow is a crossbow, no matter who makes it, the dwarven one is more solid and can be used as a club with very little damage to the weapon but is otherwise identical to those used by out own regiments.



    Dwarven militias from poorer settlements or lower classes will often choose the crossbow over the rifle for simple reasons of economics, the former being much cheaper to produce and many dwarfs with woodworking skills can produce their own with ease, instead of having to commission a master gunsmith.
    Public, or Militia regiments recieve a small stipend to cover the time spent in training, but its members much buy their equipment theirselves, often leading to a very varied appearance compared to the Proffesional, or Queen's regiments, who are provided for and equipped by the queen.
    For that reason, it is very common for public regiments to have a wealthy female sponsor who provides for them in return for social capital reaped from the regiment's success.

    Crossbows also have the advantage of silence which can be vital is the more unstable regions of the under-realm, where the sharp retort of a rifle-shot may bring the ceiling crashing down or bring undue attention. As such it is also a common weapon for political assassination in those few dwarfholds unstable enough where that is a occurrence.

    With Queen Haephestia having ruled it with a gold-steel fist since time immemorial, that thankfully is not the case for Hammerhold.


    In open combat, the crossbow fulfills the same role as the rifle, allowing even a poorer settlement to unleash a withering volley of fire to support the massed regiments of heavy militia speardwarves and axedwarves. Such a combined force is usually enough to see off all but the most determined attack from anything less than a professional army, heavy armour and stout shields rendering counter fire all but impotent.


    (Banner painted by pro painter Jonas Wideen.)
    The regiment depicted in these woodcuts is Habrik's Shafters (and yes, the Hammerhold dwarves have enough Imperial visitors to fully understand and embrace the double-meaning of their name) and their banner depicts Habrik himself, now long-dead, in the normal ancestor-worshipping manner of public regiments.



    Of far more interest is the rarer crossbow-armed style of regiments; the Rangers, and their role in society.

    Rangers dwarf a small stipends much as all public regiments do, but unlike others who are only part-time warriors, being a Ranger is not a choice to take lightly. Once the Oath of a Ranger is taken, the dwarf cannot return to any Dwarfhold for more than a single week a year as long as they adhere to the role of the Ranger, unless forced to do so by injury or illness. For that reason, a troupe must be almost entirely self-sufficient and most rangers carry all their belonging with them at all times, their crossbows and long knives being equally suited to hunting and cleaning game as they are at slitting throats.

    It should be noted that the Oath of a Ranger, unlike the Oath of the Seeker is completely completely voluntary, does not bring shame of the Rangers family, and can be renounced at any time. It is not uncommon for young dwarves who have trouble adapting to the very conservative dwarven society to spend a few years as a Ranger before settling down. Such runaways seldom stay for long. It is also seen as a good, if unusual way to see the world, as Rangers travel far and wide, both within the Dwarfhold's holdings and far beyond.



    Rangers spend all their days in the field, on the move, often under open skies, always on the move.

    For many outlying settlements owing fealty to the Queen, especially those not dwarven, a yearly visit by a Ranger troupe may well be the only contact they have with the Dwarfhold at all.

    They also provide accurate fire support for the Hold's army, skirmishing and scouting, as well as wildlife rescue in peacetimes.


    It falls to ranger troupes to patrol the Dwarfholds lands, making sure roads are safe and banditry is short-lived, either at the end of a volley of well-aimed bolts, or under the steelshod boots of a massed dwarven throng, summoned by said Rangers.




    [i]The majority of Rangers are females and most stay a Ranger for their entire life, seeing it as more of a calling and a mobile community than the martial profession it officially is.
    Rangerhood is also one of very few professions for a dwarven female that allows them to remain unmarried (the others being Seekers, Runesmiths and priests, the Forgemaiden bodyguard of the Hold's Runemistress, and a number of ceremonial titles, such as the First Hammer, First Shield).
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    It is also a good "out" for any dwarf that does not fit in[Read More]
  • We're back!After a ‘brief’ period of absence, it’s back to business as usual.Tony and I regale on our past four month’s worth of hobby and I cover my trip to Midlands GT.


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  • Grim Blades, from the VOID

    Of the creatures that would harry our forces, the ones we titles as Grim Blades we a particular hassle. Far more numerous than the mightier Harbringers, they could not as easily be dissuaded by ranged fire but they were not as easy to drive off in close combat.

    We first came upon them when regrouping from pursuit along the shorelines, in a area where the water was strewn with strange bars and spur of golden metal protruding from the darkened waters, like the tops of a sunken city resting just out of reach beyond the shore.
    I do not know if we had strayed into their territory and it was merely a result of animalistic agression or if greater forces ordered their attack, but no more had we began to set up camp than we were set upon by this new foe.


    Consisting of a horde of scaled fishmen, they very least of them were the size of a man, but many were far more, both broader and taller with several reaching almost ogre-like stature. I will presume that those are the champions of their race as they exhibited typical dominant behaviour, harming and bulying their lessers at will.

    While the majority of the creatures wore no armour, their heavy scales were still able to resist a surprising amount of both shotte and blade and many of the larger ones wore armour made out of heavy shells dragged up from the sea floor and those could only be feller by a direct hit to the throat with shotte or a concerted effort by several soldiers in melee.


    Their weaponry was forged of the same alien, golden metal as those of the Harbringers though much less refined. Perhaps forged is not the right word, maybe scavenged is more correct? It seems like the fishmen have found metal left behind by their betters and roughly beaten it into the shape of a rough weapon, only effective because of the brute strength behind their blows.

    The weakest of their kind had little more than straight lengths of metal, crudely sharpened against rocks. But still, even the least of the fishmen were far stronger than a man and so even these crude weapons in combination with a mouth full of needle-sharp teeth would still serve them well in the chaos of a melee.


    A rare few seemed to have actual purpose-wrought weapons. I can only imagine these being forged by the Octopus-men as favours to a brave underling. Perhaps a mark of a favourite slave?


    With serried, ordered ranks of pike & shotte being the only thing keeping the Grim Blades at bay and with the risk of the pursuing Harbringers or Watchers finding us, I was once again left with no choice but to shamefully order a fighting retreat inlands, hoping to find respite further form the shore.
    As you no doubt know Inquisitor, it was not to be.



    Records of the interrogations of former Count-Captain Johann von Krugmund (deceased)
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