Castle Xyntillan Journal - Part Two

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The Second Expedition, June 16, 2026 

Two weeks have passed since my previous expedition into the Castle Malevol (I must apologize to the family, as I finally came across materials with which I could confirm the spelling of the name; previous errors will remain intact, as we are learning creatures). 

I have assembled a new party: once more I was joined by Quirky the Elven Fighter. In addition, another fighter was recruited – a human by the name of Whim (“The Almost Wise”). With him came Carl, a human cleric. To which gods he prays I do not know. With them, we paid the coin for a fighting man, Margard, and a torch bearer, Noz.  

Rumours Learned in the City 

We courted and paid the rumor mongers in town, learning the following: 

“There are multiple libraries and laboratories in the castle.” 

“The ancient incantation ‘pho gig’ will keep the lesser undead at bay.” 

Courtyard Developments 

The castle courtyard was mostly as we left it during our previous delve. Notably, the sarcophagus lid was restored to its position. Also, the ravens are still present. I offered them tidbits from my rations. The birds ignored everything save for the jerky. Next time, I will bring them more meat. Whim also suggested shiny trinkets, so I left ten copper coins as we were leaving. It may take time, but I believe I may be able to befriend them, and commune with them as my people do to learn more of the castle and its environs.  

Skeletons in the Stables 

With a larger party, I proposed a plan to deal with the skeletons in the stables. The fighters rushed in, giving us surprise. Two skeletons were hewed down before they could react, evening the odds for our party. They then gained the initiative, wounding Quirky. Carl uttered the censure prayer, turning the rest which we then easily disposed of. Unfortunately, our hired blade Margard fell alongside the animated bones. I will see to it that his family is informed of his death, and I will spare some gold so that the townsfolk know I am a gnome of good disposition as a poor reputation can ruin many things.  

Our fellowship recovered their spears, as well as a full suit of plate mail. Time was taken to clean it, and Whim doffed his ring mail, favoring the greater protection of the hammered steel plate. In exchange, he ventured that he will be the first into rooms to the great acclaim of my companions.  

On the wall hung a poster advertising a bounty for Claude Malevol. No doubt, something “malevolent.” Some three thousand pieces of gold will go to they who can bring in Claude Malevol, dead or alive.  

A trunk also occupied this room. I spend some time examining it before deeming it safe. Inside were more of these posters as I described above. They should make good kindling.  

Lastly, a final ominous discovery. In this chamber we chanced upon a tattered banneret. A gules field featuring a decapitated head. Is this the heraldry of the Malevol family? I will attempt further inquiries.  

From the Eastern Rose Garden Door 

Previously, we took the western door from the Rose Garden into the tool shed, and discovered a secret door. This time we entered the dungeon through the eastern door.  

The first chamber is approximately 50’ by 20’ running north-south. Few things of interest were in this chamber, unless you consider rags and a broken chair leg interesting? Perhaps I’ll have a closer look at it on a future expedition... Besides the entryway, doors exit to the north, east, and south.  

The south door brings you to another chamber that I reckon is once again about 50’ by 20’, while an exit door occupies the south corner.  

Following it leads to a chamber of about 30’ by 30’. There are two doors on the eastern wall. Rotting banners in the same red and severed head (headraldry?) hang by tatters from the walls.  

The southernmost door here opens into a hallway. Our torchlight did not reach its end, and we did not explore further at this time.  

The door above it opens into what appears to be a small armoury. Racks of weapons and armors were present. I am no expert, but they seemed to be in good enough condition. These we bundled up, so that we wouldn’t return to town empty-handed. On my next visit to these ruins, I plan to bring a cart and mule to make carrying our booty much easier. And perhaps a groom to manage the animal? Adventuring costs add up quickly it would seem.  

Four training dummies are also here. We investigated them with spear and ten-foot pole, and they were deemed to not be a threat.  

Notably, a loud banging could be heard. On the western wall are two metal doors. The loud banging seems to be coming from the southern door. My attempts to listen were futile, and we attempted to knock out a rhythm to which a sentient creature might respond. This seemed to do nothing to abate the banging noise from that chamber. 

Smashing the padlock on the northern door, we opened it to see a creature in cell of about 10’ by 10’ and not a hair more. Something like a turtle or armadillo, but with twin tails, pair of antennae and burnt orange scales. Quirky identified it as a rust monster. Knowing what one is from stories my granddad shared, we decided to spike this door shut. It made no movement as we did so, and I am not entirely sure if it was still living. Whim hypothesized about why a create that eats metal would be trapped, but I cautioned that such questions gives one headaches that only good brandy can solve. For now, this mystery remains unsolved.  

The bundles we brought to the broken gate. About halfway through moving the arms and armor, we encountered a fright! A hazy red spectre presented itself, demanding a sacrifice of blood. Thinking quickly, I drew blood from my palm and flung it as an offering to the ghast, which he found pleasing. He bade us, “Hugo counts you as a friend.” Is Hugo one of the Malevols? This bears further investigation.  

While hauling another lot of loot, a gang of servants dressed in livery meandered down the hall. Not one of them bore a head. They advised, “You don’t look like a servant or a master.” We informed them thus that we are friends of Hugo, which they questioned. However, as a keen observer of the tall folk, I understood that servants and lordlings have a one-sided relationship. Bearing this in mind, I chastised the headless man, which snapped him into shape! My advice to future delvers – do not let the help question you. I may not get the World of Men, but I will adapt to their ways as the situation merits. Gold does not care! 

Finally, on our last trip to strip the armoury of its wealth, we once again encountered those black-clad figures; five in total. They made to take our haul, to which we decided to let them. At this point, we didn’t wish for any more trouble. To our nervous surprise, they followed us to the broken gate and placed those goods with the rest. Does this mean they are to be trusted? I do not think as such, and I would suggest to other would-be delvers to accept their help with caution, and watch for a dagger to your back! 

Of Note 

Bring the ravens meat and trinkets. I believe they know things about this castle. It will be worth the time to earn their trust.  

Acquire either a cart, a mule, and perhaps a groom to manage the animal. If there is more loot like that in the armoury, it is simply much too much with which to bother crawlers! Spending coin here is sure to save on future troubles; most notably a free sword arm! 

Continue with Part Three.

-Daz

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Castle Xyntillan Journal - Part One

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Expeditions to the Ancient Castle Malabeaux 

A true and accurate accounting by Norg Leadbelly, Gnomish Treasure Hunter 

Foreword 

I am Norg Leadbelly, sometimes known as Norg Nine-fingers, and at other times Norg the Tinker, or Norggert Nimblethumb. Some may consider me a petty thief, and while it is true I have done my share of second-story work, I am also a treasure finder and adventurer. 

What follows are the true and accurate accountings of my expeditions into the ruins of Castle Malabeaux. Where possible and reasonable, I recollect my impressions and memories of these ruins. If you have found this, I am dead. Toast to my memory if this memoir aids your adventures. If you have paid for this, I am alive, and you have paid a fair price! No refunds! May Garl Glittergold smile upon you and yours.  

Rumours Learned in the City 

While asking after the castle ruins and surrounding environs in the New City, I heard many tales from a cast of unsavory characters who I am quick to forget. The choicest morsels follow.  

“If you see the sign of the cross, you can rest safely.” 

“The ancient forest cult is working in the mountains, beware the stone circles.” 

“A party recently went out and saw undead monks chanting in a chapel.” 

“Someone sold old wine they scavenged from the castle.” 

“The long-lived Malabeaux family has been producing wine for centuries.” 

The First Expedition, June 2nd 2026 

My first foray into the castle was made with my companion, Quirky the Elf Fighter. She was well provisioned, wielding a halberd, battle axe, and spear she claimed is magical. The Elven Damsel was also appointed with torches and other mundane goods expected of an adventuring companion. She fought well when needed and showed good judgement. A fledgling, I tried my best to impart upon her the importance of mapping and avoiding messy confrontations.  

The Castle Courtyard 

A cobblestone road leads up the castle gate. The gate was destroyed long ago and is a heap of rubble. It is easy enough to climb over, even for one of smaller stature like myself. 

The cobblestone road leads around to the rear of the castle. A bridge or other structure connects at the rear. At this time, it remains unexplored.  

The castle exterior is in disrepair. It is falling apart, mossy, and gargoyle statues and ravens watch the comings and goings. Arrow slits, otherwise known as “murder holes,” survey the inner courtyard. I suspect the ravens are watchers for a power within the castle ruins.  

The north courtyard contained a large, overgrown rose garden. A ten-foot climb is required, but it is easy enough. My companion and I used the ladder from the stable hayloft to make this easier. The garden contained roses that emit a sleeping perfume. Arms and legs were buried here which attempt to trip and disrupt adventurers. Both were burned out with oil and fire. It is no longer a threat.  

To the west of the rose garden is a garden shed. It contains a secret passage into the castle, which I have further detailed in the next section of my notes. Otherwise, the shed contains a variety of garden tools. An exit also leads south, and remains unexplored.  

In the middle north of the courtyard is a pond, shallow and clear enough to be wadable. A small island sits in the middle, with a pavilion at the center. A stone sarcophagus is here. It is inscribed with the name “Tristano Malabeaux.” And inscription reads, “The Love Lost.” An icon of four handprints is on the lid. The prints are the same size. An entity, finely dressed, was loosed upon our first visit. He lamented that he wasn’t brought a woman for courting and took his backpack and left through the ruined gate. If you hear of a four-armed man in your travels, it is likely to be Tristano. I thought him kind, if not odd.  

To the east of the pond is a stone statue of a young woman wearing robes. Her arm is outstretched, and palm upward. Her expression is wistful, and she is classically depicted.   

To the south and east of the pond are two small guard posts. Each post contained one animated skeleton, armed with a halberd. Each was subdued, and relieved of their halberds, to be sold for extra coin. To the east of the posts are large double doors, presumably the main entrance to the castle. At this time, they remain unopened.  

South of the pond is a small garden. The scarecrow is only half intact and is missing its legs. In the garden grow potatoes. The potatoes are unsampled. If you try them, please tell me how they turn out! 

South of the garden are stables. The stables are empty. A refuse pile is there. Disturbed by a ten foot pole, vermin spilled out but nothing more. A ladder leads up to a loft. A saddle bag was found here, containing a bottle of “fiery wine.” Back at town, we were able to identify it as a potion of greater healing. Or was it superior? Either way, it went to my companion, Quirky.  

Connected to the stables is a forge, with a stoked burning fire. Upon entering, a hammer flew at me. Iron ingots were suspended in the air around the forge. Attempting to remove them resulted in the hammer flying at me again. I buried the hammer in the dirt floor of the stable and removed the ingots.  

To the east of the stables is a door. On the other side we found seven animated skeletons. They appeared to be taking target practice with an eighth figure, suspended by rope from the rafters. The figure is wearing plate armor, and the skeletons were taking turns to hurl a spear into the figure’s chest. We remained unnoticed, and I sealed the door with an iron spike. 

Beyond the Secret Door 

Starting in the rose garden shed, you will need a torch.  

The first room contains a bar. We encountered apparitions, engaged in a discussion on what to do with the living. When I stepped out of the shadows to engage them in polite discussion, they melted away into ectoplasm. I recovered a bottle of “ghost gin.” The label says there is enough for three servings. I haven’t mustered the courage to try the spirits. A door leads to the north.  

The door is clearly labeled, “Do Not Disturb.” Inside this room are eight cradles. Before entering, I could hear the sounds of a lullaby being sung, followed by a baby’s laughter. My companion and I passed through, heeding the message of the sign. On the walls hung many daggers. Our imaginations suggested many ways those daggers might react to a disturbance. This chamber exits to the northeast.  

From the nursery you will come into a large hall which runs north to south. About 30 feet north there is a door on the west wall. The hallway continues further north, with another door on the western wall. The hallway turns to the right, too, and continues eastward until it turns to the south. We did not explore further in that direction. While in the hallway, we could hear the cry of a wolf. Sadly, pinpointing the direction of the howl was impossible, as the cry seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.  

The first door north of the nursery contains what appears to be an armoury. Seven rotting, standing bodies polish spears. An enormous floating head, the size of a boulder, floats here observing the maintenance. We were able to exit before being noticed until the last moment, when it called out a query, “What are you doing here?” I spiked the door shut and we were not pursued.  

North of the armoury was a room containing a multitude of things. Fluttering white sheets at the walls, framing a swarm of severed hands. The hands are chasing after a sparkling small thunder cloud. At the center of this thunderhead is a purple heart-shaped bottle. My companion and I both tried to snatch it up with sacks, but to no avail. We managed to flee.  

The hallway also heads southward before turning a corner to the east. Rounding this corner, I espied a group of men in finery. Sneaking close, I eavesdropped on their conversation. The five men were plotting to create a scandal against the performer Matricia Malabeaux. Their plan is to ruin her performance by mistuning a piano key to make it appear that she made an error in her performance. It is unknown when the performance is to take place.  

Of Note 

When leaving the castle grounds, we encountered a small party of man-sized figures. There were four or five. Our torches extinguished, no features could be made out in the darkness. They appeared to be covered from head to toe in heavy clothing. Hugging the walls of the bar room, they passed us by and continued into the nursery. By Garl’s glittering beard, I am thankful for this.  

The halberds and ingots were sold for twenty pieces of gold, which were split evenly with my companion. I gifted her the healing wine, and I retained the gin. 

Continue with Part Two.

-Daz

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January 27, 2026

 It has been a hell of a time, y'all. We had a huge winter storm here in Texas (and across the country, I know), which shut things down for a few days as we waited for the ice to thaw. Just today I got out and shoveled the remaining ice and slush from my driveway so that we can get my daughter to school. 

On top of that, my entire family succumbed to a bug that's been going around -- it was horrible and I don't recommend the experience whatsoever. I was laid up in bed for two solid days. I didn't eat and could barely drink but thankfully my partner nursed me through it. I'm still not 100% but I definitely am feeling a lot better (NyQuil helps). 

I've been thinking about what is the "best" one shot to introduce players to a game like Dungeons and Dragons and its ilk. With some many systems out there, I think it's hard to choose. Even D&D has six editions from which to choose, which to me just complicates things further. I like 5e, but I also think it's overly complex in areas where that's not needed. 

I also really like 1e and 2e, probably because those are what I grew up playing. And of course, there are modern options like OSE, Shadowdark (a personal favorite), DCC, and so forth. Each has its own complications and advantages, which doesn't really make things any easier, sadly. 

There has been zero progress with 40K second edition materials. I still need to get a printer cartridge. I meant to order one, but I forgot. I'm going to try and pick one up tomorrow when we stop by the big box store after school drop off. I want to make strategy cards. In addition, I need to print Ork psychic powers, and whatever powers Dave will need for his Crimson Fists. I'm not looking forward to that, I'll be honest, as space marines have access to some of the best powers in second edition, probably behind the Eldar. I also need to make a warp deck, and I've been thinking of how to do that with playing cards. If not, I'll just make some and sleeve them in penny sleeves, which should get me by. Lastly, I want to order some tokens and templates that I've seen on eBay and Etsy that look nice. I'd like to also make the other hand outs, but I'm trying to keep things focused on the essentials for the time being. 

No painting has been done since last week, as I've been either too sick or busy or motivated to sit down and get it done. However, I'm not going to let that sit idle for too long. There are things on my desk I want to finish up. In addition, I will need two minderz for my Weirdboy so I need to make something happen. I have a couple of monopose ork boyz left, and I'm thinking of lightly converting them and giving them back banners to make them special. 

-Daz

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January 20, 2026

Yesterday was a holiday, so neither writing or working out was done. Instead, I lazed about the house for the day. It was peaceful and relaxing. I made red beans and rice for dinner. Things were a little thin as a I added too much water. 

Last Sunday I played second edition 40K with David. For the third time, his Crimson Fists matched wits with my Blood Axe Orks. I was playing Hold the Line as my mission and David drew Dawn Raid. We previously agreed to 1250 points. Since marines are such a low model count in second edition, my strategy was to surge forward so that it would be difficult for his forces to reach the halfway mark for his mission objective. We didn't use Strategy Cards as my printer was out of ink so I never got to finish making them. Next time, hopefully.

My list included my warlord, Kolonel Krump, a Mekaniak, Painboy, Runtherd, two mobs of boyz, two large mobs of grots, a mob of nobz in 'eavy armor, a battlewagon, warbike, dreadnought and artillery (smasha gun and pulsa rokkit). In second edition, Orks had to take a Mek to field vehicles, a Painboy (and Mek) to field a dreadnought, and a Runtherd to field artillery. I also use Runtherds in grot mobs to boost their leadership since they are often outside the leadership bubble of the Warboss. 

For the first two turns my army surged forward, filling up no man's land with green bodies. My light armor was immediately a threat (as intended), and the vehicles did their job of peeling away some bodies while taking a lot of shooting in the first round. 

Dave was only fielding one Tactical Squad, five terminators, a dreadnought, a Rapier weapons platform with three characters making up his command -- a Chapter Master, Techmarine (required for vehicles in this edition), and an Apothecary. Since the dreadnought was with the terminators on my right flank, I spent my shooting for the first couple of turns focused on whittling down the Tactical Space Marines. Thanks to the mass of fire I kept sending his way, the ten marines were burned down, as well as the Apothecary. 

The Chapter Master only took one wound before he waded into one of the gretchen mobs by turn three. I was happy to keep him locked into combat to keep him tied up. On the other hand, dealing with the dreadnought and terminators was brutal. The Crimson Fist dreadnought traded shots with my own Ork dreadnought, each damaging the other, until mine caught fired and was rendered immobile. 

The other mob of grots did their duty and absorbed two volleys of storm bolter fire. And while they did break after the first round of fire, they rallied and regrouped back into the fray. The Blood Axe Boyz and Kolonel Krump avoided shooting until the end of the game; during turn four I moved Da Kolonel into range so that he could toss his squig stikkbomb (Da Kolonel's Gambit). While it hit the dreadnought, it failed to do any damage. In return, the terminators shot up the squad and routing the squad (humiliating, I know). 

By the end of Crimson Fist Turn Four, only the Chapter Master, Dreadnought and Terminators were left standing. The Tactical Squad, Apothecary, and Rapier weapons platform were destroyed. On the Ork side, a few mobs were whittled down, as well as a war bike and Snakebites Boss. Dave secured more victory points than me, but I was able to secure my mission objective while denying the Crimson Fists their own. This allowed me to pull ahead and secure a 9-7 victory for the Orks. 

Overall, I think Dave played very well. We've been playing Warhammer together for nearly 20 years, and he's a player that succeeds by playing to the mission. I think in this case I was able to corral the heavy units in his list, which made him rethink committing them deeper into the table. Had he spent just one more turn advancing the dreadnought and TDA, the game could've been his. And while the Orks took heavy losses (mostly grots, so it doesn't really count), I succeeded in my goal to deny him his Dawn Raid mission, which, in turn, also ensured the success of my Hold the Line mission. 

For our next game, we are going to move to 1500 points, as well as introducing pskyers! We've been building up slowly so that we could focus on relearning the rules and fundamentals, so this should be interesting. In addition, I should be able to complete strategy cards for us to use. as well as what we will need for the Psychic Phase (Warp Cards and the psychic powers decks). 

For my next 250 points, I plan to add a Weirdboy so that I have some psychic potential on my side. I'm not sure what to do with the rest. I'm thinking of what kind of firepower I can add since I will be struggling with dreadnoughts and terminators again!

-Daz

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January 17, 2026

I've been meaning to write daily, Monday through Friday, but I had to skip yesterday. Since I also write for my day job, The extra hour I've been spending on my blog has put extra stress on my hands and wrists. And yesterday I was in pain from the strain. So instead of risking further injury, I took the night off. Today I'm working on it to make up for that deficiency. 

It's felt good to be writing for myself again. After spending the last 20 years writing as a corporate mercenary, it's a liberating feeling to be writing without any specific purpose other than the joy of it. Which, honestly, is how things should be. And while there are specific things I want to accomplish with this blog, I am in no rush to manifest them. Instead, I plan to take things slowly and see how they develop organically. All too often it seems that people rush into their creative pursuits and burn themselves out. That has certainly happened to me over the years. 

Besides writing, I've also kept up with my workouts through the week. I was on a good cadence before, but we had a car wreck a couple of years ago and that put me off. I had physical therapy, and then life just started happening again and I never made the time. Ultimately, I'd like to shed the extra weight that crept back up and stay strong. One thing that I want to avoid is what happened to Dad. By the end of his life, he had lost a lot of weight and was very thin and frail. It was a huge juxtaposition from how I knew him growing up -- a giant strapping man, full of strength. I don't want my kids to have that same experience. I hope that their memories of me aren't about how I looked at the end of my life, but of what we did together and how they felt doing so. 

Tomorrow, I have my first game of Warhammer 40,000 second edition for 2026. It will be my third game of this edition since that version was the current edition! Dave and I played two games last year before Christmas, and we will continue our escalation with a 1250 points game. I've been debating on whether I should take light vehicles and a small mob or if I should put all of those points into a looted tank. I'm leaning toward the former for two reasons. First, it's more models on the board with which I can overwhelm the lower number of space marines. Second, it's a way to help close the gap as my Orks close the gap across no man's land to get into melee. In the two previous games, I struggled to get the ladz into a proper scrap and I owe them this much!

On my painting table currently, I have a bunch of Steel Hussars space marines that I'm working on finishing up. They found themselves there last year, and I want to clear up some of these half-finished projects before I try to tackle anything new. I really love these old miniatures, and I want to get this army up to a size that is both playable but also has options for tactical flexibility. 

-Daz

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Concerning the Steel Hussars

"You may begin your report, Legate," spoke the senior Inquisitor, sat casually at the large meeting plinth which dominated the cramped room. An engine hummed somewhere off in the distance, and the plasteel walls of the room vibrated with a delicate percussion quite unlike a heartbeat. 

Nodding respectfully, the Legate allowed their carefully measured words to spill forth, filling the empty spaces of the room -- of which there were few. A number of high-ranking officials, many bearing symbols of Inquisitorial office, and in particular the Ordo Hereticus, regarded the speaker with various degrees of interest. It had been a long investigation after all. In fact, it was always a long investigation. 

Steel Hussars Veterans in Terminator Armor

Conception

The Steel Hussars are one of the many homebrew space marine chapters I've noodled around with over the years, and they are certainly one of the most sentimental for me. Way back in the mid-nineties, I spent hours poring over the newly released Codex: Ultramarines -- here was the one of the first codices of the second edition Warhammer 40,000, and I was ready for something new after collecting Space Orks throughout Rogue Trader. 

I already had a good amount of space marine miniatures by this point. I had a bunch of beakies from the Imperial Space Marines set, as well as the twenty monopose space marines that came in the new boxed set. But what to do with them?

What stood out to me was the concept of space marine crusades. These were presented a bit differently from how we think about them nowadays. Instead of a single chapter tearing across the galaxy, crusades as described in Codex: Ultramarines consisted of a coalition -- space marines of various allied chapters would second one or more squads to help muster the crusading army. This really appealed to my schoolboy sensibilities as I could barely stand to consistently paint more than a few figures. In this way Space Orks were a good choice as my main army during Rogue Trader. 

The many different chapters represented in the pamphlet found within the second edition box set was inspiring! There was so much to choose from, and many hours were devoted to fantasizing about the finished army, and how glorious it would look striding across the battlefields of my living room. 

On the other hand, I actually needed to start painting, and especially back then it was easier said than done. And in the meantime, I needed to choose which chapters I wanted to include. While I am a big fan of the Big Four -- Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Space Wolves, and Dark Angels -- I knew I wanted to avoid including them as I wanted to try some of my own ideas. 

Steel Hussars Veteran

The Red Lancers

Before the Steel Hussars there was the Red Lancers. I grew up around old fashioned wargaming, which frequently made use of chits, and hex maps, and charts (the charts!), and as a result I was frequently inspired by the real-life battles and armies which were often the subject of these games. 

In addition, my father grew up as an adopted orphan, and a side effect of that was he often struggled with his identity. Ethnically Polish, he took a deep and keen interest in the history of the homeland of his birth parents. And as a result, I often endured many a lecture learning this or that piece of trivia.

Here was my inspiration -- the Polish hussars, Europe's premier heavy calvary for decades, until the advent of reliable firearms. Making a rare order from a Games Workshop catalog, I used my pocket money to purchase 20-winged banners from the Kisvelite range. These would become my prototype space marines, and the progenitors for the future Steel Hussars. 

I didn't settle on the metallic armor initially. Being the '90s, and red being THE paint to use, I initially painted my first squad with full Blood Red armor. The job was a good 'un and I moved on to work on other chapters for my burgeoning crusade -- the Void Masters, Kadath Swords and more that I've forgotten in the decades since. 

When the Steel Hussars Arrived

After spending many happy years gaming with my space marines and other Warhammer armies, the 2000s began. And I hence discovered that girls are actually pretty cool. By this time, I had turned 18, and being the young shitheel that I was, struck out to start my life and try to figure things out for myself. As a result, Warhammer and other hobbies were hung up for a while as I stumbled through young adulthood. 

By 2008, at the encouragement of my wife, I got back into Warhammer after being away for close to a decade (and most of fourth edition). I picked up the fourth edition starter, and a few months later the newly available fifth edition of Warhammer:40,000. With the start to a small army, I started up my renegade space marine chapter, the Forgotten Sons. But after some eBay purchases, I was ready to start a loyalist army too. 

My thoughts drifted as I tried to decide which direction I wanted to head -- should I resurrect one of my earlier ideas? At this time, I was also reconciling with my father after being estranged throughout my late teens and early 20s. I thought it would be fun to do something to honor our recommitment to being father and son. This made me think back to the Red Lancers; while I liked the concept, I wanted something that might be easier to paint. And this is when the Steel Hussars arrived. 

When it comes to space marines, my main influence is the classic novel "Space Marine" by Ian Watson. It and "Deathwing" were very influential to how I have interpreted the culture of the Adeptus Astartes ever since. It made me start to think hard about what I wanted my space marines to be like. 

I knew I didn't want to slap people in the face with obvious influences (and don't get me started on the Big Four these days!), so I started giving thought to what an updated color scheme would look like. Preserving red was important as a nod to their "parent" chapter, but I settled on steel as an easy color to paint (made even easier with today's tools). A chapter badge would eventually come, especially once Forge World released their initial Raven Guard transfer sheet. 

The color scheme has updated over time. A lot of that is dictated by my personal tastes and what I find fun to paint. The core red and steel has remained, but since then I've added gold trim and accents, as well as checkers -- which I just find incredibly fun to paint! 

Steel Hussars Battle Brother, 4th Company

Lore of the Steel Hussars

Lore, on the other hand, has been slow to develop. For me, it's something that reveals itself to me as I work on a project like this. One thing I like about Warhammer lore is that it evolves, and you can never quite trust what you read or see or hear, as it's all propaganda or told from a particular point of view. Some things just start to fall into place and then the logic of the situation just seems to "click" and you form your own interpretation of events. And that's how it's been with the Steel Hussars. 

I'm unsure of the founding. They are probably pretty old, since I collect a lot of various marks of armor. But they aren't as old as the Second Founding, and neither the Third. The Steel Hussars were probably founded after the Fifth Founding, or even later. Records are inconclusive. 

I do know that personal heraldry is very important to the chapter, as it is a living record of the individual deeds of its brothers. When veterans are promoted to the First Company, they take on the name of their predecessor, with most dating back to the original founding of the chapter. At this point, veterans can and do proudly display their heraldry, the meaning of which is lost among outside observers. 

In addition, veterans cannot wear the traditional Codex Approved white helmet of a veteran until they are assigned to their first mission in Tactical Dreadnought Armor. When the honor does come, the Veteran Battle Brother recuses himself to the Reclusiasm, where under the guidance of the chapter's Chaplains they ritually paint their helmet white, while reciting the many deeds performed by their predecessors with whom they share their name. Amongst the Steel Hussars, this practice is known as "Taking the White," and is the highest honor most Veteran Space Marines will hope to achieve during their service.

Which legion do the Steel Hussars initially hail from? That is unknown. Many speculate that they are descendants of the Horde of Jaghatai, though I am unsure. I personally believe they are related to the Imperial Fists, especially as the "Space Marine" novel really inspired me as to how I think about their traditions. In their battle practice, the Steel Hussars don't favor any form of warfare over another, instead choosing a method which will end the conflict most quickly while completing their assigned objectives. 

Company markings are often simplified and stylized versions of the commanding Captain's personal heraldry. As a result, company markings across every company -- especially Battle Companies -- can change over time. These markings are often worn on the left kneepad. 

Field camouflage is frequently employed, especially among chapter "recon squads." For unknown reasons, the Steel Hussars recruit fewer scouts when compared to most space marine chapters. Due to this, Tactical Squads within Battle Companies, as well as the Reserve Companies of the sixth and seventh, as sometimes deployed in reconnaissance duties. Depending on the circumstances, these recon squads will utilize field camo suited to the fighting theater in which they find themselves, choosing from the many Chapter Approved options found within the Codex Astartes. 

-Daz

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January 14, 2026

 It was a busy day with work. A coworker who I earlier pegged as a snake continued to expose themselves (as a snake) in a channel that they must've forgot WE ALL HAVE ACCESS TO. As they have a habit of deleting their comments, I collected screenshots for future reference. But seriously fuck this guy. Working is hard enough, so there is no need to go around bashing other workers when the real enemy is management and owners. 

I recently finished reading "Paleomythic," a self-style "stone and sorcery" role playing game. Honestly? I think it rules. They use a trait system for building characters by describing their aptitudes. As someone who heavily larped "Vampire: the Masquerade" throughout the '90s I fell hard for that feature. Besides traits, the rest of character creation is pretty good, where you can customize your character by either gaining more traits at the expense of abilities (i.e. powers), or have more abilities and fewer traits. In addition, you can take up to two flaws to gain more traits. One thing that I like about flaws is that they correspond to a positive trait, so you can't take both.

The world building is pretty nice as well. There are plenty of details to stir the imagination, keeping the game firmly rooted in a world of pre-history. It is a game I'm dying to play, but I don't think I'll ever have the chance to get around to it. Thankfully, this was a library borrow from my local book depository, where the librarian in charge has curated a terrific little selection of RPG and wargaming books. 

Lastly, there are some hacks included in the book. My favorite is for advancing the technology of the game so that you can set games during the Hyborian Age. This really made me perk up as I think that's one of the most evocative types of settings for classic roleplay. But then again, I grew up on a steady diet of Howard and his contemporaries. 

I also finished "Barbarians of Lemuria." When I saw it in the library, I was stoked to grab it and add it to my armful of books. But once I cracked it open, I was more than a little disappointed. Everything that should have felt visceral and evocative felt tired and trite. The game systems felt underwhelming, as did the art and character options. Would it do a good job of evoking a swords and sorcery atmosphere? Sure. But I don't think I'd have a good time running the system let alone playing in the world. 

I also read through "Before the Tavern." It contains 100-character concepts for a bunch of genres, and it's flexible enough (allegedly) to bend then to adjacent spaces. Overall, this book was very disappointing. Maybe it's just because I'm old now, but the character concepts really felt like the gee whiz kind "lol random" character ideas you see in memes on social media. These are RPG shitposts. I was hoping to find mineable concepts to use as a game master, but there wasn't much in there I found useful. Honorable mention to Iguana Girl as a concept I would enjoy playing. She pretty much mirrors a camel expert NPC I used in when running "Pharoah" for my main gaming group. 

Dave texted me last night about playing second edition 40K. We've set up a game for this Sunday. After some thought, we settled on 1250 points. I'm debating on what to add to my army as we escalate our forces. I could take all of my Snakebites (a boss, some boyz and a trukk), or I can try to field my looted Leman Russ, "Gork's Fury." I feel that I might be lacking a bit of firepower, but we will see. The orks riding in a trukk would let me reach close combat faster. As it stands, Dave's been playing his Crimson Fists as more of a gunline, so it's been difficult for my infantry to reach hand-to-hand. And if the boyz can tie up a squad for a turn or two, that's a turn or two where rapid firing bolters aren't tearing up gretchen or space orks. I really want to write up a battle report, so I'll try to actually get some good pics of the game this time around, but no promises. 

-Daz 
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