The Tor Megiddo saga began in January 2017 and now we are finally coming to the last chapter. It has been one hell of a story. The whole thing began as a somewhat crazy idea, "let's invite friends and strangers to Helsinki for a game of Necromunda, I won't seem like a lunatic at all!"… Continue reading Tor Megiddo – Blanchitsu
The War around the Promethean Tower intesifies as the beasts of the land joins into the fray. Predators and prey, all must fall and death will be the final conqueror, the enemy that shall never be defeated. And so we are undone. We planned, we prepared, we entered the killing field. We… Continue reading Tor Megiddo – the Final
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 Warband creation for Tor Megiddo
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 Tor Megiddo – Thirteen, daughter of Misery
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 Tor Megiddo – Zogg, flesh baron
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 Tor Megiddo – Blue Ruin
