Mordheim

Too many projects none yet finished enough to share. But Rob and I are dusting off the cardstock ruins and freshening up warbands. Matt has been informed but hasn't responded, and we need a fourth (I'm beating the bushes).

The tune-up a couple of weeks ago was a fiasco, having forgotten more than I could remeber about the rules and mechanics of the game. Rob opened the zombie corral, and well, I couldn't just wait around could I? So I played like a Greenskin, got stuck in . . . and eaten alive. The Orcish bellows of surprise and rage could be heard ll the way to Welborn (and thatsa fer piece).
Rob had a cool new strategy to test and a very jammy dice bag. I had unimaginative (but characterful!) brute force, blunt objects and too much animosity.

I ain't skeered. I gots a cunnin' plan. Anyway, his vampire is a weedy, buck-toothed git.

No special rules decided so far, other than no voluntary Matt tests (sorry, did I say that out loud? I meant rout tests, of course) will be allowed.