Long each toiled, in ignorance of the other's efforts and struggle, but in time their paths crossed, and they knew of each's self appointed task. Each took their own route to their desired path, one using almost exclusively Games Workshop to create his soldiers, the other, any manufacturer who took his eye. Each admired the others work from afar, but considered that theirs was the true path, and lo it came to pass that they spoke of the question of who would rule triumphant being settle uponst the fields of battle.
Many moons more passed. And much talk was had, but no battle arose. In time Games Workshop more than just forgot its' past, it destroyed its' present too. And Warhammer was no more.
In time this spurred the generals on, for lo, Kings of War stepped up to take the mantle of Warhammer and provide a realistic prospect of facing their armies off across the scorched fields of combat. And so it came to pass that two mighty armies....
Also many moons ago. Well, three anyway.
Yes so, cod-fantasy twaddle aside, Myself and Matt finally arranged a game of Kings of War between our Dogs of War armies, a.k.a Kingdoms of Men and assorted allies. The oft discussed 'Dog-off' happened nigh on three months ago, but I'd sat on the report through writers block/gaming apathy until now. I can't as a result be too exhaustive on the details of the battle; but I can provide a ton of pretty pictures...
|Matts, he had a lake to contend with|
|Some of Matt's classic metals and converted plastics|
|For my part, Perry's take the place of rare GW mini's|
I have no doubt there will be a rematch, probably around the time of the next blood moon!