Thursday, May 28, 2015

My Splintered Light Village Personalities

I recently was digging through my collection of unpainted miniatures and came across a set of6 figures, produced by Splintered Light Miniatures. These “Village Personalities” include a rabbit gentleman and his muskrat lady housemaid, a crazy toad, a distinguished badger, rat and mole. I was considering painting the rabbit gentleman to display with a poem I wrote for this purpose. I will need to retake a picture of rabbit, for the first take came out a bit blurry.

Earlier on I made a post that mentioned these miniatures. The post made a mention of a site that featured some of these miniatures. Recently, I found another site that also featured these miniatures. I feel rather daunted by the quality of work on these miniatures.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Hobby Games-The 100 Best-An Update

Although I had forgotten about this book for some time I have started to read through it again. The idea was, one to write a brief description about each game, and two to mention all of the resources associated with article. I need to get back to my original plans; perhaps I should mention them alphabetically.

So far I have read through the descriptions of the following titles:

Amber Dice
Arc Magic
Axis & Allies
Battle Cry
Button Men

Pops Hops Rabbit and his Guinness Stout

Pop Hops the rabbit hopped across the road for a pint at the pub. A pint or two with a game of darts would have been sufficient, but instead he had several with his fellows. There were the other Rabbits McHew, and McKay. The badger O’Tooney and hedgehog McLay. There was much talk, Stout, and the game of darts that made them all hot. There is nothing better, to cool a rabbit down, than another Guinness.

On his return home, which was a hop across the street; Pop rabbit was involved in a misadventure that got him fixed to the macadam. God rest his soul.


Pops Hops Rabbit was the sole owner of the Hops Brewery, which is famous for its early spring ale, and its autumn stout. Pops is survived by his wife, Sally and their three children, Mopsey, Floppsy, and Peter rabbit. No word on whether the Hops Brewery will continue to produces its famous Ales and Stouts. Lettuce hope so.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

GearWorld’s Special Rules for the Frist Game Round

These special rules apply for the first round:

Players skip the Build Phase entirely
Each player resolves the Production Phase, but not dynamically
Players can only resolve one successful attack and one transport action during the Battle Phase

Sunday, May 24, 2015

GearWorld’s Dynamic Phases

I previously made a post on the five phases of play. Within I mentioned that several of the five phases are dynamic. The Production, Trade, and Transport phases or GearWorld are dynamic phases, meaning that during these specific phases determination of whether these phases will be resolved are determined by a die roll.

Die Rolls

1-4: Players resolve the phase
5: Players do not resolve the phase
6: The first player determines whether or not players resolve the phase

If the phase is skipped players proceed to the next phase.

Friday, May 22, 2015

The Five Phases of Play in GearWorld

Reading through a twenty-four page rule booklet once can be a painstakingly slow process, but to turn around and read through it a second time is pure joy. In order to understand all the games nuances reading through the rule-book a second time I will do.

The rule-book includes many illustrations, and sidelined boxes that illustrate and describe the games five phases. Here are the five phases with a short description :

  1. Build Phase: During this phase, each player any resolve any number of build actions.
  2. Production Phase: during this phase players use production tokens they control to produce resources. The production phase is a dynamic phase
  3. Trade Phase: During this phase players may resolve any number of Trade Actions to exchange resource tokens with other players.
  4. Transport Phase: Players may resolve on transport action to move weapons and resources between land areas, riverboats, ships and bridges they control
  5. Battle Phase: During this phase players may resolve up to successful attack actions via attacks on land areas, riverboats, ships and bridges.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

A Tale of the Bass

Tales within a tale, just like books that are mentioned within a novel, have always fascinated me. In this case I am not sure whether it is the tale itself or whether it is the particularity of listening to a protagonist’s narrative. This is a fragment from that story within a story, from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Catriona is a sequel to Kidnapped.It is a story told by Andie Dale, one of the protagonists of the story, of his father’s time being stationed at the Bass, a now abandoned fort and prison. This story, as well as the novel, mimics a Scottish voice.

The Tale of Tod Lapraik

'My faither, Tam Dale, peace to his banes, was a wild, sploring lad in his young days, wi’ little wisdom and little grace.  He was fond of a lass and fond of a glass, and fond of a ran-dan; but I could never hear tell that he was muckle use for honest employment.  Frae ae thing to anither, he listed at last for a sodger and was in the garrison of this fort, which was the first way that ony of the Dales cam to set foot upon the Bass.  Sorrow upon that service!  The governor brewed his ain ale; it seems it was the warst conceivable.  The rock was proveesioned free the shore with vivers, the thing was ill-guided, and there were whiles when they but to fish and shoot solans for their diet.  To crown a’, thir was the Days of the Persecution.  The perishin’ cauld chalmers were all occupeed wi’ sants and martyrs, the saut of the yearth, of which it wasnae worthy.  And though Tam Dale carried a firelock there, a single sodger, and liked a lass and a glass, as I was sayin,’ the mind of the man was mair just than set with his position.  He had glints of the glory of the kirk; there were whiles when his dander rase to see the Lord’s sants misguided, and shame covered him that he should be haulding a can’le (or carrying a firelock) in so black a business.  There were nights of it when he was here on sentry, the place a’ wheesht, the frosts o’ winter maybe riving in the wa’s, and he would hear ane o’ the prisoners strike up a psalm, and the rest join in, and the blessed sounds rising from the different chalmers—or dungeons, I would raither say—so that this auld craig in the sea was like a pairt of Heev’n. 

In thir days, dwalled upon the Bass a man of God, Peden the Prophet was his name.  Ye’ll have heard tell of Prophet Peden.  There was never the wale of him sinsyne, and it’s a question wi’ mony if there ever was his like afore.  He was wild’s a peat-hag, fearsome to look at, fearsome to hear, his face like the day of judgment.  The voice of him was like a solan’s and dinnle’d in folks’ lugs, and the words of him like coals of fire.

Now there was a lass on the rock, and I think she had little to do, for it was nae place far decent weemen; but it seems she was bonny, and her and Tam Dale were very well agreed.  It befell that Peden was in the gairden his lane at the praying when Tam and the lass cam by; and what should the lassie do but mock with laughter at the sant’s devotions?  He rose and lookit at the twa o’ them, and Tam’s knees knoitered thegether at the look of him.  But whan he spak, it was mair in sorrow than in anger.  “Poor thing, poor thing!” says he, and it was the lass he lookit at, “I hear you skirl and laugh,” he says, “but the Lord has a deid shot prepared for you, and at that surprising judgment ye shall skirl but the ae time!”  Shortly thereafter she was daundering on the craigs wi’ twa-three sodgers, and it was a blawy day.  There cam a gowst of wind, claught her by the coats, and awa’ wi’ her bag and baggage.  And it was remarked by the sodgers that she gied but the ae skirl.

Nae doubt this judgment had some weicht upon Tam Dale; but it passed again and him none the better.  Ae day he was flyting wi’ anither sodger-lad.  “Deil hae me!” quo’ Tam, for he was a profane swearer.  And there was Peden glowering at him, gash an’ waefu’; Peden wi’ his lang chafts an’ luntin’ een, the maud happed about his kist, and the hand of him held out wi’ the black nails upon the finger-nebs—for he had nae care of the body.  “Fy, fy, poor man!” cries he, “the poor fool man!  Deil hae me, quo’ he; an’ I see the deil at his oxter.”  The conviction of guilt and grace cam in on Tam like the deep sea; he flang doun the pike that was in his hands—“I will nae mair lift arms against the cause o’ Christ!” says he, and was as gude’s word. 

It was in the year seeventeen hunner and sax that the Bass cam in the hands o’ the Da’rymples, and there was twa men soucht the chairge of it.  Baith were weel qualified, for they had baith been sodgers in the garrison, and kent the gate to handle solans, and the seasons and values of them.  Forby that they were baith—or they baith seemed—earnest professors and men of comely conversation.  The first of them was just Tam Dale, my faither.  The second was ane Lapraik, whom the folk ca’d Tod Lapraik maistly, but whether for his name or his nature I could never hear tell.  Weel, Tam gaed to see Lapraik upon this business, and took me, that was a toddlin’ laddie, by the hand.  Tod had his dwallin’ in the lang loan benorth the kirkyaird.  It’s a dark uncanny loan, forby that the kirk has aye had an ill name since the days o’ James the Saxt and the deevil’s cantrips played therein when the Queen was on the seas; and as for Tod’s house, it was in the mirkest end, and was little liked by some that kenned the best.  The door was on the sneck that day, and me and my faither gaed straucht in.  Tod was a wabster to his trade; his loom stood in the but.  There he sat, a muckle fat, white hash of a man like creish, wi’ a kind of a holy smile that gart me scunner.  The hand of him aye cawed the shuttle, but his een was steeked. 

“God be guid to us,” says Tam Dale, “this is no canny?”

He had jimp said the word, when Tod Lapraik cam to himsel’.

“Is this you, Tam?” says he.  “Haith, man!  I’m blythe to see ye.  I whiles fa’ into a bit dwam like this,” he says; “its frae the stamach.”

Weel, they began to crack about the Bass and which of them twa was to get the warding o’t, and little by little cam to very ill words, and twined in anger.  I mind weel that as my faither and me gaed hame again, he cam ower and ower the same expression, how little he likit Tod Lapraik and his dwams.

“Dwam!” says he.  “I think folk hae brunt for dwams like yon.”

Aweel, my faither got the Bass and Tod had to go wantin’.  It was remembered sinsyne what way he had ta’en the thing.  “Tam,” says he, “ye hae gotten the better o’ me aince mair, and I hope,” says he, “ye’ll find at least a’ that ye expeckit at the Bass.”  Which have since been thought remarkable expressions.  At last the time came for Tam Dale to take young solans.  This was a business he was weel used wi’, he had been a craigsman frae a laddie, and trustit nane but himsel’.  So there was he hingin’ by a line an’ speldering on the craig face, whaur its hieest and steighest.  Fower tenty lads were on the tap, hauldin’ the line and mindin’ for his signals.  But whaur Tam hung there was naething but the craig, and the sea belaw, and the solans skirlin and flying.

It chanced, ye see, that Tam keeked up, and he was awaur of a muckle solan, and the solan pyking at the line.  He thocht this by-ordinar and outside the creature’s habits.  He minded that ropes was unco saft things, and the solan’s neb and the Bass Rock unco hard, and that twa hunner feet were raither mair than he would care to fa’.

“Shoo!” says Tam.  “Awa’, bird!  Shoo, awa’ wi’ ye!” says he.

The solan keekit doon into Tam’s face, and there was something unco in the creature’s ee.  Just the ae keek it gied, and back to the rope.  But now it wroucht and warstl’t like a thing dementit.  There never was the solan made that wroucht as that solan wroucht; and it seemed to understand its employ brawly, birzing the saft rope between the neb of it and a crunkled jag o’ stane.

There gaed a cauld stend o’ fear into Tam’s heart.  “This thing is nae bird,” thinks he.  His een turnt backward in his heid and the day gaed black aboot him.  “If I get a dwam here,” he toucht, “it’s by wi’ Tam Dale.”  And he signalled for the lads to pu’ him up.

And it seemed the solan understood about signals.  For nae sooner was the signal made than he let be the rope, spried his wings, squawked out loud, took a turn flying, and dashed straucht at Tam Dale’s een.  Tam had a knife, he gart the cauld steel glitter.  And it seemed the solan understood about knives, for nae suner did the steel glint in the sun than he gied the ae squawk, but laighter, like a body disappointit, and flegged aff about the roundness of the craig, and Tam saw him nae mair. 

A dram of brandy (which he went never without) broucht him to his mind, or what was left of it.  Up he sat.

“Rin, Geordie, rin to the boat, mak’ sure of the boat, man—rin!” he cries, “or yon solan’ll have it awa’,” says he.

The fower lads stared at ither, an’ tried to whilly-wha him to be quiet.  But naething would satisfy Tam Dale, till ane o’ them had startit on aheid to stand sentry on the boat.  The ithers askit if he was for down again.

“Na,” says he, “and niether you nor me,” says he, “and as sune as I can win to stand on my twa feet we’ll be aff frae this craig o’ Sawtan.”

Sure eneuch, nae time was lost, and that was ower muckle; for before they won to North Berwick Tam was in a crying fever.  He lay a’ the simmer; and wha was sae kind as come speiring for him, but Tod Lapraik!  Folk thocht afterwards that ilka time Tod cam near the house the fever had worsened.  I kenna for that; but what I ken the best, that was the end of it.

It was about this time o’ the year; my grandfaither was out at the white fishing; and like a bairn, I but to gang wi’ him.  We had a grand take, I mind, and the way that the fish lay broucht us near in by the Bass, whaur we foregaithered wi’ anither boat that belanged to a man Sandie Fletcher in Castleton.  He’s no lang deid neither, or ye could speir at himsel’.  Weel, Sandie hailed.

“What’s yon on the Bass?” says he.

“On the Bass?” says grandfaither.

“Ay,” says Sandie, “on the green side o’t.”

“Whatten kind of a thing?” says grandfaither.  “There cannae be naething on the Bass but just the sheep.”

“It looks unco like a body,” quo’ Sandie, who was nearer in.

“A body!” says we, and we none of us likit that.  For there was nae boat that could have brought a man, and the key o’ the prison yett hung ower my faither’s at hame in the press bed.

We keept the twa boats close for company, and crap in nearer hand.  Grandfaither had a gless, for he had been a sailor, and the captain of a smack, and had lost her on the sands of Tay.  And when we took the glass to it, sure eneuch there was a man.  He was in a crunkle o’ green brae, a wee below the chaipel, a’ by his lee lane, and lowped and flang and danced like a daft quean at a waddin’.

“It’s Tod,” says grandfather, and passed the gless to Sandie.

“Ay, it’s him,” says Sandie.

“Or ane in the likeness o’ him,” says grandfaither.

“Sma’ is the differ,” quo’ Sandie.  “De’il or warlock, I’ll try the gun at him,” quo’ he, and broucht up a fowling-piece that he aye carried, for Sandie was a notable famous shot in all that country.

“Haud your hand, Sandie,” says grandfaither; “we maun see clearer first,” says he, “or this may be a dear day’s wark to the baith of us.”

“Hout!” says Sandie, “this is the Lord’s judgment surely, and be damned to it,” says he.

“Maybe ay, and maybe no,” says my grandfaither, worthy man!  “But have you a mind of the Procurator Fiscal, that I think ye’ll have foregaithered wi’ before,” says he.

This was ower true, and Sandie was a wee thing set ajee.  “Aweel, Edie,” says he, “and what would be your way of it?”

“Ou, just this,” says grandfaither.  “Let me that has the fastest boat gang back to North Berwick, and let you bide here and keep an eye on Thon.  If I cannae find Lapraik, I’ll join ye and the twa of us’ll have a crack wi’ him.  But if Lapraik’s at hame, I’ll rin up the flag at the harbour, and ye can try Thon Thing wi’ the gun.”

Aweel, so it was agreed between them twa.  I was just a bairn, an’ clum in Sandie’s boat, whaur I thoucht I would see the best of the employ.  My grandsire gied Sandie a siller tester to pit in his gun wi’ the leid draps, bein mair deidly again bogles.  And then the as boat set aff for North Berwick, an’ the tither lay whaur it was and watched the wanchancy thing on the brae-side.

A’ the time we lay there it lowped and flang and capered and span like a teetotum, and whiles we could hear it skelloch as it span.  I hae seen lassies, the daft queans, that would lowp and dance a winter’s nicht, and still be lowping and dancing when the winter’s day cam in.  But there would be fowk there to hauld them company, and the lads to egg them on; and this thing was its lee-lane.  And there would be a fiddler diddling his elbock in the chimney-side; and this thing had nae music but the skirling of the solans.  And the lassies were bits o’ young things wi’ the reid life dinnling and stending in their members; and this was a muckle, fat, creishy man, and him fa’n in the vale o’ years.  Say what ye like, I maun say what I believe.  It was joy was in the creature’s heart, the joy o’ hell, I daursay: joy whatever. 

Weel, at the hinder end, we saw the wee flag yirk up to the mast-heid upon the harbour rocks.  That was a’ Sandie waited for.  He up wi’ the gun, took a deleeberate aim, an’ pu’d the trigger.  There cam’ a bang and then ae waefu’ skirl frae the Bass.  And there were we rubbin’ our een and lookin’ at ither like daft folk.  For wi’ the bang and the skirl the thing had clean disappeared.  The sun glintit, the wund blew, and there was the bare yaird whaur the Wonder had been lowping and flinging but ae second syne.

The hale way hame I roared and grat wi’ the terror o’ that dispensation.  The grawn folk were nane sae muckle better; there was little said in Sandie’s boat but just the name of God; and when we won in by the pier, the harbour rocks were fair black wi’ the folk waitin’ us.  It seems they had fund Lapraik in ane of his dwams, cawing the shuttle and smiling.  Ae lad they sent to hoist the flag, and the rest abode there in the wabster’s house.  You may be sure they liked it little; but it was a means of grace to severals that stood there praying in to themsel’s (for nane cared to pray out loud) and looking on thon awesome thing as it cawed the shuttle.  Syne, upon a suddenty, and wi’ the ae dreidfu’ skelloch, Tod sprang up frae his hinderlands and fell forrit on the wab, a bluidy corp.

When the corp was examined the leid draps hadnae played buff upon the warlock’s body; sorrow a leid drap was to be fund! but there was grandfaither’s siller tester in the puddock’s heart of him.'

Monday, May 18, 2015

Mystery Dice

A couple of weeks ago my wife was out looking through the offerings at a local yard sale and came across a set of games. The light wooden case, that measure 11” square has a checker/Chess board printed on one side and a Backgammon board on the other. Inside the box there were components for checkers, backgammon, chess, and dominoes. There was also a desk of playing cards, two dice cups, each containing a set of dice. The one set I recognized as for playing backgammon, but the other set is a mystery to me. Can anyone identify what game these dice are used in?

Friday, May 15, 2015

GearWorld Player Aids

Print this player aid on card stock and print as many as you need.

Strength Points


Movement Points


Building Costs

1 iron, 1 coal, or 2 gold
3 scrap
1 scrap. 1 iron, 1 coal, and 1 gold or 4 gold
1 scrap, and 1 iron
4 scrap or 4 gold

Turn Order

1.       Build Phase
2.       Production Phase
3.       Trade Phase
4.       Transport Phase
5.       Battle Phase

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

GearWorld-The Borderlands basic Premise and Component List

I haven’t got around to playing this board game yet and haven’t even finished reading its rule book, but thought I would introduce you to some the games attributes.

The Game Board depicts a post- apocalyptic world and includes a map of a continent called Haestus and the islands of Claw, Ironside, and Locke. These land masses are where the tribes live.

“As the game progresses, the tribes produce, trade, and steal resources to develop weapons, bridges, riverboats, ships, and skyworks. When a tribe controls enough skyworks, they receive a multitude of gifts from the floating cities that dock at them, allowing the tribe to thrive and dominate the Borderlands.”

The game board’s art is beautiful and depicts land, both lowlands and mountainous terrain, rivers, lake, and sea zones

The game can be played by two to four players and depicts a post Movement is done on foot, by horse, riverboats and ocean going steam ships.
 Besides the game board, the game also comes with a wealth of other components:

Component List

• Rulebook
• 100 Plastic Figures, consisting of:
◊ 25 Blue Figures
◊ 25 Green Figures
◊ 25 Red Figures
◊ 25 White Figures
• 182 Cardboard Pieces, consisting of:
◊ 1 First Player Token
◊ 21 Production Tokens, consisting of:
»» 4 Coal Mines
»» 4 Gold Mines
»» 4 Horse Ranches
»» 4 Iron Mines
»» 5 Scrapyards
◊ 100 Resource Tokens, consisting of:
»» 20 Coal
»» 20 Gold
»» 20 Horses
»» 20 Iron
»» 20 Scrap
◊ 60 Development Tokens, consisting of:
»» 8 Bridges
»» 12 Riverboats
»» 8 Ships
»» 12 Skyworks
»» 20 Weapons
• 1 Six-Sided Die

Monday, May 11, 2015

More Attributes for my Bombshell Miniatures

The Squidman is another of Bombshell Miniatures SideKicks.  The Squidman does not stray too far from shore, but can be found slithering around beaches and marshes the surround the shore. The Squidman is armed with a Galaxy gun, an export grade laser gun.

The squids frequenting these waters off the atoll have recently been visited by alien race of aquatic creatures. These extraterrestrials much resemble the squid. When they first splashed down the earthen squid were among the first creatures that the extraterrestrials encountered. Thus they created a mutant from one of the species. The mutant squid man is about as daffy as apparently the extraterrestrials were in choosing this creature to do their bidding.

The Squidians, as this race is called, assumed the earthen squid were as intelligent as they were, or least they felt that the squids of earth were up to the task, after some modifications that is, to take over the world. So the squids were genetically and physically modified to hold a laser gun, to be able to withstand being out of the water for periods of time, and to say, “Take me to your leader."

Squidmen get a 2 for movement, 1.5 for intelligence, and 3 for dexterity. They can indeed hold a gun, but, not they are not able hold a gun steady. On a roll of 1 they have actually leveled the gun on the correct target and were able to hit the mark.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

The Black Mongoose is Double Trouble

The Black Mongoose

It has been awhile since I have made a post on the Pirates at Oceans Edge; however, while collecting ships for battles on the high seas, I came upon two copies of the Black Mongoose and have often wondered what should be done with the duplicate ship. Recently I came up with the following house rule. The house rule fits with the many insane situations that occurred in the Pirates of the Caribbean series

House Rule

If this ship is destroyed, the controller of this ship gets to roll one dice. On the roll of anything except a 1 the duplicate ship it put into play. The controller may commence to fire there cannon at the ship that contributed to its demise, at point blank range, or may sail away using its normal movement factor done twice.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Chapter 11 The Sea-Cave

The dull loneness, the black shade,
That these hanging vaults have made:
The strange music of the waves
Beating on these hollow caves


"I (John Trenchard) grew timid, and fearful of the wild night, and the loneliness, and the darkness. And all sorts of evil tales came to mind, and I thought much of balefuo heathen gods that St. Aldhelm had banished to these underground cellars, and of the Mandrive who leapt on people in the dark and strangled them. ‘Abite a me in ignem etenum qui paratus est diabolo at angelis ejus’-‘Depart from me into internal fire prepared for the devil and his angels’. "

The displacement cipher is cracked: fourscore-feet-deep-well-north. A simple, but effective cipher was used to hide the location of a fabulous diamond. The references to the scripture verses in the cipher were misplaced by one or more places. The number of the displacement represented a word in each verse that was to be highlighted.

Friday, May 1, 2015

In a Slump

I don't know how much I will be contributing to my blog this month or for the months to come. There are a few projects, in my real life that need my immediate attention and I feel, perhaps that I need a break away from this Blog.

Projects for May

I am in a slump and although I have several projects sitting on my workbench at various stages of completion I have not completed anything for sometime. I have added one miniature to my completed list. This piece was completed back in March.

I haven’t added anything to my To Do List for the month of May and will continue to work on those outstanding projects already on my workbench.

New Projects


Old Projects

These projects are all at different stages of completion.
  • Reaper Miniatures, dragon fish; this 25mm miniature came in the same package as the moray eel. This is Reapers #P02948B set. This is one of those miniatures that have been languishing on my workbench.
  • Ratio HO-Gauge Trackside Buildings
    507 Grounded Van Body
    524 Weighbridge and Hut
  • Reaper’s walking fish thingy; Reaper #P03612A

Completed Projects

Reaper Miniatures
#03608: Aquatic Familiars II
Sea Monster (Aberration)
Octopus (Aberration)
Warhammer Dreadfleet
Graveyard - Leech Wyrm
Warhammer Orc Arachnarok Spider – Trees
Bombshell Miniatures
Pumpkin Buddy

Ristuls Market Halloween Basing Kit (10 resin miniatures)