It is hard to even start to describe in any coherent form the plain craziness that was the Tor Megiddo game. It was an relentless rollercoster and a classic battle report would be next to impossible for me, this will instead be a flood of images. I hope you enjoy what we have to offer.... Continue Reading →
Early stages and the red storm arising Omic led his warriors through a narrow and shallow gully close to the promethium tower that towered above them. It seemed like all the other filthy gangs of mutants, renegades and others all headed there. Never had he seen such force out in the wastes. truly something special... Continue Reading →
So it is finally time for me to add content to this blog. And what better way to do it than telling the story of my war band and how they fared on the dusty blood stained wastes of Tor Megiddo... The beginning. Through the sepia colored world his glarehelm painted for him, Omic smiled... Continue Reading →
Here is the Codex Tor Megiddo we used for the Tor Megiddo game, just in case someone might read this that is not on Facebook. Actually I have already seen a copy on Scribd so it seems it gets around. The codex was meant as a quick reference sheet for some rules and guidelines. I did... Continue Reading →
Over on Facebook, in the Inquisitorium group, there has been a lot of questions as to the rules for Tor Megiddo and how we created our warbands. While rules come last, literally since most of us wrote down our lists in the minutes before we started. Honourable mention goes out to Ana over at the... Continue Reading →
My warband is ready and rearing to go. It took a while to get everything done, but now it's on. More pictures and stories will follow soon. -Alexander Winberg-
Bad luck wind been blowin' at my backI was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm atGot the number thirteen tattooed on my neckWhen the ink starts to itch Then the black will turn to red I was born in the Tor of miseryNever had me a nameThey just gave me the number When I was young... Continue Reading →
Zogg the guide, the betrayer, the lord of flesh and master of butchers. He is a shell within a shell. Personalities and identities atop each other. To hide the truth, his monstrous self. With the cunning of an abalone his tricked his way into the inner circles of Death Valley. Lies, seduction, bribery, murder. The... Continue Reading →
Blue Ruin raced across the red sand, the blazing heat did not bother her for she was troubled by far greater concerns. For a decade she had ruled Death Valley as Warleader, subservient only to the mindless Silent Emperor. Their lord was a figurehead, perhaps a godhead, but he did not truly live. Trapped on... Continue Reading →
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Alexander Winberg
