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Posted: Sunday, Jan 19, 2014 at 9:46 PM
I wish i would of had the money to go down, but wish everyone fun and some good luck.

Nebseni Hammerhand
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Posted: Thursday, Jan 23, 2014 at 7:33 AM
They say that those who start into the abyss should take care, for the abyss stares back.

They say that Amoy, called 'red eye' in his youth, was marked for greatness from his birth, born albino, born with a caul... born with a twisted spine that wracked him with pain from his first breath.

They say that from his first words he showed great intellect and fascination with the embalmer's craft.

They say it was these whispers of his mighty destiny, or the ill concealed pity at his wretched body that surrounded him that prompted the pride that lead to his fall, earning him the name Amoi the Accursed.

Nonetheless his tale is one of greatness. Greatness both in the cause of light and truth, and of darkness and despair.

He fought against the foes of Aegyptus in the warband of Paketh of the gloom, perfecting his skills and earning great renown until, suspecting the corruption that mighty harbinger was descending into, he departed.

Seeking something he could not describe even to himself, he quested both alone and joining for a time with others, seeking knowledge of life and death, and understanding of the Eater of the Dead in order to somehow contrive that vile power's ultimate overthrow.

He had heard of the Book of the Dead and obsessively sought to gain as much information as he could on this long lost magical tome.

He scoured the libraries of the collage of embalmers and it was not enough.

He tried to gain access to the archives at Hermiopolis but was denied by its feathered guardians.

In desperation he returned to Paketh, now falled far from the path of Maat, and travelled with him, always seeking deeper knowledge, no matter what source it came from.

With these companions around him, it is said, he delved too deep into unclean and forbidden knowledge, and maybe that was his doom, and the doom of many other poor souls now writhing in Tuat because of him.

Finally, after many years questing, his body weakened with age and his many trials, he recovered the Book of the Dead, bringing it back to the Collage of Embalmers in triumph.

With it, he increased his understanding and his power grew even more... and his frustration, for it was not enough. Not enough. The power of the Eater waxed as Aegyptus tore itself apart.

Then he heard that the lost city of Ankara had been rediscovered.

Like so many others he set off for the lost city, but his objective was not treasure or glory

As a pup, he had heard an old family legend telling of a mighty ancestor of his house, a Harbinger of Anubis named Anupu, reputedly holder of the Staff of Upuaut - Opener of the Ways.

In the story he had fought against the Eater in the first battle for Ankara but had fallen in battle or been lost in it's aftermath along with his entire warband and the relic itself.

He would find the staff.

Find it and ensure his ancestor's rest.

After moons of searching... moons of danger avoiding the feuding warbands and groups of the unquiet dead he found the resting place of the staff and its last owner.

They had perished in battle, fighting the numberless legions of the dead raised by the necromancers.

Every anubi was in his place, all their wounds to the front, fallen like stones in their ranks. The dead defiled by the Eater were mounded up around them like waves on the shore, the highest around mighty Anupu himself.

Then the sandstorm raised by Set had covered them, entombing them for millennia, locked in battle.

Amoi performed the rites of his order on Anupu and his warband, and as many of their enemy as he could.

Then, secure in his knowledge, in his power, in his pride, he took up the staff of Upuaut and on that unholy ground, called upon its power.

He stared into the abyss and it swallowed him whole.


The column of troops marched slowly north through the desolation of the Red Land far to the east of the life giving Nile. A trio of vultures circled for a while but drifted away eventually, discouraged as none of the moving meals looked like stopping anytime soon.

Two chariots and over a hundred foot marched under tattered red banners without pause under the blazing sun. They had been travelling for days, marching day and night, bypassing waterholes, one of the chariots scouting ahead as they avoiding all contact.

If the vultures had descended close enough to notice they would have fled as fast as the winds could take them... if a malicious arrow did not pluck them from the sky. There was no food for them here. The travellers in such haste and secrecy were dead.

All but one.

Creaking bone and ragged linen wrappings. Dried sinew and shreds of muscle animated by an unholy hunger and burning hatred for all that lived.

All but one, who still lived.

After a fashion.

"This flesh is weak." rasped Amoi, huddled in the chariot car to avoid the sun that flayed his pale skin.

"Then thou shouldst join me. I feel no pain or thirst," replied the driver of the chariot, a giant cadaverous anubi, scarred flesh dessicated by the desert, eye-sockets deeply shadowed by his battle helm and lit by a spark of unlife.

"Then wouldst thou suffer no more, and I would not hate thee so, pup of my pup." continued the Dark Harbinger.

The living anubi took a small sip from the waterskin slung over his shoulder. "Feh, I am not your kin. Only this shell, which still holds you dear and would put you to rest if it could."

"Maybe I should slay you now." mused Anupu.

"You need me, as I need you." Amoi rasped, clutching his staff, topped with a giant ankh carved from the bone of some long forgotten beast.

For a long moment the Dark Harbinger stared at his descendent, taloned fingers clenching and unclenching on the reins, but whatever he was about to say or do was lost when the other chariot of his force rattled over a dune, the passenger waving energetically to his master.

Their prey was in sight.

The Red Harvest had come to Canaan.


They say Amoi is damned and accursed. Lost forever to Tuat or worse, and dragging many others down with him.

But some say he still struggles against the Eater. That he still has a destiny to fullfill and one day will strike a mighty blow against that dark power.

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Posted: Sunday, Jan 26, 2014 at 1:24 AM
Thanks for a great weekend Erik

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Posted: Sunday, Jan 26, 2014 at 3:15 AM
Same from me.

Thanks for a great weekend Erik, and thank you to everyone who made the effort to attend, I enjoyed all my games over the weekend, and hope to see some of the photos that were taken up soon.

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Posted: Sunday, Jan 26, 2014 at 4:49 AM Edited on 2014-01-26 15:54:10.0
Thanks to everyone for attending. I think the tournament went very well. I'll try and put the players pack online for anyone who is interested to see it.

Tournament Results:

  • Champion of Ra (1st overall) - Mark
  • Herald of Ra (2nd overall) - Barry
  • Worst Luck - Darcy
  • Champion of Horus (best general) - Mark
  • Champion of Khanum (best sport) - Shane
  • Champion of Bast (best painted) - Drew

Thanks again to Gus of Zepnix Wargames for providing prize support. Thanks also to Barry for providing event minitures (he had a few different options from perivoous years, plus decks of printed Master of Words and Necromancer spells that he'd made up).

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Posted: Wednesday, Jan 29, 2014 at 10:34 PM
Would love to see the photos from Cancon pitty it was just not possible for me to get there this year moved another 900 kms away :-(

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Posted: Wednesday, Jan 29, 2014 at 10:42 PM
Barry took quite a few pictures, so hopefully he'll put them up sometime soon. Not sure if anyone else took many...

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Posted: Thursday, Jan 30, 2014 at 4:19 AM
Thanks Erik, everyone. It was the best tourney I have entered.

I had a great time.

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Posted: Saturday, Feb 08, 2014 at 1:50 PM
I would love to see some pictures, are there some to find in the web?

cheers Thomas

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Posted: Friday, Feb 14, 2014 at 9:26 PM
rabbitz said:
Alas, I'm in Perth. I have quite a lot of figures, just lacking in people willing to play or teach the game.

Off the top of my head I have roughly 40-50 Tethru 40-50 Typhon 15-20 Sobeki 30-40 Basti 10-20 Asar 20-30 Nekharu

So lots to try out if I can find someone willing to give something other then Warhammer or Warmachine a go

Rabbitz - I'm in Perth...

...somewhat rusty having been diverted from practically all aspects of the hobby for a long time, but certainly willing get some games happening.

I have a lot of scenery (used to run Tournies) and a few armies so we just need tabletop!

Perhaps we can put on some demo's to tempt those WH/WM players you mention.

PM on it's way.

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Posted: Saturday, Feb 15, 2014 at 5:54 PM
Welcome back to OZ sandfly ;)

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