There’s been a lot of skirmish going on in my area lately. There are actually 2 separate campaigns going on, and I’ve used my overlords for both. One campaign is just the Shadespire campaign from the skirmish book, but the other is narrative and gives players rewards for writing background for their warbands and updating it as the games progress.

I started out with:

·         1 Endrinmaster

·         3 Arkanauts (Captain, Skypike, and Skyhook)

·         1 Endrinrigger

          Bjorn Stonegear spent a career rising up through the ranks of the Endrineers Guild in the fleets of Barak Zylphin before hanging up his hammer and founding Stonegear’s Discount Ship Repair and Odd Jobs. Things went well for a while, but Bjorn isn’t made for the quiet life. He dreams of one day earning enough to start his own skyfleet, so Bjorn started taking doing much more than just patching up damaged vessels. Now he never turns down a job as long as the price is right (and truth be told, he still likes the excitement). He and his associates sail all over the mortal realms for whoever will pay them, hunting for lost treasure and forgotten holds.

I played and beat Skaven and Khorne in the first month, claiming the treasure from Fallen Star Mountain.

          Bjorn Stonegear hurried in through the back alley that lead to the rear entrance to Stonegear’s Discount Ship Repair and Odd Jobs, followed closely by his son Bork and brother Berulf who lugged a large wooden chest between them. As Bjorn flipped the sign hanging in the front window from “Open” to “Away for a Pint”, his companions kicked away random Atheric-instruments and half repaired Enderin-parts and dropped the chest on the ground, its massive padlock clanking loudly. A quick cut from Bork’s Aethermatic Saw and the rusted padlock fell away. Bjorn lifted the lid and a grin split his craggy face. Piles of silver and gold coins and sparkling jewels filled the chest.
          “With profits like this from adventuring, we hardly need the shop anymore!” exclaimed Bork.
          “Aye, but there are worse things out there than what we saw,” grumbled Bjorn. “If we mean to stay alive and pulling in contracts, we need more crew. Take out your shares. It’s time to make another investment.”
          Their foray to the Mountain of the Fallen Star had been a success but it was not without cost. Arkanauts Toki and Topi were both still in the medical bay of Durin’s Thunder, their hired frigate. One concussed by the blow from a daemonic Khorne blade and the other nursing a gangrenous arm courtesy of a mob of plague monks. Both would recover, but Bjorn knew they might not be so lucky next time.
          The next day Bjorn sat at a table in the corner of his favorite bar, a tankard of ale in his hand. An equally long bearded dwarf slid into the stool next to him. The newcomer wore a chain with an insignia identifying him as a Custodian of the Skywarden’s guild.
          “Custodian Farin” Bjorn nodded at his new drinking partner.
          “I hear you have a contract for me and my lads”
          “I do,” responded Bjorn, pulling a long scroll of parchment from his jacket and sliding it across the table.
          Farin spent several long minutes reading over the details of the document. He read every word before finally looking up and saying, “Payment up front”.