Working left to right the whole warband is:

Abel (youngblood). Weilding a hammer and sword Abel is an expert swordsman with a tendancy to injure his victims. Surprisingly strong for one so young. Unfortunately over zealous youthfullness means he tends to fluff a lot of his attacks. He’ll learn. Or die trying.

Brother Yardstick (champion). A new arrivee from the Mysterious Measuring Monks. Alas Brother Furlong passed away cleaved in twain by a rather irate dwarf clansman.

Pistol Marksman). One of Falke’s Fliers, he weilds a brace of pistols and boasts unerring accuracy both at range and in close.

Swordsman (Tibalt’s Tankers). Weilding hammer and sword, this furious swordsman delivers a flurry of attacks.

Longbow Marksman. Falke himself, reknowned for his accuracy, though his success rate has diminished of late.

Albertus Brandt (captain). Albertus weilds a duelling pistol and gromril hammer. Stronger, more aggressive and more ruthless in close combat since first entering Stadtheim. His light armour has more than proved it’s worth against Orc arrows.

Longbow Marksman, the latest addition to Falke’s Fliers already one kill to his name.

Hans (champion). Another new comer, the replacement for Dieter. Who was in turn a replacement for Reinhard. Something of a cursed seat at the table.

Swordsman (Harald’s Hitters), a newly recruited henchman ready to join the search for riches and glory.

Crossbow Marksman, lending some much needed power to Falke’s Fliers. A high kill rate for this one.

Wilber (youngblood), recently graduated to expert swordsman status. We shall see how this aids him, Wilber already having missed two battles through injuries.

And there you have it. Fame and glory awaits. Or at the very least enough coffers to hire a bloody big Ogre!

Hans is

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Stadtheim, a small port on the River Aver, was a fairly innocuous little town until a few years back. After the well documented events in Mordheim, many miles to the north, illicit wyrdstone trade routes sprang up right across the eastern Empire. Many tried their luck travelling down the River Stir, which passed through Mordheim itself. However the ‘Stir Run’ proved fateful for all who attempted it. Local militia and like-minded competition watched eagle-eyed day and night, slaughtering and dispossessing any who came to their grasp.

And so by strange misfortune it was to the gates of Stadtheim that the major southern route fell. Crossing Stirland on foot was no mean task, but from here the wyrdrunners could ride the river to Nuln and beyond in relative safety.

The flowing trade had changed Stadtheim from an unassuming burg to a bustling merchant haven. The Mayor expanded the city watch three fold to deal with the rising robbery crime, but otherwise did little to stop the flow of wyrdstone through his town’s limits. The local nobility benefited greatly from the growth, increasing their power and status through canny trade and careful employ of less tasteful methods.

It was in the purse of one such noble that Albertus had last served in Stadtheim. He’d been hired to track down a band of giant rats that had followed a trade convoy to the town. His mission had been a success, destroying the skaven to the last and acquiring a large haul of wyrdstone in the process. The loss of Richter had stung Brandt deeply though, and he left the town vowing never to return.

Yet two years later he was once again stood at the town gates, his new warband in tow ready to tackle another mission. The missive from Baron Ritter had been too tempting to ignore. An enormous cache of wyrdstone was discovered to be within the town, and warriors and mercenaries from all across the Empire were flocking to Stadtheim to contend for riches and glory. The Baron had made Brandt a hefty proposition if he would champion Ritter’s stake in the treasure hunt. The chance to re-equip his warband and maybe make one last run at Mordheim itself couldn’t be passed over.

“Lost in reverie, Captain?” said Brother Furlong, the man who had so adequately filled Richter’s shoes.

“Hardly, padre. This town holds nothing for me now but the big pile of coin that’s headed our way,” replied Brandt.

The rest of the warband, dubbed “Brandt’s Brigands” by one of the youngbloods, filed past up the street toward the nearest tavern. The journey from Altdorf had been a long one, but once rested up they’d be hot on the trail of the apparent fortune.

And they weren’t the only ones. Already in the town were many bands of mercenaries from Marienburg, Middenheim, Ostland and of course Averland itself. Dwarf treasure hunters had come out of the World’s Edge Mountains. Even bands of Halflings had travelled from the nearby Mootland. Rumours of pirates of every creed and colour (including green) were spreading like wildfire around the town. Who knows what other vile creatures were also a party to the hunt in the dark of night?

Stadtheim, for the time being at least, was about to pay host to the Empires largest brawl. To the victor, untold spoils and riches. To the losers, ignominy and desperation. If they were very lucky.

So it begins.”

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Just need my militia to arrive now and they can have some henchmen!

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Not sure where these guys hail from yet, they’re basically all my warhammer bits I’ve ever had (my 40k bits box is well, about ten boxes, wfb one teeny tiny tray), combined with a couple of dwarf bits.

The whole crew so far. I’ve got five henchmen, I think from Advanced Heroquest. I originally bought them to be statues, and I think they’ll stay that way. I’ve got an Empire Free Company box on order from Wayland so that’ll replace them.

The Captain, with a hammer and duelling pistol. Still needs highlights and his eyepatch colouring.

First Champion, with a sword and axe. Was really scraping the barrel for bits for him, he was the last one built. The axe is actually one of those frog-ended drumsticks with a dwarf hand axe head. Will see how good he looks when I get around to painting him.

Brother Furlong of the Mysterious Measuring Monks :). This guy has been around from the start, acting as a scale ‘barry’ for my scenery photos. Therefore he had to be in the first warband, only fitting. Sword and mace and too many pies.

Marksman with longbow. The quiver on his back is from the dwarfs, no idea what the rest is! Quite like him, looks sort of relaxed but ready to pounce.

And lastly the other marksman with dual pistols. My favourite model in the band so far. Again no idea what the constituent parts are, except for the pistols which come from the dwarfs. I’m told pistols aren’t all that clever in Mordheim, but how cool does dual wielding look? Been a fan ever since Rise of the Triads with the cheat code akimbo. Yes I’m old, shh.

That’s it so far. All paint in progress, although the monk is nearly there.

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