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Glade Guard WIP

So here's a pic of my two blocks of Glade Guard so far... Hoping to have them finished within another couple of days hopefully. Then onto the Spellweaver and Spellsinger.

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  1. Looks slick dude! I chose Modryn for the theme of my wood elf army too! I dig what you've got here. I went for a dark purple/green theme. Yours are looking good.

    rock on

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Skirmish loot cards!

So I've put together some loot cards for the loot that could drop during the campaign.

How will it work?

At the end of each battle select one character to look for loot. Roll a D6. If you score a 6 or more, you may then roll a D20 on the chart below.

Amulet of SpiritsGuardian GemBook of the OracleThornKnightfallStorm-Forged Great-cloakTwilight ShroudTitan's GuardRanger's PinSeeker's CrownSeeker's SwordEthereal ArrowAncestral Duardin Axe

Skirmish loot...

Loot
Throughout the skirmish campaign all parties will have chances of discovering loot to give to their characters...


I've made an early list of some loot that might drop during this campaign:



Amulet of Spirits
Enemies suffer -1 to hit this character.
Guardian Gem
+1 armour save.
Book of the Oracle Grants wearer the spells arcane bolt and mystic shield. Thorn +1 attack to one melee weapon.
Nightfall +1 rend to one melee weapon.

Airship down

Chapter 5


The forest canopy sped by under the hull of his faithful Ironclad 'Grim Lady'. Vaughm Stormmantle looked through his periscope, there in the distance he could see the monstrous tree surging through the canopy and then disappearing into the cloud cover. He must reach his cousin Beldak, there was danger coming... An Oruk warlord, violent and savage was making his way through the forest.


Suddenly Vaughm was shaken from his thoughts as a green explosion burst from the side of the 'Grim Lady'. He looked down to the forest, more green flaming balls were hurtling towards his ship.
"All hands on deck! Prepare to engage!" Shouted Vaughm as his Ironclad started to lose altitude.


Gonza the Mad cackled hysterically as he hurled arcane ball after ball at the stunty airship. His trusty guards Baz and Bol were grinning from the top of their squig mounts, the flicker of blood lust in their eyes. The plan had worked, and down fell the stunties, right into the squig …