A carrier pigeon note from Felstad

Dear Mother,
I trust this finds you well. We had a fine journey from the Inn in spite of the gales and ice underfoot.
We have found some treasure and Arold has found a lovely lamp which he is cleaning as I write.
I will be home soon.All well.
Simon

New Blog

Two of my daughters have just started a blog,pop by for a look-
http://www.toastedavocado.blogspot.co.uk/
p.s The girls and I cannot work out how to get folk to follow their blog ( and how to get the followers gadget I have) can you help?

The Guild of St Sebastian - some Frostgrave fellows

Erik (Enchanter) looking pensive as ever as he contemplates the forthcoming trip from Tradgardstadt to Felstad.Behind him stands the ever deferential Olaf (Apprentice) with his head buried in a book.He dreams of grimoires,maps and lost books  to add to his newly started collection.

  Brothers Sven and Rolfe (Crossbowmen) first and second in this year's Annual Guild Shooting Contest (held upon the Feast of St Sebastian) are ready for whatever awaits amongst the frozen wastes.

Arnie and Arold (Thieves) are pot scourers,spit turners and rat catchers from the Guild kitchens. They are glad of a change of scene ( robbing opportunities) from the daily drudgery that is their lot.

Ulf and Simon (Men at Arms) by night bouncers at the "Slann's Head Inn" and by day self styled warriors. They have equipped themselves with cheap and nasty armour from Old Ma Sigrid's Armoury to the Stars. Tooled up and ready to go they can hardly contain themselves...

Now the new boys - Old Albert (winner of the Annual Guild Shooting Contest ten years in a row many,many seasons ago) has come out of retirement to wield the Magic Crossbow found on the last expedition. He,it goes without saying,is a Marksman.

Finally young Simon ( Archer) a fresh faced apprentice and enthusiastic bowman remains quietly confident about his first Felstad visit.

St Sebastian remember them...

The next day...

The next day sees the field empty.Passers by wonder if they had only imagined the placid beast that was in the field. Yet he was there until early that morning...

As dawn had broken, some pandours from the The Empire had taken the beast from the field and led him away,muskets at the ready should anyone try and stop them-

As to where or why no one knows.

Near the Grove of Poiseidon,Tradgardstadt...

A typical Sunday in the Duchy of Tradgardland-

A fencing master and his pupil improve their swordsmanship together, unaware of the then empty field that lies just beyond the grove.
Some time later two golfers pause to look at the strange creature in the field.They have never seen anything like it before.

Later on,as evening comes, an officer pauses on his way to Compline,to check the beast is well. On the Duke's orders he gives it some fruit and vegetables and bids it a peaceful night before going on his way.

Family time

My eldest offered to help repaint some of the old toy soldiers I had bought off ebay-

We had a most companionable afternoon painting and chatting together.

I brought forth the grey paint and had a go at the Cameronians whilst Zoe went for a line regiment. "Vanished Armies " by Haswell Miller is a great inspiration to us both.

First Frostgrave

Yesterday I had my first game of Frostgrave and it was most enjoyable.All figures and terrain ( apart from the fog) are Richard's excellent work.

My Enchanter and his two Men at Arms skulk amidst the ruins.

The Apprentice and two crossbowman hide behind the fog.

Beware of the fearsome Ice Toad!

Thanks go to Richard for initiating me into the game and helping me stat up a warband.

I found the game really engrossing and became involved in the action in a way that reminded me of the D&D  I played thirty or more years ago . I am off to try and get some figures together myself. Give the game a try you wont regret it!